Bartender: That green beer you're peddlin' just ain't any good. Bowtie Driver: It ain't supposed to be good! It's supposed to be bought. Bartender: I ain't buyin'. Bowtie Driver: Don't worry about it, pops! We won't come back.
I've diced with death the most cycling around London. Black cabs are far more dangerous than polar bears.
Max: [right before he crashes the cab, to Vincent] Go fuck yourself.
A railroad station? That was sort of a primitive airport, only you didn't have to take a cab 20 miles out of town to reach it.
We wanted to write a whole song about partying and then taking Yellow Cabs home. That's the weirdest topic we've ever thought of centering a song around.
Angry driver is angry human and how you drive is how you are. You can tell me the drive is different than the driver, but I haven't seen it to be.
A popular bumper sticker post-9/11, and pretty faded these days, proclaims drivers of the cars to be 'Proud to be an American.' It really should say 'Lucky to be an American,' for I doubt very much that the drivers had much say in having been born he...
I'm an off-road racecar driver. And I think every woman in my life has told me that's not a sensible hobby. But when I was growing, even more than I wanted to be funny, I wanted to be a racecar driver. That's all I thought about. I worked for a race ...
Mile tracks put more emphasis on the driver. On the longer tracks, you can drive flat out all the way around, so it's more of an engineering exercise. On a mile, you can't run flat out. You're constantly in traffic, there's more driver involvement.
[last lines] Driver: Well, sir, going home! T.E. Lawrence: Mm? [realizes that he has been addressed] Driver: Home, sir! [an army lorry passes. It carries Tommies singing a music hall ditty of the period: "Goodbye Dolly, I must leave you... "]
Johnny Cash: So, where's your truck driver? June Carter: Stock car driver. And you'll be happy to know things aren't working out between the two of us. Johnny Cash: It doesn't make me happy! Well... maybe a little it does.
If transportation technology was moving along as fast as microprocessor technology, then the day after tomorrow I would be able to get in a taxi cab and be in Tokyo in 30 seconds.
I moved to New York when I was 10, from Rio de Janeiro. So there was no need for driving: I took the subway, cabs and the bus.
I don't miss London much. I find it crowded, vast and difficult to get around. Cabs are incredibly expensive.
Anytime four New Yorkers get into a cab together without arguing, a bank robbery has just taken place.
Picture it in your mind's nostril: you get in a cab in time to catch twin thugs named Vomit and Cologne assaulting a defenseless pine-tree air freshener.
Max: [after seeing the guy fall on his cab's roof] My man, you all right?
[while he and the others flee the chaotic premiere of "Bride of the Monster" in a cab] Bela Lugosi: Now that was a premiere.
Dr. Egon Spengler: I feel like the floor of a taxi cab.
Benny the Cab: How about this weather, huh? It never rains!
[after Cab 3 has landed in the water] Lindsey Brigman: Hang on, gentleman. Touchdown. Crowd goes wild.
