Memories Of Cab 804 1

What am I, an information booth?

He should have been in? I should have been rich. You should have had a better nose. Life is cruel.

Hey, get away from that cage, Bobby. We're not insured if he breaks out.

He's worse than crabs. That miserable little loaf.

He's fine till I get my hands on him and my feet.

You put her into low, and you know what she'd do? She'd go into low.

It's like she knew you trusted her.

What do you need it for? To protect me from muggers. Oh...

I should have known then.

I was in 804 the night I got held up. That was lucky? I lived.

Oh, uh... sorry. I forgot to lock that door. You're going to have to sit in the back. Or the front. Whichever.

I just want your fare money, son. No games. Uh, I can't. See, it's locked in a strongbox, and we don't have the keys.

Hey, don't play with me, man. It's in the cigar box under the seat. You've done this before.

My gun's bigger. You should drop yours.

See, man, you don't understand. I do this for a living. You don't understand. You're not getting a dime from this cab.

Now I really believe that we could... We can break through the racial barriers and come to a genuine understanding here, man. You're not getting the money. You pasty-faced, vanilla, lily-white towhead.

You got a ticket.

While we were sitting here we fogged up the windows so much a cop came by, gave us a ticket and didn't even spot us. Now, that's funny.

Let's give each other a break and switch guns to the other hand. Okay?

Hey, man. Hey, you did that on purpose. You got my gun and I got yours. Let's switch.

Uh-uh. Why not? Mine wasn't loaded. Well, m-mine isn't either.

They're stuck.

Hey, man, you're nuts. Aw, that's it, man. Man, I... you ain't no fun to stick up, man.

Hey, not so fast. You owe me 38 bucks. For what? The meter was running.

You make it 48. I forgot about the ticket.

Hey, now I don't have enough for cab fare home. What's your address? 447 West 23rd street. You take me there? No, I just want to tell the cops where you live.

"Heroic Cabby Cracks Down On Crime." Third page, 14 paragraphs, small photo. I'd almost forgotten about it.

You didn't save anybody's life. Sure, I did. You did not. It was no big thing.

Hey, don't do that! Okay. Thanks.

That's all there was to it? Yeah. He has the nerve to compare that story with mine. At least I didn't take an hour to tell it.

Driver, I want you to take him to the Walden School, this address. Now, here's your luggage, and don't lose it. And don't sell it.

You a father? I don't think so. Don't be.

This is De Palma in 804. Taking a fare to the Walden School... Central Park West. Bully for you, De Palma. Two fares in five hours. A good day.

Who's he? My dispatcher. All dispatchers are scum. Remember that.

Hey, I'll give you another 20 if you let me drive. What, do you think I'm crazy? You'd kill somebody. I'd lose my license. 30? Okay.

You sure you know how to do this? You don't steal cars without knowing how to drive them.

That includes 65 for the transistor radio.

You don't mind if I say your mother's a very attractive woman? Very nice bagonzas, if you know what I mean. What are bagonzas? How old are you? 12. Bagonzas are feet.

All right... go. All 50 states. I can't believe you fell for that old trick.

Zero-zero.

Boy, I wish this was a longer trip.

Do you smoke? Camels, unfiltered.

Hey, you okay?! You breathed!

You take $600 from a child? You call that a great story? He was a monster. And I don't care if it was an old lady's life savings. 600 bucks is a great story.

I mean, we don't know for sure that 804 is totaled. Maybe it was just a fender bender.

John enters completely destroyed with no dialogue - visual gag of his devastated state