# Taxi Driver

Taxi Driver is a 1976 film about a mentally unstable Vietnam war veteran who works as nighttime taxi driver in a New York City whose perceived decadence and sleaze feeds his urge to violently lash out while also saving a young prostitute.
    Directed by Martin Scorsese. Written by Paul Schrader.

## Travis Bickle

* May 10. Thank God for the rain which has helped wash away the garbage and trash off the sidewalks. I'm working long hours now, six in the afternoon to six in the morning. Sometimes even eight in the morning, six days a week. Sometimes seven days a week. It's a long hustle but it keeps me real busy. I can take in three, three fifty a week. Sometimes even more when I do it off the meter. All the animals come out at night - whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets. I go all over. I take people to the Bronx, Brooklyn, I take 'em to Harlem. I don't care. Don't make no difference to me. It does to some. Some won't even take spooks. Don't make no difference to me.
* Each night when I return the cab to the garage, I have to clean the cum off the back seat. Some nights, I clean off the blood.
* Twelve hours of work and I still can't sleep. Damn. Days go on and on. They don't end.
* All my life needed was a sense of someplace to go. I don't believe that one should devote his life to morbid self-attention. I believe that someone should become a person like other people.
* I first saw her at Palantine Campaign headquarters at 63rd and Broadway. She was wearing a white dress. She appeared like an angel. Out of this filthy mess, she is alone. They...cannot...touch...her.
* Loneliness has followed me my whole life. Everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There's no escape. I'm God's lonely man.
* May 26. Four o'clock p.m. I took Betsy to Charles Coffee Shop on Columbus Circle. I had black coffee and apple pie with a slice of melted yellow cheese. I think that was a good selection. Betsy had coffee and a fruit salad dish. She could have had anything she wanted.
* I called Betsy again at her office and she said maybe we'd go to a movie together after she gets off work tomorrow. That's my day off. At first she hesitated but I called her again and then she agreed. Betsy, Betsy. Oh no, Betsy what? I forgot to ask her last name again. Damn. I got to remember stuff like that.
* [talking on the phone to Betsy] Hello Betsy. Hi, it's Travis. How ya doin'? Listen, uh, I'm, I'm sorry about the, the other night. I didn't know that was the way you felt about it. Well, I-I didn't know that was the way you felt. I-I-I would have taken ya somewhere else. Uh, are you feeling better or oh you maybe had a virus or somethin', a 24-hour virus you know. It happens. Yeah, umm, you uh, you're workin' hard. Yeah. Uh, would you like to have, uh, some dinner, uh with me in the next, you know, few days or somethin'? Well, how about just a cup of coffee? I'll come by the, uh, headquarters or somethin', we could, uh...Oh, OK, OK. Did you get my flowers in the...? You didn't get them? I sent some flowers, uh...Yeah, well, OK, OK. Can I call you again? Uh, tomorrow or the next day? OK. No, I'm gonna...OK. Yeah, sure, OK. So long.
* I tried several times to call her, but after the first call, she wouldn't come to the phone any longer. I also sent flowers but with no luck. The smell of the flowers only made me sicker. The headaches got worse. I think I got stomach cancer. I shouldn't complain though. You're only as healthy, you're only as healthy as you feel. You're only as...healthy...as...you...feel.
* I realize now how much she's just like the others - cold and distant, and many people are like that. Women for sure. They're like a union.
* Loneliness has followed me my whole life. Everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There's no escape. I'm God's lonely man. June 8. My life has taken another turn again. The days can go on with regularity over and over, one day indistinguishable from the next. A long continuous chain. Then suddenly, there is a change.
* June 29. I gotta get in shape now. Too much sittin' is ruinin' my body. Too much abuse has gone on for too long. From now on, it will be fifty push-ups each morning, fifty pull-ups. There'll be no more pills, there'll be no more bad food, no more destroyers of my body. From now on, it will be total organization. Every muscle must be tight.
* The idea had been growing in my brain for some time. True force. All the king's men cannot put it back together again.
* [looking in the mirror] Yeah. Huh? [draws] Huh? Huh? Faster than you, you fuckin' son of a...I saw you comin', you fuck. Shit-heel. [reholsters] I'm standin' here. You make the move. You make the move. It's your move. Huh? [draws gun from concealed forearm holster] Don't try it, you fuck. [reholsters] You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? [turns around to look behind him] Well, then who the Hell else are you talking- You talking to me? Well, I'm the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? Oh yeah? Huh? 'kay. [whips out his gun again] Huh? (Listen you fuckers, you screwheads. Here is a man who would not take it anymore. Who would not let- Listen you fuckers, you screwheads. Here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the cunts, the dogs, the filth, the shit. Here is someone who stood up. Here is...) [draws his gun] You're dead.
** Note: bolded portion ranked #10 in the American Film Institute's list of the top 100 movie quotations in American cinema.Watch Here:
* [in an anniversary card to his parents] Dear Father and Mother: July is the month I remember which brings not only your wedding anniversary but also Father's Day and Mother's birthday. I'm sorry I can't remember the exact dates, but I hope this card will take care of them all. I'm sorry again I cannot send you my address like I promised to last year. But the sensitive nature of my work for the government demands utmost secrecy. I know you will understand. I am healthy and well and making lots of money. I have been going with a girl for several months and I know you would be proud if you could see her. Her name is Betsy but I can tell you no more than that...I hope this card finds you all well as it does me. I hope no one has died. Don't worry about me. One day, they'll be a knock on the door and it'll be me. Love, Travis.
* [in a note] Dear Iris: This money should be used for your trip. By the time you read this, I will be dead. Travis.
* 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.

