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Taxi Driver

Taxi Driver is a 1976 film about a mentally unstable Vietnam war veteran who works as nighttime taxi driver in a New York City whose perceived decadence and sleaze feeds his urge to violently lash out while also saving a young prostitute.
 * Directed by Martin Scorsese. Written by Paul Schrader.

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. taglines

Travis Bickle

 * 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.
 * 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.
 * 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.
 * Note: bolded portion ranked #10 in the American Film Institute's list of the top 100 movie quotations in American cinema.Watch Here:
 * [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.

Senator Charles Palantine

 * 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.

Others

 * 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.

Dialogue

 * Travis: I can't sleep nights.
 * Personnel Officer: There's porno theaters for that.
 * Travis: I know. I tried that.
 * Personnel Officer: So whaddaya do now?
 * Travis: I ride around nights mostly. Subways, buses. Figure you know, I'm gonna do that, I might as well get paid for it.
 * Personnel Officer: Wanna work uptown nights - South Bronx, Harlem?
 * Travis: I'll work any time, anywhere.
 * Personnel Officer: Will ya work Jewish holidays?
 * Travis: Any time, anywhere.
 * Personnel Officer: All right. Let me see your chauffeur's license. How's your driving record?
 * Travis: It's clean, real clean - like my conscience...

 * Tom: Now look, you have to emphasize the mandatory welfare program. That's the issue that should be pushed.
 * Betsy: First push the man, then the issue. Senator Palantine is a dynamic man, an intelligent, interesting, fresh, fascinating...
 * Tom: Forgot sexy.
 * Betsy: ...man. I did not forget sexy.
 * Tom: Listen to what you're saying. You sound like you're selling mouthwash.
 * Betsy: We are selling mouthwash.
 * Tom: Are we authorized to do that?

 * Betsy: And why do you feel that you have to volunteer to me?
 * Travis: [smiling slightly] Because I think that you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
 * Betsy: [pause] Thanks. But what do you think of Palantine? ...Charles Palantine, the man you're volunteering to help elect President.
 * Travis: Well, I'm sure he'd make a good President. I don't know exactly what his policies are, but I'm sure he'd make a good one.
 * Betsy: Do you want to canvass?
 * Travis: Yeah, I'll canvass.

 * Travis: I'll tell you why. I think you're a lonely person. I drive by this place a lot and I see you here. I see a lot of people around you. And I see all these phones and all this stuff on your desk. It means nothing. Then when I came inside and I met you, I saw in your eyes and I saw the way you carried yourself that you're not a happy person. And I think you need something. And if you want to call it a friend, you can call it a friend.
 * Betsy: Are you gonna be my friend?
 * Travis: Yeah. What do ya say? It's a little hard standing here and asking...Five minutes, that's all, just outside. Right around here. I'm there to protect ya. [He quickly flexes both arms, causing her to laugh] Come on, just take a little break.
 * Betsy: I have a break at four o'clock and if you're here...
 * Travis: Four o'clock today?
 * Betsy: Yes.
 * Travis: I'll be here.
 * Betsy: I'm sure you will.
 * Travis: All right, four p.m.
 * Betsy: Right.
 * Travis: Outside in front?
 * Betsy: Yeah.
 * Travis: OK. Oh my name is Travis. [He extends his hand to her] Betsy?
 * Betsy: Travis.
 * Travis: Appreciate this, Betsy.

 * Concession Girl: Can I help you?
 * Travis: Yeah, what's your name? My name's Travis.
 * Concession Girl: That's nice, what can do for you?
 * Travis: I'd like to know what your name is, what's your name?
 * Concession Girl: Give me a break.
 * Travis: You can tell me what your name is, I'm not going to do anything.
 * Concession Girl: Do you want me to call the manager.
 * Travis: You don't have to call the manager, I mean I'm just asking...
 * Concession Girl: Troy!
 * Travis: Alright, okay, I'm just, okay. Can I have Chuckles? Do you have any jujus? They last longer, I'd like to get some jujus.
 * Concession Girl: What you see is what we got.
 * Travis: I'll take these. Coca-Cola?
 * Concession Girl: We don't have Coca-Cola, Royal Crown Cola is all we got. $1.85.

