Taxi Driver

"Albert Brooks - Tom"

"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."

"The distinction between hero and villain is sometimes a matter of interpretation or misinterpretation of facts"

"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?"

"Robert De Niro - Travis Bickle"

"Cybill Shepherd - Betsy"

"Jodie Foster - Iris"

"Harvey Keitel - Sport"

"Peter Boyle - Wizard"

"Leonard Harris - Sen. Charles Palantine"

"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."

"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."

"[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."

"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."

"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."

"Travis Bickle: "Ein Mädchen gehört nach Hause." Iris: "Hast du schonmal was gehört von Women's Lib?" Travis Bickle: "Was meinst du mit Women's Lib? Du Küken gehörst nach Hause, verdammt nochmal. Du solltest hübsch rausgeputzt sein, mit netten Jungs flirten und in die Schule gehen, wie alle kleinen Mädchen." Iris: "Oh, Gott bist du spießig." Travis Bickle: "Ich bin nicht spießig, du bist völlig verdreht, du redest nur Scheiße. Du weißt doch gar nicht wovon du sprichst. Du gehst mit verfickten Idioten, abartigen Strolchen und dem ekelhaftesten Gesindel ins Bett, und für wen verkaufst du deine kleine Dose? Für nichts, für einen miesen Zuhälter, der zu faul zum Arbeiten ist.""

"Hört zu ihr Wichser ihr Scheißköpfe, hier ist ein Mann, der sich nicht alles gefallen lässt, der nicht mehr geduldig alles einsteckt, hört genau zu ihr Wichser ihr Scheißköpfe. Hier ist ein Mann, der sich nicht mehr alles gefallen lässt, ein Mann der sich gegen den Abschaum, die Nutten, die miesen Schweine, den Dreck und die Scheiße wehrt, hier ist jemand, der sich wehrt. Hier ist... du bist tot!"

"Mein ganzes Leben war ich einsam, überall. In Kneipen, im Auto, auf der Straße, in Geschäften, überall. [...] Ich bin Gottes einsamster Mann. 8. Juni: Öde verstreichen die Tage. Sie unterscheiden sich durch nichts voneinander, ein Tag ist wie der andere, eine lange, endlose Kette ins Nichts. Plötzlich geschieht etwas, plötzlich bekommt mein Leben einen neuen Impuls."

"Jemand sollte schnell diese Stadt hier ausmisten, weil es hier ein Haufen, ein Haufen Scheiße ist. Diese Stadt ist voller Dreck und Abschaum, sie ist ein Albtraum geworden. Egal wer hier Präsident wird, er müsste hier gründlich aufräumen. Stellen Sie sich vor, ich kriege Kopfschmerzen, wenn ich spazieren gehe und diesen Dreck riechen muss, unglaublich."

"Hauptdarsteller:"

"Erschienen: 1976"

"Genre: Drama"

"Drehbuch: Paul Schrader"

"Regie: Martin Scorsese"