## Senator Charles Palantine

* When we came up with our slogan, "We are the People," when I said let the people rule, I felt that I was being somewhat overly optimistic. I must tell you that I am more optimistic now than ever before. The people are rising to the demands that I have made on them. The people are beginning to rule. I feel it is a groundswell. I know it will continue through the primary. I know it will continue in Miami. And I know it will rise to an unprecedented swell in November.
* Walt Whitman, that great American poet, spoke for all of us when he said: "I am the man. I suffered. I was there." Today, I say to you, We Are The People, we suffered, we were there. We the People suffered in Vietnam. We the People suffered, we still suffer from unemployment, inflation, crime and corruption.
* We meet at a crossroads in history. No longer will the wrong roads be taken.

## Others

* Passenger: [to Travis] You see the woman in the window? Do you see the woman in the window?...I want you to see that woman, because that's my wife. But that's not my apartment. That's not my apartment. You know who lives there? Huh? I mean, you wouldn't know who lives there - I'm just saying, "But you know who lives there?" Huh? A nigger lives there. How do ya like that? And I'm gonna, I'm gonna kill her. There's nothing else. I'm gonna kill her. What do you think of that? Hmm? I said 'What do you think of that?' Don't answer. You don't have to answer everything. I'm gonna kill her. I'm gonna kill her with a .44 Magnum pistol. I have a .44 Magnum pistol. I'm gonna kill her with that gun. Did you ever see what a .44 Magnum pistol can do to a woman's face? I mean it'll fucking destroy it. Just blow her right apart. That's what it can do to her face. Now, did you ever see what it can do to a woman's pussy? That you should see. You should see what a .44 Magnum's gonna do to a woman's pussy you should see. I know, I know you must think that I'm, you know... You must think I'm pretty sick or something, you know, you must think I'm pretty sick. Right? You must think I'm pretty sick? Hmm? Right? I'll betcha, I'll betcha you really think I'm sick right? You think I'm sick? You think I'm sick? You don't have to answer. I'm paying for the ride. You don't have to answer.
* Iris' father: [in a letter to Travis] Dear Mr. Bickle: I can't say how happy Mrs. Steensma and I were to hear that you are well and recuperating. We tried to visit you at the hospital when we were in New York to pick up Iris. But you were still in a coma. There is no way we can repay you for returning our Iris to us. We thought we had lost her, and now our lives are full again. Needless to say, you are something of a hero around this household. I'm sure you want to know about Iris. She's back in school and working hard. The transition has been very hard for her as you can well imagine. But we have taken steps to see she has never cause to run away again. In conclusion, Mrs. Steensma and I would like to again thank you from the bottom of our hearts. Unfortunately, we cannot afford to come to New York again, to thank you in person or we surely would. But if you should ever come to Pittsburgh, you would find yourself a most welcome guest in our home. Our Deepest Thanks, Burt and Ivy Steensma.