 * Travis: I know what you mean. I've got the same problems. I gotta get organized. Oh little things, like my apartment, my possessions. I should get one of those signs that says "One of these days I'm gonna get organizized."
 * Betsy: You mean "organized"?
 * Travis: Organiziezed. Organiziezed - it's a joke. O-R-G-A-N-E-Z-I-E-Z-D.
 * Betsy: Oh, you mean 'Organizized'. Like those little signs they have in offices that say "Thimk".

 * Travis: [about Tom] I would say he has quite a few problems. His energy seems to go in the wrong places. When I walked in and I saw you two sitting there, I could just tell by the way you were both relating that there was no connection whatsoever. And I felt when I walked in that there was something between us. There was an impulse that we were both following. So that gave me the right to come in and talk to you. Otherwise I never would have felt that I had the right to talk to you or say anything to you. I never would have had the courage to talk to you. And with him I felt there was nothing and I could sense it. When I walked in, I knew I was right. Did you feel that way?
 * Betsy: I wouldn't be here if I didn't.
 * Travis: ...That fellow you work with. I don't like him. Not that I don't like him, I just think he's silly. I don't think he respects you.
 * Betsy: I don't believe I've ever met anyone quite like you.

 * Betsy: You know what you remind me of?
 * Travis: What?
 * Betsy: That song by Kris Kristofferson. [She's referring to the song Pilgrim Chapter 33]
 * Travis: Who's that?
 * Betsy: A songwriter. "He's a prophet...he's a prophet and a pusher, partly truth, partly fiction. A walking contradiction."
 * Travis: You sayin' that about me?
 * Betsy: Who else would I be talkin' about?
 * Travis: I'm no pusher. I never have pushed.
 * Betsy: No, no. Just the part about the contradictions. You are that.

 * Travis: I'm one of your biggest supporters, you know. I tell everybody that comes in this taxi that they have to vote for you.
 * Palantine: Why thank you - [Pleased, he glances to check Travis' picture, identification and license posted in the rear seat] - Travis.
 * Travis: I'm sure you're gonna win sir. Everybody I know is gonna vote for ya. You know in fact, I was gonna put one of your stickers in my taxi but you know, the company said it was against their policy. But they don't know anything, you know. They're a bunch of jerks.
 * Palantine: Let me tell you something. I have learned more about America from riding in taxi cabs than in all the limos in the country...Can I ask you something, Travis?
 * Travis: Sure.
 * Palantine: What is the one thing about this country that bugs you the most?
 * Travis: Well, I don't know. I don't follow political issues that closely, sir. I don't know.
 * Palantine: Oh but there must be something.
 * Travis: Well. [He thinks] Whatever it is, you should clean up this city here, because this city here is like an open sewer you know. It's full of filth and scum. And sometimes I can hardly take it. Whatever-whoever becomes the President should just [Travis honks the horn] really clean it up. You know what I mean? Sometimes I go out and I smell it, I get headaches it's so bad, you know...They just never go away you know...It's like...I think that the President should just clean up this whole mess here. You should just flush it right down the fuckin' toilet.
 * Palantine: Well, uh, I think I know what you mean Travis. But it's not gonna be easy. We're gonna have to make some radical changes.
 * Travis: Damn straight.
 * Palantine: Nice talkin' to you, Travis. [They shake hands]
 * Travis: Nice talking to you sir. You're a good man. I know you're gonna win.

 * Betsy: You've got to be kidding.
 * Travis: What?
 * Betsy: This is a dirty movie.
 * Travis: No, no, this is, this is a movie that, uh, a lot of couples come to, all kinds of couples go here.
 * Betsy: Are you sure about that?
 * Travis: Sure. I've seen 'em all the time.

 * Travis: Where are you going?
 * Betsy: Have to leave now.
 * Travis: Why?
 * Betsy: I don't know why I came in here. I don't like these movies.
 * Travis: Well, I mean, I, you know, I didn't know that you, you would feel that way about this movie. I don't know much about movies, but if I...
 * Betsy: Are these the only kind of movies you go to?
 * Travis: Well, yeah, I mean I come - this is not so bad.
 * Betsy: Taking me to a place like this is about as exciting to me as saying: 'Let's fuck.'
 * Travis: Uh. There are other places I can take you. There are plenty of other movies I can take you to. I don't know much about them but I could take you to other places...

 * Travis: Why won't you talk to me? Why don't you answer my calls when I call? You think I don't know you're here.
 * Tom: Let's not have any trouble.
 * Travis: You think I don't know. You think I don't know.
 * Tom: Would you please leave?
 * Travis: Get your hands off. [to Betsy] You're in a hell, and you're gonna die in hell like the rest of 'em! You're like the rest of 'em.

