Travis Bickle: You're only as healthy as you feel.
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Travis Bickle: You're only as healthy as you feel.
Travis Bickle: I got some bad ideas in my head.
Travis Bickle: Now I see this clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me.
Travis Bickle: The idea had been growing in my brain for some time: TRUE force. All the king's men cannot put it back together again.
Travis Bickle: Let me tell you something. You're in a hell, and you're gonna die in a hell, just like the rest of 'em!
Betsy: Taking me to a place like this is about as exciting as saying to me "Let's fuck."
Travis Bickle: Shit... I'm waiting for the sun to shine.
Travis Bickle: Twelve hours of work and I still can't sleep. Damn. Days go on and on. They don't end.
Sport: I once had a horse, on Coney Island. She got hit by a car.
Iris: I think that... that Cancers make the best lovers.
Travis Bickle: Now I see it clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. I see that now. There never has been any choice for me.
Travis Bickle: Dear Iris: This money should be used for your trip. By the time you read this, I will be dead. Travis.
Senator Charles Palantine: We meet at a crossroads in history. No longer will the wrong roads be taken.
Street drummer: Now back to Gene Krupa's syncopated style
Travis Bickle: How's everything in the pimp business?
Senator Charles Palantine: I think I know what you mean, Travis.
Travis Bickle: The idea had been growing in my brain for some time. True force. All the king's men cannot put it back together again.
Iris: Listen, mister, it's your time. Fifteen minutes ain't long. When that cigarette burns out, your time is up.
Charles Palantine: Nothing that is right and good has ever been easy. We the people know that.
Betsy: That taxi driver's been staring at us.
Street drummer: Now going back to 40 years of Chick Webb!
Senator Charles Palantine: Today, I say to you, we *are* the people, you and I, and it is time to let the people rule.
Travis Bickle: You're only as healthy as you feel.
Travis Bickle: I got some bad ideas in my head.
Travis Bickle: Now I see this clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me.
Travis Bickle: The idea had been growing in my brain for some time: TRUE force. All the king's men cannot put it back together again.
Betsy: Taking me to a place like this is about as exciting as saying to me "Let's fuck."
Travis Bickle: Let me tell you something. You're in a hell, and you're gonna die in a hell, just like the rest of 'em!
Travis Bickle: Shit... I'm waiting for the sun to shine.
Travis Bickle: Twelve hours of work and I still can't sleep. Damn. Days go on and on. They don't end.
Sport: I once had a horse, on Coney Island. She got hit by a car.
Iris: I think that... that Cancers make the best lovers.
Travis Bickle: Now I see it clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. I see that now. There never has been any choice for me.
Street drummer: Now back to Gene Krupa's syncopated style
Travis Bickle: Dear Iris: This money should be used for your trip. By the time you read this, I will be dead. Travis.
Travis Bickle: How's everything in the pimp business?
Wizard: All right, look. Look at it this way. You know, a man takes a job, you know? And that job - I mean, like that - you know, that becomes what he is. You know, like - you do a thing and that's what you are. I mean like I've been a cabbie for 17 years. Ten years at night. I still don't own my own cab. You know why? Because I don't want to. That must be what I want. You know, to be on the night shift drivin' somebody else's cab. You understand? I mean, you become - you get a job, you become the job. I mean, one guy lives in Brooklyn. One guy lives in Sutton Place. You got a lawyer. Another guy's a doctor. Another guy dies. Another guy gets well. And, you know, people are born. I envy you, your youth. Go on, get laid, get drunk, you know. Do anything. But, you got no choice, anyway. I mean, we're all fucked. More or less, you know. Travis Bickle: I don't know. That's about the dumbest thing I ever heard. Wizard: It's not Bertrand Russell. But what do you want? I'm a cabbie, you know. What do I know? I mean, I don't even know what the fuck you're talking about. Travis Bickle: I don't know. Maybe I don't know either. Wizard: Don't worry so much! Relax, kid, you're gonna be all right.
Betsy: You know what you remind me of? Travis Bickle: What? Betsy: That song by Kris Kristofferson. Travis Bickle: Who's that? Betsy: A songwriter. 'He's a prophet... he's a prophet and a pusher, partly truth, partly fiction. A walking contradiction.' Travis Bickle: You sayin' that about me? Betsy: Who else would I be talkin' about? Travis Bickle: I'm no pusher. I never have pushed. Betsy: No, no. Just the part about the contradictions. You are that.
Personnel Officer: How's your driving record? Clean? Travis Bickle: It's clean, real clean. Like my conscience.
Travis Bickle: I would say he has quite a few problems. His energy seems to go in the wrong places. When I walked in and I saw you two sitting there, I could just tell by the way you were both relating that there was no connection whatsoever. And I felt when I walked in that there was something between us. There was an impulse that we were both following. So that gave me the right to come in and talk to you. Otherwise I never would have felt that I had the right to talk to you or say anything to you. I never would have had the courage to talk to you. And with him I felt there was nothing and I could sense it. When I walked in, I knew I was right. Did you feel that way? Betsy: I wouldn't be here if I didn't.
Travis Bickle: I should get one of those signs that says "One of these days I'm gonna get organezized". Betsy: You mean organized? Travis Bickle: Organezized. Organezized. It's a joke. O-R-G-A-N-E-Z-I-Z-E-D... Betsy: Oh, you mean organezized. Like those little signs they have in offices that says, "Thimk"?
Iris: I don't like what I'm doing, Sport. Sport: Ah, baby, I don't want you to like what you're doing. If you like what you're doing, then you won't be my woman.
Personnel Officer: So what is it? Why do you want to be a taxi driver? Do you need a second job? Are you moonlighting? Travis Bickle: I... I just want to work long hours. What's moonlighting?
Travis Bickle: You got a .44 magnum? Andy, Gun Salesman: It's an expensive weapon. Travis Bickle: That's all right. I got money. Andy, Gun Salesman: It's a real monster. It'll stop a car at a hundred yards. Put a round right through the engine block.
Wizard: Hey Travis, this here's Doughboy. We call him that 'cause he'll do anything for a buck. Doughboy: Hi Travis. Got change of a nickel?
Wizard: All right, look. Look at it this way. You know, a man takes a job, you know? And that job - I mean, like that - you know, that becomes what he is. You know, like - you do a thing and that's what you are. I mean like I've been a cabbie for 17 years. 10 years at night. I still don't own my own cab. You know why? Because I don't want to. That must be what I want. You know, to be on the night shift drivin' somebody else's cab. You understand? I mean, you become - you get a job, you become the job. I mean, one guy lives in Brooklyn. One guy lives in Sutton Place. You got a lawyer. Another guy's a doctor. Another guy dies. Another guy gets well. And, you know, people are born. I envy you, your youth. Go on, get laid, get drunk, you know. Do anything. But, you got no choice, anyway. I mean, we're all fucked. More or less, you know. Travis Bickle: I don't know. That's about the dumbest thing I ever heard. Wizard: It's not Bertrand Russell. But what do you want? I'm a cabbie, you know. What do I know? I mean, I don't even know what the fuck you're talking about. Travis Bickle: I don't know. Maybe I don't know either. Wizard: Don't worry so much! Relax, kid, you're gonna be all right.
Wizard: Hey, Travis, this here's Doughboy. We call him that 'cause he'll do anything for a buck. Doughboy: Hi, Travis. Got change of a nickel?