## Dialogue

    Travis: I can't sleep nights.
    Personnel Officer: There's porno theaters for that.
    Travis: I know. I tried that.
    Personnel Officer: So whaddaya do now?
    Travis: I ride around nights mostly. Subways, buses. Figure you know, I'm gonna do that, I might as well get paid for it.
    Personnel Officer: Wanna work uptown nights - South Bronx, Harlem?
    Travis: I'll work any time, anywhere.
    Personnel Officer: Will ya work Jewish holidays?
    Travis: Any time, anywhere.
    Personnel Officer: All right. Let me see your chauffeur's license. How's your driving record?
    Travis: It's clean, real clean - like my conscience...
    Tom: Now look, you have to emphasize the mandatory welfare program. That's the issue that should be pushed.
    Betsy: First push the man, then the issue. Senator Palantine is a dynamic man, an intelligent, interesting, fresh, fascinating...
    Tom: Forgot sexy.
    Betsy: ...man. I did not forget sexy.
    Tom: Listen to what you're saying. You sound like you're selling mouthwash.
    Betsy: We are selling mouthwash.
    Tom: Are we authorized to do that?
    Betsy: And why do you feel that you have to volunteer to me?
    Travis: [smiling slightly] Because I think that you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
    Betsy: [pause] Thanks. But what do you think of Palantine? ...Charles Palantine, the man you're volunteering to help elect President.
    Travis: Well, I'm sure he'd make a good President. I don't know exactly what his policies are, but I'm sure he'd make a good one.
    Betsy: Do you want to canvass?
    Travis: Yeah, I'll canvass.
    Travis: I'll tell you why. I think you're a lonely person. I drive by this place a lot and I see you here. I see a lot of people around you. And I see all these phones and all this stuff on your desk. It means nothing. Then when I came inside and I met you, I saw in your eyes and I saw the way you carried yourself that you're not a happy person. And I think you need something. And if you want to call it a friend, you can call it a friend.
    Betsy: Are you gonna be my friend?
    Travis: Yeah. What do ya say? It's a little hard standing here and asking...Five minutes, that's all, just outside. Right around here. I'm there to protect ya. [He quickly flexes both arms, causing her to laugh] Come on, just take a little break.
    Betsy: I have a break at four o'clock and if you're here...
    Travis: Four o'clock today?
    Betsy: Yes.
    Travis: I'll be here.
    Betsy: I'm sure you will.
    Travis: All right, four p.m.
    Betsy: Right.
    Travis: Outside in front?
    Betsy: Yeah.
    Travis: OK. Oh my name is Travis. [He extends his hand to her] Betsy?
    Betsy: Travis.
    Travis: Appreciate this, Betsy.
    Concession Girl: Can I help you?
    Travis: Yeah, what's your name? My name's Travis.
    Concession Girl: That's nice, what can do for you?
    Travis: I'd like to know what your name is, what's your name?
    Concession Girl: Give me a break.
    Travis: You can tell me what your name is, I'm not going to do anything.
    Concession Girl: Do you want me to call the manager.
    Travis: You don't have to call the manager, I mean I'm just asking...
    Concession Girl: Troy!
    Travis: Alright, okay, I'm just, okay. Can I have Chuckles? Do you have any jujus? They last longer, I'd like to get some jujus.
    Concession Girl: What you see is what we got.
    Travis: I'll take these. Coca-Cola?
    Concession Girl: We don't have Coca-Cola, Royal Crown Cola is all we got. $1.85.
    Travis: I know what you mean. I've got the same problems. I gotta get organized. Oh little things, like my apartment, my possessions. I should get one of those signs that says "One of these days I'm gonna get organizized."
    Betsy: You mean "organized"?
    Travis: Organiziezed. Organiziezed - it's a joke. O-R-G-A-N-E-Z-I-E-Z-D.
    Betsy: Oh, you mean 'Organizized'. Like those little signs they have in offices that say "Thimk".
    Travis: [about Tom] 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: ...That fellow you work with. I don't like him. Not that I don't like him, I just think he's silly. I don't think he respects you.
    Betsy: I don't believe I've ever met anyone quite like you.
    Betsy: You know what you remind me of?
    Travis: What?
    Betsy: That song by Kris Kristofferson. [She's referring to the song Pilgrim Chapter 33]
    Travis: 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: You sayin' that about me?
    Betsy: Who else would I be talkin' about?
    Travis: I'm no pusher. I never have pushed.
    Betsy: No, no. Just the part about the contradictions. You are that.
    Travis: I'm one of your biggest supporters, you know. I tell everybody that comes in this taxi that they have to vote for you.
    Palantine: Why thank you - [Pleased, he glances to check Travis' picture, identification and license posted in the rear seat] - Travis.