 * Wizard: Then I picked up these two fags, you know. They're goin' downtown. They're wearing these rhinestone t-shirts. And they start arguin'. They start yellin'. The other says: "You bitch."...I say: "Look, I don't care what you do in the privacy of your own home behind closed doors - this is an American free country, we got a pursuit of happiness thing, you're consenting, you're adult. BUT, you know, uh, you know, in my fucking cab, don't go bustin' heads, you know what I mean? God love you, do what you want."
 * Dough Boy: Tell 'em to go to California, 'cause out in California when two fags split up, one's got to pay the other one alimony.
 * Wizard: Not bad. Ah, they're way ahead out there, you know in California. So I had to tell 'em to get out of the fuckin' cab.

 * Travis: Well, I know you and I ain't talked too much, you know, but I figured you've been around a lot so you could...
 * Wizard: Shoot. That's why they call me the Wizard.
 * Travis: I got, it's just that I got a, I got a...
 * Wizard: Things uh, things got ya down?
 * Travis: Yeah.
 * Wizard: Yeah, it happens to the best of us.
 * Travis: Yeah, I got me a real down, real...I just wanna go out and, and you know like really, really, really do somethin'.
 * Wizard: The taxi life you mean?
 * Travis: Yeah, well. Naw, I don't know. I just wanna go out. I really, you know, I really wanna, I got some bad ideas in my head, I just...
 * Wizard: Look, look at it this way, you know uh, a man, a man takes a job, you know, and that job, I mean like that, and that it becomes what he is. You know like uh, you do a thing and that's what you are. Like I've been a, I've been a cabbie for seventeen years, ten years at night and I still don't own my own cab. You know why? 'Cause I don't want to. I must be what I, what I want. You know, to be on the night shift drivin' somebody else's cab. Understand? You, you, you become, you get a job, you you become the job. One guy lives in Brooklyn, one guy lives in Sutton Place, you get a lawyer, another guy's a doctor, another guy dies, another guy gets well, and you know, people are born. I envy you your youth. Go out and get laid. Get drunk, you know, do anything. 'Cause you got no choice anyway. I mean we're all fucked, more or less you know.
 * Travis: Yeah, I don't know. That's about the dumbest thing I ever heard.
 * Wizard: I'm not Bertrand Russell. Well what do ya want. I'm a cabbie you know. What do I know? I mean, I don't even know what the fuck you're talkin' about.
 * Travis: Yeah I don't know. Maybe I don't know either.
 * Wizard: Don't worry so much. Relax Killer, you're gonna be all right. I know I seen a lot of people and uh, I know.
 * Travis: That's the dumbest thing I ever heard.

 * Andy: There you go - a supreme high re-sale weapon. Look at that. Look at that. That's a beauty. I could sell those guns to some jungle bunny in Harlem for five hundred bucks. But I just deal high-quality goods to the right people. How about that? This might be a little too big for practical purposes in which case for you, I'd recommend .38 snub nose. Look at this. Look at it. That's a beautiful little gun. It's nickel-plated, snub nose, otherwise the same as the service revolver. That'll stop anything that moves. The Magnum - they use that in Africa for killin' elephants. That .38 - it's a fine gun. Some of these guns are like toys. That .38 - you go out and hammer nails with it all day, come back and it will cut dead center on target every time. It's got a really nice action to it and a heck of a whallop. You interested in a automatic? It's a Colt .25 Automatic. It's a nice little gun. It's a beautiful little gun. It holds six shots in the clip, one shot in the chamber, if you're dumb enough to put a round in the chamber. Here, look at this. 380 Walther, holds eight shots in the clip. That's a nice gun. Now that's a beautiful little gun. Look at that. During World War II, they used this gun to replace the P38. Just given out to officers. Ain't that a little honey?
 * Travis: How much for everything?
 * Andy: Only a jack-ass would carry that cannon in the streets like that. Here. Here's a beautiful hand-made holster I had made in Mexico. $40 dollars...How about dope? Grass. Hash. Coke. Mescaline. Downers. Nebutol. Tuinal. Chloral Hydrates? How about any Uppers? Amphetamines.
 * Travis: No I'm not interested in that stuff.
 * Andy: Crystal meth. I can get ya crystal meth. Nitrous oxide. How about that? How about a Cadillac? I get ya a brand new Cadillac. With the pink slip for two grand.

