Cab driver Quotes in Live and Let Die (1973)

Cab driver: Hey, you know where you're goin', man?

James Bond: Uptown, I believe?

Cab driver: Uptown? You headed into Harlem, man!

James Bond: Well you just stay on the tail of that jukebox and there's an extra twenty in it for you.

Cab driver: Hey man, for twenty bucks I'd take you to a Ku Klux Klan cookout!

Cab driver: I sure hope you make friends easy!

[Bond hands him the fare]

Cab driver: Right on, brother!

Cab driver: [on his CB radio] He's-a-headin' on in.

James Bond: Are you sure this is the way to New Orleans?

Cab driver: I don't know! But, it shore beats the hell outta Harlem. Don't it? Well, hello, Jim! What's happenin', baby? Just ease back now, Jim. Relax! Mr. Big wants to see you.

Cab driver: [to Bond, getting out of the cab in Harlem] Sure hope you make friends easy.

Passenger in Cab: [after Raph hops on the cab hood] What the heck was that?

Cab Driver: Looked like sort of a big turtle, in a trench coat.

[pause]

Cab Driver: You're going to La Guardia right?

Cab Driver: Look out there, its a fucking coup d'Ètat.

Agent Sands: I can't see, fuck-mook. I have no eyes.

Derek Flint: 35-14-82, 76-14-29, 72-42-41...

Cab Driver: [speaking Italian] Lottery, Eh? You have a system?

Derek Flint: [speaking Italian] Yes... Infallible! It is a mathematical progression of... 40... 23... 38... It is based on...

Cab Driver: [speaking Italian] I can imagine what it's based on.

Cab Driver: What are you here for?

James Clayton: An interview.

Cab Driver: You look nervous.

James Clayton: Yeah, a bit.

Cab Driver: [turning around in his seat] Just grab your balls.

James Clayton: [surprised] Grab my balls?

Cab Driver: Yeah, just grab your balls, squeeze them hard. Takes your mind right off the fear.

James Clayton: [smiling] Yeah, sure.

Cab Driver: Well, it works for me.

[last lines]

Jack Walsh: [Jack hails cab. When it pulls over he knocks on passenger side front window and driver rolls it down]

[Pointing at driver]

Jack Walsh: You wouldn't have change for a thousand, would ya?

Cab Driver: Whatta ya, a comedian? Get outta here, you bum!

[Cab driver drives away]

Jack Walsh: [Zips up coat and turns up collar] Looks like I'm walkin'.

[last lines]

Jack Walsh: You wouldn't happen to have change of a thousand, would ya?

Cab Driver: What are you, a comedian? Get out of here, ya bum!

Jack Walsh: Well, looks like I'm walkin'.

Cab Driver: What's a nice guy like you want with the 4th Precinct house?

Detective Lt. Lou Torrey: They give a good massage and a quick piece of ass.

Cab Driver: I could find a penguin in a sand storm.

ffolkes: [ffolkes only has a ten pound to note to pay his cab fare] I'll toss you for it.

[Tosses coin]

ffolkes: Heads or tails?

Cab Driver: [Wearily, expecting to be conned] Heads.

ffolkes: Heads it is. Must be your lucky day.

[Hands ten pounds to driver]

[Michael and Janet burst into the back of a taxi from opposite sides at the same time, bumping heads into shoulders]

Michael Jordon: Oh, goddamn...

[sees Janet for the first time]

Michael Jordon: [to Janet] I love you!

Janet Dunn: Get out of my cab!

Michael Jordon: Where is it? Show it to me.

Janet Dunn: [shouting over him] Get out of my cab right now!

Michael Jordon: I'd love to, just tell me which one it is.

Janet Dunn: Driver!

Janet Dunn: [through gritted teeth to Michael] Get out of my cab.

Michael Jordon: This one is *my* cab.

Cab Driver: Nah-ah!

[the Driver turns to look back]

Cab Driver: It's *my* cab. Now, will one of you tell me where to take it?

Michael Jordon: Where do you wanna go, honey?

Janet Dunn: [sees her pursuer behind them, looking for her] Uh...