    Travis: I'm sure you're gonna win sir. Everybody I know is gonna vote for ya. You know in fact, I was gonna put one of your stickers in my taxi but you know, the company said it was against their policy. But they don't know anything, you know. They're a bunch of jerks.
    Palantine: Let me tell you something. I have learned more about America from riding in taxi cabs than in all the limos in the country...Can I ask you something, Travis?
    Travis: Sure.
    Palantine: What is the one thing about this country that bugs you the most?
    Travis: Well, I don't know. I don't follow political issues that closely, sir. I don't know.
    Palantine: Oh but there must be something.
    Travis: Well. [He thinks] Whatever it is, you should clean up this city here, because this city here is like an open sewer you know. It's full of filth and scum. And sometimes I can hardly take it. Whatever-whoever becomes the President should just [Travis honks the horn] really clean it up. You know what I mean? Sometimes I go out and I smell it, I get headaches it's so bad, you know...They just never go away you know...It's like...I think that the President should just clean up this whole mess here. You should just flush it right down the fuckin' toilet.
    Palantine: Well, uh, I think I know what you mean Travis. But it's not gonna be easy. We're gonna have to make some radical changes.
    Travis: Damn straight.
    Palantine: Nice talkin' to you, Travis. [They shake hands]
    Travis: Nice talking to you sir. You're a good man. I know you're gonna win.
    Betsy: You've got to be kidding.
    Travis: What?
    Betsy: This is a dirty movie.
    Travis: No, no, this is, this is a movie that, uh, a lot of couples come to, all kinds of couples go here.
    Betsy: Are you sure about that?
    Travis: Sure. I've seen 'em all the time.
    Travis: Where are you going?
    Betsy: Have to leave now.
    Travis: Why?
    Betsy: I don't know why I came in here. I don't like these movies.
    Travis: Well, I mean, I, you know, I didn't know that you, you would feel that way about this movie. I don't know much about movies, but if I...
    Betsy: Are these the only kind of movies you go to?
    Travis: Well, yeah, I mean I come - this is not so bad.
    Betsy: Taking me to a place like this is about as exciting to me as saying: 'Let's fuck.'
    Travis: Uh. There are other places I can take you. There are plenty of other movies I can take you to. I don't know much about them but I could take you to other places...
    Travis: Why won't you talk to me? Why don't you answer my calls when I call? You think I don't know you're here.
    Tom: Let's not have any trouble.
    Travis: You think I don't know. You think I don't know.
    Tom: Would you please leave?
    Travis: Get your hands off. [to Betsy] You're in a hell, and you're gonna die in hell like the rest of 'em! You're like the rest of 'em.
    Wizard: Then I picked up these two fags, you know. They're goin' downtown. They're wearing these rhinestone t-shirts. And they start arguin'. They start yellin'. The other says: "You bitch."...I say: "Look, I don't care what you do in the privacy of your own home behind closed doors - this is an American free country, we got a pursuit of happiness thing, you're consenting, you're adult. BUT, you know, uh, you know, in my fucking cab, don't go bustin' heads, you know what I mean? God love you, do what you want."
    Dough Boy: Tell 'em to go to California, 'cause out in California when two fags split up, one's got to pay the other one alimony.
    Wizard: Not bad. Ah, they're way ahead out there, you know in California. So I had to tell 'em to get out of the fuckin' cab.
    Travis: Well, I know you and I ain't talked too much, you know, but I figured you've been around a lot so you could...
    Wizard: Shoot. That's why they call me the Wizard.
    Travis: I got, it's just that I got a, I got a...
    Wizard: Things uh, things got ya down?
    Travis: Yeah.
    Wizard: Yeah, it happens to the best of us.
    Travis: Yeah, I got me a real down, real...I just wanna go out and, and you know like really, really, really do somethin'.
    Wizard: The taxi life you mean?
    Travis: Yeah, well. Naw, I don't know. I just wanna go out. I really, you know, I really wanna, I got some bad ideas in my head, I just...
    Wizard: Look, look at it this way, you know uh, a man, a man takes a job, you know, and that job, I mean like that, and that it becomes what he is. You know like uh, you do a thing and that's what you are. Like I've been a, I've been a cabbie for seventeen years, ten years at night and I still don't own my own cab. You know why? 'Cause I don't want to. I must be what I, what I want. You know, to be on the night shift drivin' somebody else's cab. Understand? You, you, you become, you get a job, you you become the job. One guy lives in Brooklyn, one guy lives in Sutton Place, you get 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 out and get laid. Get drunk, you know, do anything. 'Cause you got no choice anyway. I mean we're all fucked, more or less you know.
