Cab Dispatcher: Can you drive to the Bronx? Manhattan? Travis: Anytime. Anywhere. Cab Dispatcher: Do you work on Jewish holidays? Travis: Anytime. Anywhere.
Cab dispatcher: Why do you want to drive a cab? Travis: I can't sleep at nights. Cab Dispatcher: There's porno theaters for that. Iris: God, you are so square. Travis: Hey, I'm not square, you're the one square. Your full of shit, man. What are you talking about? You walk out with those fuckin' creeps and low-lifes and degenerates out on the streets and you sell your little pussies for nothing, man? For some low-life pimp who stands in the hall? And I'm square? You're the one square, man. I don't go screwing fuck with bunch of killers and junkies like you do. You call that hip? What world are you from? Travis: You're a young girl, you should be at home now. You should be going with boys, you should be going to school, you know, that kind of stuff. Travis Bickle: Shit... I'm waiting for the sun to shine. Travis Bickle: Thank God for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk. Travis Bickle: Loneliness has been following me my whole life. Travis Bickle: An idea has been growing in my head for some time now: TRUE force. All the king's men cannot put it back together again. Travis Bickle: You're only as healthy as you feel. Travis Bickle: One of these days I gotta get myself organizized. Betsy: Organizized? Dont you mean organized? Travis: No, organizized. Betsy: Oh, like that sign that says "Thimk." Wizard: Hey Travis, this here's Doughboy. We call him that 'cause he'll do anything for a buck. Doughboy: Hi Travis. Got change of a nickel? Sport: See ya later, copper! Travis Bickle: I'm no cop, man. Sport: Well, if you are, than it's entrapment already. Travis Bickle: I think someone should just take this city and just...just flush it down the fuckin' toilet. Travis Bickle: The 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 one should become a person like other people. Travis Bickle: June twenty-ninth. I gotta get in shape now. Too much sitting is ruining my body. Too much abuse is going on for too long. From now on there will be 50 pushups each morning, 50 pullups. There will be no more pills, no more bad food, no more destroyers of my body. From now on will be total organization. Every muscle must be tight. Cab dispatcher: How's your driving record? Clean? Travis Bickle: Clean. Just like my conscience. Travis Bickle: Someday a real rain will come and wipe this scum off the streets. Wizard: You get a job. You become the job. Travis Bickle: 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 a man who stood up. Passenger: Ever seen what a Mag .44 will do to a woman's pussy? Travis Bickle: Now I see this clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me. Travis Bickle: I got some bad ideas in my head.
[Into a mirror.] Travis Bickle: You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talkin' to? You talkin' to me? Well I'm the only one here. Who do you think you're talking to? Oh yeah? Huh? Ok. Senator Charles Palantine: We meet at a crossroads in history. No longer will the wrong roads be taken.