 * Travis: Hey, you're a Secret Service man aren't ya? Huh?
 * Agent: Just waiting for the Senator.
 * Travis: You're waiting for the Senator? Oh! That's a very good answer. Shit! I'm waitin' for the sun to shine. Yeah. No, the reason I, I asked if you were a Secret Service man, I won't say anything, because I ...I saw some suspicious looking people over there. [Travis points away] Yeah, they were over there, right over there. They were just here, uh. They were very, very, uh...
 * Agent: ...suspicious...
 * Travis: Yeah. Is it hard to get to be in the Secret Service?
 * Agent: Why?
 * Travis: Well, I was just curious, because I think I'd be good at it. Very observant. I was in the Marine Corps you know, I'm good with crowds. I'm noticin' the little pin there. [Looking at the agent's lapel] That's like a signal isn't it?
 * Agent: Sort of.
 * Travis: A signal. A secret signal for the Secret Service. Hey, what kind of guns do you guys carry? .38s, .45s, .357 Magnums, somethin' bigger maybe?
 * Agent: Look, uh, if you're really interested, if you give me your name and address, we'll send you all the information on how to apply. How's that?
 * Travis: You will?
 * Agent: Sure. [The agent takes out a notepad]
 * Travis: OK. Why not? My name is Henry Krinkle. K-R-I-N-K-L-E. 154 Hopper Avenue.
 * Agent: Hopper?
 * Travis: Yeah. You know like a rabbit, hip, hop. Ha, ha. Fair Lawn, New Jersey.
 * Agent: Is there a zip code to that Henry?
 * Travis: Yeah, 610452. OK?
 * Agent: That's, uh, six digits.
 * Travis: Oh, well 61045.
 * Agent: OK.
 * Travis: I was thinking of my telephone number.
 * Agent: Well, I've got it all. Henry, we'll get all the stuff right out to you.
 * Travis: Thanks a lot. Hey, great. Thanks a lot. Hell, Jesus. Be careful today.
 * Agent: Right. Will do.
 * Travis: You have to be careful in and around a place like this. Bye.

 * Sport: Officer, I swear I'm clean. I'm just waitin' here for a friend. You gonna bust me for nothin' man?
 * Travis: I'm not a cop.
 * Sport: So why are you askin' me for action?
 * Travis: [gesturing at Iris] Because she sent me over.
 * Sport: I suppose that ain't a .38 you got in your sock.
 * Travis: A .38? No. I'm clean man.
 * Sport: [noticing Travis' Western boots] Shit. You're a real cowboy? That's nice, man. That's all right. Fifteen dollars, fifteen minutes, twenty-five dollars, half an hour.
 * Travis: Shit.
 * Sport: A cowboy, huh? I once had a horse, on Coney Island. She got hit by a car. Well, take it or leave it. If you want to save yourself some money, don't fuck her. Cause you'll be back here every night for some more. Man, she's twelve and a half years old. You ain't never had no pussy like that. You can do anything you want with her. You can cum on her, fuck her in the mouth, fuck her in the ass, cum on her face, man. She get your cock so hard she'll make it explode. But no rough stuff, all right?

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 * Sport: Catch you later, copper.
 * Travis: What'd you say?
 * Sport: See you later, copper.
 * Travis: I'm no cop, man.
 * Sport: Well if you are, it's entrapment already.
 * Travis: I'm hip.
 * Sport: [laughs] Buddy, you don't look hip.
 * Travis: [stares]
 * Sport: Go ahead, have yourself a good time.
 * Travis: [continues to stare]
 * Sport: You're a funny guy. But looks aren't everything. Go ahead man, have a good time.