    Travis: Yeah, I don't know. That's about the dumbest thing I ever heard.
    Wizard: I'm not Bertrand Russell. Well what do ya want. I'm a cabbie you know. What do I know? I mean, I don't even know what the fuck you're talkin' about.
    Travis: Yeah I don't know. Maybe I don't know either.
    Wizard: Don't worry so much. Relax Killer, you're gonna be all right. I know I seen a lot of people and uh, I know.
    Travis: That's the dumbest thing I ever heard.
    Andy: There you go - a supreme high re-sale weapon. Look at that. Look at that. That's a beauty. I could sell those guns to some jungle bunny in Harlem for five hundred bucks. But I just deal high-quality goods to the right people. How about that? This might be a little too big for practical purposes in which case for you, I'd recommend .38 snub nose. Look at this. Look at it. That's a beautiful little gun. It's nickel-plated, snub nose, otherwise the same as the service revolver. That'll stop anything that moves. The Magnum - they use that in Africa for killin' elephants. That .38 - it's a fine gun. Some of these guns are like toys. That .38 - you go out and hammer nails with it all day, come back and it will cut dead center on target every time. It's got a really nice action to it and a heck of a whallop. You interested in a automatic? It's a Colt .25 Automatic. It's a nice little gun. It's a beautiful little gun. It holds six shots in the clip, one shot in the chamber, if you're dumb enough to put a round in the chamber. Here, look at this. 380 Walther, holds eight shots in the clip. That's a nice gun. Now that's a beautiful little gun. Look at that. During World War II, they used this gun to replace the P38. Just given out to officers. Ain't that a little honey?
    Travis: How much for everything?
    Andy: Only a jack-ass would carry that cannon in the streets like that. Here. Here's a beautiful hand-made holster I had made in Mexico. $40 dollars...How about dope? Grass. Hash. Coke. Mescaline. Downers. Nebutol. Tuinal. Chloral Hydrates? How about any Uppers? Amphetamines.
    Travis: No I'm not interested in that stuff.
    Andy: Crystal meth. I can get ya crystal meth. Nitrous oxide. How about that? How about a Cadillac? I get ya a brand new Cadillac. With the pink slip for two grand.
    Travis: Hey, you're a Secret Service man aren't ya? Huh?
    Agent: Just waiting for the Senator.
    Travis: You're waiting for the Senator? Oh! That's a very good answer. Shit! I'm waitin' for the sun to shine. Yeah. No, the reason I, I asked if you were a Secret Service man, I won't say anything, because I ...I saw some suspicious looking people over there. [Travis points away] Yeah, they were over there, right over there. They were just here, uh. They were very, very, uh...
    Agent: ...suspicious...
    Travis: Yeah. Is it hard to get to be in the Secret Service?
    Agent: Why?
    Travis: Well, I was just curious, because I think I'd be good at it. Very observant. I was in the Marine Corps you know, I'm good with crowds. I'm noticin' the little pin there. [Looking at the agent's lapel] That's like a signal isn't it?
    Agent: Sort of.
    Travis: A signal. A secret signal for the Secret Service. Hey, what kind of guns do you guys carry? .38s, .45s, .357 Magnums, somethin' bigger maybe?
    Agent: Look, uh, if you're really interested, if you give me your name and address, we'll send you all the information on how to apply. How's that?
    Travis: You will?
    Agent: Sure. [The agent takes out a notepad]
    Travis: OK. Why not? My name is Henry Krinkle. K-R-I-N-K-L-E. 154 Hopper Avenue.
    Agent: Hopper?
    Travis: Yeah. You know like a rabbit, hip, hop. Ha, ha. Fair Lawn, New Jersey.
    Agent: Is there a zip code to that Henry?
    Travis: Yeah, 610452. OK?
    Agent: That's, uh, six digits.
    Travis: Oh, well 61045.
    Agent: OK.
    Travis: I was thinking of my telephone number.
    Agent: Well, I've got it all. Henry, we'll get all the stuff right out to you.
    Travis: Thanks a lot. Hey, great. Thanks a lot. Hell, Jesus. Be careful today.
    Agent: Right. Will do.
    Travis: You have to be careful in and around a place like this. Bye.
    Sport: Officer, I swear I'm clean. I'm just waitin' here for a friend. You gonna bust me for nothin' man?
    Travis: I'm not a cop.
    Sport: So why are you askin' me for action?
    Travis: [gesturing at Iris] Because she sent me over.
    Sport: I suppose that ain't a .38 you got in your sock.
    Travis: A .38? No. I'm clean man.
    Sport: [noticing Travis' Western boots] Shit. You're a real cowboy? That's nice, man. That's all right. Fifteen dollars, fifteen minutes, twenty-five dollars, half an hour.
    Travis: Shit.
