Zen And The Art Of Cab Driving

Driver asks if Plaza Hotel is in New York, then passengers want another cab

You picked us up at the airport... Here we are, gentlemen. The airport.

I think the little Dutch boy in Iggy's brain just let the water go.

Barbed wire, if they're smart.

Being able to think without moving your lips?

What was my best night? You once broke $12.

Well, you're on the right track. You've already made a perfect ass of yourself.

but he'll answer to Waterhead... uh... Mr. Halloween... The Fog... or hey, Scuzzo.

Why don't we try thinking like Jim for a minute, okay? No, let's not do that anymore. It hurts.

Three hundred and seventy-three dollars?

A handshake would have done it, boss.

Us old-time New Yorkers still like to refer to it as Sixth Avenue. Old habits die hard.

On your right, you'll notice a group of nuns going into Radio City Music Hall. It's... By the way, it's a bit nippy out there today.

Sir, if providing comfort, service and satisfaction to my customers is strange then you can call me a freak. Thank you. You're a freak. Thank you.

Fifteen dollars?! I was only kidding, boss. Ah! Oh! That one's on you, boss!

We're like Roy and Trigger.

Below that, you have your lice, your pond scum... your Wheelers.

What about me, Louie? I stand corrected.

By the way, do you spell your name with one 'O' or two? One. I'll get it right next time, Booby.

Yours is the only one that says that.

It's been under the blanket so long, I forgot.

Good man, Booby.

What am I... nuts?

Delawinians didn't stand a chance.

You mean horses swim? They not only swim, they hold their breath forever. They play the whole game and never come up for air.

What are they, nuts? Delawarians?

This is going to be a dogfight. Come on, man, put on my hockey game. That's not hockey.

If something really important happens anywhere in the world... Night or day... You can always change the channel.