Michael Jordon: To your place or to mine?

Janet Dunn: [with false calm] I don't care. Let's just go.

Michael Jordon: Just go straight up Park Avenue, all right? We'll tell you exactly where once we finish negotiating.

[a man in a dark suit and fedora watches their departure and takes note of the cab's plates. And so begins Michael Jordon's entanglement]

Charlie Farrow: [In the TV Version with no profanity] What are you doing?

Cab Driver: Get out! Now!

Charlie Farrow: No! No! Take me to the cops!

Cab Driver: Forget the cops, man! Don't mess with them! Don't mess with nobody! You hear me?

Charlie Farrow: What?

[But the car is coming to chase Charlie]

Cab Driver: Get down! Get down!

Charlie Farrow: No. What is this about?

Cab Driver: You're in deep trouble, my friend! Forget that! I'm in big trouble! Get out of here!

Charlie Farrow: No!

Cab Driver: Get out of here!

Charlie Farrow: Why am I in big trouble?

Cab Driver: Why?

Charlie Farrow: Yes!

Cab Driver: You kill Matt Halloran! So no ones gonna kill you!

Charlie Farrow: Then who's Matt Halloran?

Cab Driver: Matt Halloran own that place back there! He owns his whole town, man! Get out of here!

Charlie Farrow: No! Wait! Wait!

William Conroy: Do you know the reason people drink coffee?

Cab Driver: No why?

William Conroy: People have a thing about stuff they drink.

William Conroy: they believe it gives them some type of control over the illusion of being tired.

Cab Driver: I'm not following you.

William Conroy: Your not following me? let me tell you something buddy this concept that you have where you think I'm a type of leader that can be followed is wrong dead wrong.

Cab Driver: Ok jack you lost me.

Kevin McCallister: Boy, it's scary out there.

Cab Driver: [turns around to reveal his frightening face] Ain't much better in here, kid.

[Kevin gasps in horror and flees the cab]

Cab Driver: Where you headed, Yellow?

Ted: Bloomsberry Museum, and I'll give you an extra ten if you don't call me "yellow", Okay?

Cab Driver: Sure thing, Sunshine.

Cab Driver: There's no screaming in cabs!

[repeated line]

Cab Driver: Okey-dokey, no problem!

Cab driver: [looking official and impersonal behind dark glasses] Sorry, we don't take Minors, Company rules.

Eva: I'm not a Minor, I'm in a major hurry!

Cab driver: [lowering his sunglasses to indicate that he is a bit human and understanding after all] You got money?

Eva: Yes!

[Takes out a big wad of Cash, the Driver nods *o.k.*]

Eva: GO!

[the Driver takes off]

Cab Driver: [Phil tells him to take him to the kidnappers] Did you say "kidnap"?

Phil Moscowitz: Yeah, that's right.

Cab Driver: Alright, but first it's time for a little sight seeing. Coming up on your right is the world-renowned factory where the broken Japanese toys are made.

Cab Driver: That's Bugsy Siegel's house.

Harry Greenberg: He doesn't like that name.

Cab Driver: Everybody calls him that.

Harry Greenberg: Not to his face, they don't.

The Dude: Jesus, man, could you change the channel?

Cab Driver: Fuck you man. If you don't like my fuckin' music get your own fuckin' cab!

The Dude: I had a rough...

Cab Driver: I pull over and kick your ass out!

The Dude: Come on, man. I had a rough night and I hate the fuckin' Eagles, man!

[in a taxi in Rome; Princess Ann is drugged]

Joe Bradley: Where do you live?

Princess Ann: [mumbles drunkenly] ... Colosseum...

Joe Bradley: [to taxi driver] She lives in the Colosseum.

Cab Driver: Is wrong address!

Cab Driver: This shitty enough for ya?

Prince Akeem: Yes, this is perfect.

Cab Driver: [Akeem steps in front of the cab, causing the cab to screech to a sudden halt] YOU DUMB FUCK!

Prince Akeem: Take us to Queens at once.

Mitch: Sorry, your seatbelt seems to be broken. What do you recommend I do?