    Sport: A cowboy, huh? I once had a horse, on Coney Island. She got hit by a car. Well, take it or leave it. If you want to save yourself some money, don't fuck her. Cause you'll be back here every night for some more. Man, she's twelve and a half years old. You ain't never had no pussy like that. You can do anything you want with her. You can cum on her, fuck her in the mouth, fuck her in the ass, cum on her face, man. She get your cock so hard she'll make it explode. But no rough stuff, all right?
    Sport: Catch you later, copper.
    Travis: What'd you say?
    Sport: See you later, copper.
    Travis: I'm no cop, man.
    Sport: Well if you are, it's entrapment already.
    Travis: I'm hip.
    Sport: [laughs] Buddy, you don't look hip.
    Travis: [stares]
    Sport: Go ahead, have yourself a good time.
    Travis: [continues to stare]
    Sport: You're a funny guy. But looks aren't everything. Go ahead man, have a good time.
    Travis: Are you really twelve and a half?
    Iris: Listen mister, it's your time. Fifteen minutes ain't long. When that cigarette burns out, your time is up. [Iris sits on the edge of the sofa and begins undressing]
    Travis: How old are you? You won't tell me? What's your name?
    Iris: Easy.
    Travis: That's not any kind of name.
    Iris: That's easy to remember.
    Travis: Yeah, but what's your real name?
    Iris: I don't like my real name.
    Travis: Now what's your real name?
    Iris: Iris.
    Travis: Well, what's wrong with that? That's a nice name.
    Iris: Huh! That's what you think. [Iris begins to remove her top]
    Travis: No, don't do that. Don't do that. Don't you remember me? Remember when you got into a taxi, it was a checkered taxi. You got in and that that guy Matthew came by and he said he wanted to take you away. He pulled you away.
    Iris: I don't remember that.
    Travis: You don't remember any of that?
    Iris: No.
    Travis: Well. that's all right. I'm gonna get you out of here.
    Iris: So we'd better make it or Sport will get mad. So how do you want to make it?
    Travis: I don't want to make it. Who's Sport?
    Iris: Oh that's Matthew. I call him Sport. [She stands up and begins unbuckling the belt on his pants] You want to make it like this?
    Travis: Listen, uh, listen, hey, can I tell you somethin'. But you're the one that came into my cab. You're the one that wanted to get out of here.
    Iris: Well, I must have been stoned.
    Travis: Why, what do you mean? Do they drug you?
    Iris: Oh come off it, man.
    Travis: [Iris continues to try to unzip his fly] What are you doin'?
    Iris: Don't you want to make it?
    Travis: No, I don't want to make it. I want to help you.
    Iris: Well, I could help you. [Iris reaches for his pants again, but he pushes her back onto the sofa]
    Travis: Damn, man. Goddamn it. Shit, man. What the hell's the matter with you?
    Iris: Mister, you don't have to make it mister.
    Travis: Goddamn it. Don't you want to get out of here? Can't you understand why I came here?
    Iris: I think I understand, uh. I tried to get into your cab one night and you want to come and take me away. Is that it?
    Travis: Yeah, but don't you want to go?
    Iris: I can leave anytime I want to.
    Travis: Well then, what about that one night?
    Iris: Look, I was stoned. That's why they stopped me. 'Cause when I'm not stoned, I got no place else to go. So they just, uh, protect me from myself.
    Travis: Well, I don't know. I don't know. OK, I tried.
    Iris: I understand, and it means somethin', really.
    Travis: Oh look, can I see you again?
    Iris: Ha, ha, that's not hard to do.
    Travis: No, I don't mean like that. I mean, you know, regularly. This is nothing for a person to do.
    Iris: All right. How about breakfast tomorrow?
    Travis: Tomorrow when?
    Iris: I get up at about one o'clock.
    Travis: So long, Iris. See you tomorrow. Sweet Iris.
    Iris: Why do you want me to go back to my parents? I mean they hate me. Why do you think I split in the first place? There ain't nothin' there.
    Travis: Yeah, but you can't live like this. It's hell. Girls should live at home.
    Iris: Didn't you ever hear of women's lib?
    Travis: What do you mean 'women's lib'? You sure are a young girl. You should be at home now. You should be dressed up. You should be goin' out with boys. You should be goin' to school. You know, that kind of stuff.
    Iris: Oh god, are you square.
    Travis: Hey I'm not square. You're the one that's square. You're full of shit, man. What are you talkin' about? You walk out with those fuckin' creeps and lowlifes and degenerates out on the street and you sell your, sell your little pussy for nothin' man. For some lowlife pimp - stands in a hall. I'm, I'm square? You're the one that's square, man. I don't go screw and fuck with a bunch of killers and junkies the way you do. You call that bein' hip? What world are you from?
    Iris: Who's a 'killer'?
    Travis: That guy Sport's a killer. That's who's a killer.
