If you see me in New York, you'll probably see me on my bicycle riding furiously between a city bus and a taxi cab, hitting one of them on the side and yelling at them.
I am a big fan of the TV series 'Taxi' which combined comedy and pathos better than any other show I've seen.
Everything I write is highly personal, but put in such a way that it's not dropping everything in someone's lap. Although sometimes I think 'The Taxi Ride' embarrasses me, because sometimes I think it's too close.
The idea of Twitter started with me working in dispatch since I was 15 years old, where taxi cabs or firetrucks would broadcast where they were and what they were doing.
Mr. Potter: Ernie Bishop, you know the fella who sits around all day on his brains in his taxi?
Men still wear cologne, but I wish they wouldn't. No matter what you may believe, all men's fragrances smell like the air freshener in a taxi.
After all, what is your host's purpose in having a party? Surely not for you to enjoy yourself; if that were their sole purpose, they'd have simply sent champagne and women over to your place by taxi.
What happens when the hitcher and the driver are equally murderous?
[first lines] Driver: [on phone] There's a hundred-thousand streets in this city. You don't need to know the route. You give me a time and a place, I give you a five minute window. Anything happens in that five minutes and I'm yours. No matter what. ...
Paris Driver: Okay, if you're so smart, let me ask you a question. What color am I? Blind Woman: I don't give a fuck about colors! Paris Driver: But people have different colors of skin. Blind Woman: Look, I don't care if you're green or blue like a ...
Bowtie Driver: Me and the bookkeeper are walking out of here, getting into a car, and driving away. Or else he dies! He dies! And you ain't got nothing! You got five seconds to make up your minds! Ness: You got him? George Stone: Yeah, I got him. Bow...
I'm not a fast driver. I've seen what speed can do.
[repeated line] Driver: Do you understand?
Travis Bickle: [Walks up to Sport] Hey Sport. How ya doin'? Sport: Okay, okay my man, how... Where do I know you from, man? Travis Bickle: I don't know. How's everything in the pimp business, huh? Sport: Do I know you? Travis Bickle: No. Do I know yo...
I'm not the greatest driver. I don't know if I'll ever master the art.
I got a car when I was 16. I didn't even have a driver's license.
Indy makes the race driver. You become famous when you come here.
The era of gentleman racing drivers is ended.
Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.
I'm from New York, so I'm not a big driver.
Driver: [to Benicio] Hey, you want a toothpick?