Cab Driver: I recommend you stop being such a faggot. You're in the backseat.

[last lines]

Cab Driver: Where you wanna go?

Viktor Navorski: I am going home.

[Ashley's cab driver is zooming through traffic this morning]

Cab Driver: Wow, that's like five greens in a row. The force is strong this morning.

[the cab driver taps his Darth Vader bobble-head for good luck]

[last lines]

Mortimer Brewster: No, no. I'm not a Brewster. I'm the son of a sea-cook! Ha! Ha! Chaaaaarrrge!

[he runs off across the cemetary]

Cab Driver: And I'm not a cab driver, I'm a coffee pot!

Cab Driver: Hey! $22.50!

Mortimer Brewster: What?

Cab Driver: $22.50!

Mortimer Brewster: Oh, yes, looks good on you!

Cab Driver: Yeah. Not the suit, the meter!

Cab Driver: Hey, you! Five more bucks and you'll own it!

Mortimer Brewster: Oh, no thanks! It wouldn't fit me!

Cab Driver: I knew this would end up in the nuthouse.

Mr. Witherspoon: [offended] We like to think of it as a rest home!

Cab Driver: Wheddehettu?

[last lines]

Jerry Falk: I was just saying how strange life is, how it's full of inexplicable mystery.

Cab Driver: Well, you know, it's like anything else.

Charlie Black: Thanks a lot. We shouldn't be long.

Cab Driver: Take as long as you like - I'm leaving.

Peggy Grant: You don't mind waiting, do you?

Cab Driver: What's there to mind? The night is young, the orchids are smelling, the meter is running.

[click]

Cab Driver: Just made another nickel.

Cab driver: Brazil... that's way past Medford.

Gladys: Driver, can't you go any faster?

Cab Driver: I can lady, but the cab can't.

Nora Charles: Follow that car, quick!

Cab Driver: Yes, ma'am!

[Drives off after cab, leaving Nora and Molly on the sidewalk]

Cab Driver: Why does everything have to be so fucked up?!

Zed: What time is it?

Cab Driver: Daytime.

[SPOILER]

[last lines]

Cab Driver: No bags?

Abigail: No baggage.

Cab Driver: So where ya going?

Abigail: Some place safe and warm.

Cab Driver: Ah, safe and warm. I always wanted to go there myself, ma'am.

Abigail: No, not ma'am. You can... you can call me Lillian.

Adaline Bowman: The civic archives, please.

Cab Driver: May take a while, Market is jammed.

Adaline Bowman: Okay then, please take California to Hyde.

Cab Driver: There's construction on Hyde.

Adaline Bowman: Why don't you stay on this, take this to Gough, Gough to Bush, Bush to Polk, Polk to Grove, and then just leave me on the corner of Market.

Cab Driver: [turns to look at Adaline] You want my job?

Adaline Bowman: [smirks] You never know.

Cab Driver: Do not touch the young lady in my taxi.

[the Cab Driver tells Billy about America]

Cab Driver: You know, in my country, in my place, when you heard about America, everybody say, 'There's so much money there,' and, 'You're gonna have a big car, big house, and a swimming pool,' and... and, 'You're gonna catch the money on the floor, and just have to take it and pick it up.' And finally it's different. But you realize when you arrive here, it's different. So, everybody's looking for a better life somewhere. It's like that. And maybe we'll find some... one day.

[last lines]

Franky: [the Cab Driver puts Franky safely in his cab with the rest of his family] Can I close the door?

Cab Driver: You wanna close the door?

Franky: Yeah.

Cab Driver: This is your cab, okay?

Franky: Am I going to close it?

Cab Driver: Yeah, yeah, I close the door.

Cab driver: [Discussing suicide] Yeah, that's a crime, ain't it, knockin' yourself off? They could throw ya in jail, couldn't they?

Cab driver: [about the jumper] Yeah, if I had my M-2, I could knock him off from here - clean!

Dr. Clare Wyatt: [as the cab stops before the manor house] Aren't you going to take me to the door.

Cab driver: I don't go to THAT door.