    Iris: Sport never killed nobody.
    Travis: He killed someone.
    Iris: He's a Libra.
    Travis: He's a what?
    Iris: I'm a Libra too. That's why we get along so well.
    Travis: Looks like a killer to me.
    Iris: I think that, that Cancers make the best lovers, but god, my whole family are air signs.
    Travis: He's also a dope shooter.
    Iris: So what makes you so high and mighty. Will you tell me that? Didn't you ever try lookin' in your own eyeballs in the mirror?
    Travis: So what are you gonna do about Sport, that ol' bastard?
    Iris: When?
    Travis: When you leave.
    Iris: I don't know. I just leave him, I guess.
    Travis: You just gonna leave?
    Iris: Yeah, they got plenty of other girls.
    Travis: Yeah, but you just can't do that. What are you gonna do?
    Iris: What do you want me to do? Call the cops?
    Travis: What? The cops don't do nothin'. You know that.
    Iris: Hey look. Sport never treated me bad. I mean he didn't beat me up or anything like that once.
    Travis: But you can't allow him to do the same to other girls. You can't allow him to do that. He is the lowest kind of person in the world. Somebody's got to do something to him. He's the scum of the earth. He's the worst s-s-sucking scum I have ever, ever seen. You know what he told me about you? He called you names. He called you a little piece of chicken.
    Iris: He doesn't, he doesn't mean that. I'll move up to one of them communes in Vermont.
    Travis: I never seen a commune before, but I don't know, you know, I saw some pictures once in a magazine - didn't look very clean.
    Iris: Well why don't you come to the commune with me?
    Travis: Why not cum, come in a commune with you? Oh no.
    Iris: Why not?
    Travis: I don't, I don't go to places like that.
    Iris: Oh come on, why not?
    Travis: No, I don't get along with people like that.
    Iris: Are you a Scorpion?
    Travis: What?
    Iris: That's it. You're a Scorpion. I can tell every time.
    Travis: Besides, I gotta stay here.
    Iris: Come on, why?
    Travis: I got somethin' very important to do.
    Iris: Oh, so what's so important?
    Travis: Doin' somethin' for the government. Cab thing is just part-time.
    Iris: Are you a narc?
    Travis: Do I look like a narc?
    Iris: Yeah. [laughing]
    Travis: I am a narc.
    Iris: God, I don't know who's weirder, you or me? Sure you don't want to come with me?
    Travis: Well, I tell ya what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna give ya the money to go.
    Iris: Oh no, look, you don't have to do that.
    Travis: No, no. I want you to take it. I don't want ya to take anything from them. And I wanna do it. I don't have anything better to do with my money. I might be goin' away for a while.
    Iris: I don't like what I'm doin,' Sport.
    Sport: Oh baby, I never wanted you to like what you're doin'. If you ever liked what you're doing, you wouldn't be my woman.
    Iris: You never spend any time with me anymore.
    Sport: Why I got to attend to business baby. You miss your man, don't ya? I don't like to be away from you either. You know how I feel about you. I depend on you. I'd be lost without you. Don't you ever forget that - how much I need you. Come to me baby. Let me hold you. When I hold you close to me like this, I feel so good. I only wish every man could know what it's like to be loved by you... God, it's good so close. You know at times like this, I know I'm one lucky man. Touchin' a woman who wants me and needs me. That's the way you and I keeps it together.
    Travis: How's everything in the pimp business? Huh?
    Sport: Don't I know you?
    Travis: No, do I know you?
    Sport: Get out of here. Come on, get lost.
    Travis: Do I know you? How's Iris? You know Iris.
    Sport: No, I don't know nobody named Iris. Iris. Come on. Get out of here man.
    Travis: You don't know anybody by the name of Iris?
    Sport: I don't know nobody named Iris.
    Travis: No?
    Sport: Hey - go back to your fuckin' tribe before you get hurt, huh man. Do me a favor, I don't want no trouble huh? OK?
    Travis: You got a gun?
    Sport: [He throws his lit cigarette at Travis' chest, causing sparks to fly, and then kicks him] Get the fuck out of here man! Get out of here.
    Travis: Suck on this. [shoots him in the belly]
    Betsy: Hello, Travis.
    Travis: Hello. [Long pause as they exchange looks in the rear-view mirror] I hear Palantine got the nomination.
    Betsy: Yeah. It won't be long now. Seventeen days.
    Travis: I hope he wins.
    Betsy: I read about you in the papers. How are you?
    Travis: Oh, it was nothin' really. I got over that. Papers always blow these things up. Just a little stiffness. That's all. [The cab arrives at her destination and she steps out, speaking to him through the open, driver side window]
    Betsy: Travis? How much was it?
    Travis: So long...

