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?
Sport: See ya later, copper! Travis Bickle: I'm no cop,
man. Sport: Well, if you are, than it's entrapment already.
Travis Bickle: I think someone should just take this city
and just...just flush it down the fuckin' toilet.
Betsy: Taking me to a place like this is about as exciting
as saying to me "Let's fuck."
Cab Dispatcher: Can you drive to the Bronx? Manhattan? Travis:
Anytime. Anywhere. Cab Dispatcher: Do you work on Jewish
holidays? Travis: Anytime. Anywhere.
Cab dispatcher: Why do you want to drive a cab? Travis:
I can't sleep at nights. Cab Dispatcher: There's porno theaters
for that.
Travis: You're a young girl, you should be at home now.
You should be going with boys, you should be going to school,
you know, that kind of stuff.
Travis Bickle: Shit... I'm waiting for the sun to shine.
Travis Bickle: Thank God for the rain to wash the trash
off the sidewalk.
Travis Bickle: Loneliness has been following me my whole
life.
Travis Bickle: An idea has been growing in my head for some
time now: TRUE force. All the king's men cannot put it back
together again.
Travis Bickle: You're only as healthy as you feel.
Travis Bickle: One of these days I gotta get myself organizized.
Betsy: Organizized? Dont you mean organized? Travis: No,
organizized. Betsy: Oh, like that sign that says "Thimk."
Personnel Officer: So whaddya want to hack for, Bickle?
Travis Bickle: I can't sleep nights. Personnel Officer:
There's porno theaters for that. Travis Bickle: Yeah, I
know, I tried that. Personnel Officer: So now what do you
do? Travis Bickle: I ride around most nights -- subways,
buses -- but you know, if I'm gonna do that I might as well
get paid for it.
Personnel Officer: So what is it? Do you need a second job?
Are you moonlighting? Travis Bickle: I... I just want to
work long hours. What's moonlighting?
Travis Bickle: 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.
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: 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.