## Taglines

* On every street in every city in this country there's a nobody who dreams of being a somebody. He's a lonely forgotten man desperate to prove that he's alive.

## Quotes about Taxi Driver

* Though movies (Taxi Driver for John Hinckley Jr., would-be assassin of Ronald Reagan), books (The Catcher in the Rye for Mark David Chapman, John Lennon's murderer) and songs ("Helter Skelter" for Tate-LaBianca murders mastermind Charles Manson) may articulate specific criminals acts, they don't inspire the person's desire for violence. Science has proven that in numerous studies. It’s tempting to blame movies, video games and rap music because they often express humanity's worst impulses, but impulses are not actions for most of us. And for the mentally ill seeking violence, anything can set them off. Alek Minassian, the self-described incel (involuntary celibate) who deliberately drove his van into a crowd in Toronto in 2018, killing 10 people, said he was motivated by his resentment toward women for having sexually rejected him in favor of giving "their love and affection to obnoxious brutes." Should we then demand that studios producing romantic comedies and publishers of romance novels be shamed into contributing to anti-incel causes? The 2017 Las Vegas shooter killed 59 and injured 851 during a country music festival. Should country music bear some responsibility?
** Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, "Why the 'Joker' Gun Violence Protests Miss the Mark", The Hollywood Reporter (October 2, 2019).

## Cast

* Robert De Niro - Travis Bickle
* Cybill Shepherd - Betsy
* Jodie Foster - Iris
* Harvey Keitel - Sport
* Peter Boyle - Wizard
* Leonard Harris - Sen. Charles Palantine
* Albert Brooks - Tom

## External links

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* Taxi Driver review at SimplyScripts
* Taxi Driver screenplay at Dailyscript