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 * Travis: Are you really twelve and a half?
 * Iris: Listen mister, it's your time. Fifteen minutes ain't long. When that cigarette burns out, your time is up. [Iris sits on the edge of the sofa and begins undressing]
 * Travis: How old are you? You won't tell me? What's your name?
 * Iris: Easy.
 * Travis: That's not any kind of name.
 * Iris: That's easy to remember.
 * Travis: Yeah, but what's your real name?
 * Iris: I don't like my real name.
 * Travis: Now what's your real name?
 * Iris: Iris.
 * Travis: Well, what's wrong with that? That's a nice name.
 * Iris: Huh! That's what you think. [Iris begins to remove her top]
 * Travis: No, don't do that. Don't do that. Don't you remember me? Remember when you got into a taxi, it was a checkered taxi. You got in and that that guy Matthew came by and he said he wanted to take you away. He pulled you away.
 * Iris: I don't remember that.
 * Travis: You don't remember any of that?
 * Iris: No.
 * Travis: Well. that's all right. I'm gonna get you out of here.
 * Iris: So we'd better make it or Sport will get mad. So how do you want to make it?
 * Travis: I don't want to make it. Who's Sport?
 * Iris: Oh that's Matthew. I call him Sport. [She stands up and begins unbuckling the belt on his pants] You want to make it like this?
 * Travis: Listen, uh, listen, hey, can I tell you somethin'. But you're the one that came into my cab. You're the one that wanted to get out of here.
 * Iris: Well, I must have been stoned.
 * Travis: Why, what do you mean? Do they drug you?
 * Iris: Oh come off it, man.
 * Travis: [Iris continues to try to unzip his fly] What are you doin'?
 * Iris: Don't you want to make it?
 * Travis: No, I don't want to make it. I want to help you.
 * Iris: Well, I could help you. [Iris reaches for his pants again, but he pushes her back onto the sofa]
 * Travis: Damn, man. Goddamn it. Shit, man. What the hell's the matter with you?
 * Iris: Mister, you don't have to make it mister.
 * Travis: Goddamn it. Don't you want to get out of here? Can't you understand why I came here?
 * Iris: I think I understand, uh. I tried to get into your cab one night and you want to come and take me away. Is that it?
 * Travis: Yeah, but don't you want to go?
 * Iris: I can leave anytime I want to.
 * Travis: Well then, what about that one night?
 * Iris: Look, I was stoned. That's why they stopped me. 'Cause when I'm not stoned, I got no place else to go. So they just, uh, protect me from myself.
 * Travis: Well, I don't know. I don't know. OK, I tried.
 * Iris: I understand, and it means somethin', really.
 * Travis: Oh look, can I see you again?
 * Iris: Ha, ha, that's not hard to do.
 * Travis: No, I don't mean like that. I mean, you know, regularly. This is nothing for a person to do.
 * Iris: All right. How about breakfast tomorrow?
 * Travis: Tomorrow when?
 * Iris: I get up at about one o'clock.
 * Travis: So long, Iris. See you tomorrow. Sweet Iris.

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 * Iris: Why do you want me to go back to my parents? I mean they hate me. Why do you think I split in the first place? There ain't nothin' there.
 * Travis: Yeah, but you can't live like this. It's hell. Girls should live at home.
 * Iris: Didn't you ever hear of women's lib?
 * Travis: What do you mean 'women's lib'? You sure are a young girl. You should be at home now. You should be dressed up. You should be goin' out with boys. You should be goin' to school. You know, that kind of stuff.
 * Iris: Oh god, are you square.
 * Travis: Hey I'm not square. You're the one that's square. You're full of shit, man. What are you talkin' about? You walk out with those fuckin' creeps and lowlifes and degenerates out on the street and you sell your, sell your little pussy for nothin' man. For some lowlife pimp - stands in a hall. I'm, I'm square? You're the one that's square, man. I don't go screw and fuck with a bunch of killers and junkies the way you do. You call that bein' hip? What world are you from?
 * Iris: Who's a 'killer'?
 * Travis: That guy Sport's a killer. That's who's a killer.
 * Iris: Sport never killed nobody.
 * Travis: He killed someone.
 * Iris: He's a Libra.
 * Travis: He's a what?
 * Iris: I'm a Libra too. That's why we get along so well.
 * Travis: Looks like a killer to me.
 * Iris: I think that, that Cancers make the best lovers, but god, my whole family are air signs.
 * Travis: He's also a dope shooter.

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 * Iris: So what makes you so high and mighty. Will you tell me that? Didn't you ever try lookin' in your own eyeballs in the mirror?
 * Travis: So what are you gonna do about Sport, that ol' bastard?
 * Iris: When?
 * Travis: When you leave.
 * Iris: I don't know. I just leave him, I guess.
 * Travis: You just gonna leave?
 * Iris: Yeah, they got plenty of other girls.
 * Travis: Yeah, but you just can't do that. What are you gonna do?
 * Iris: What do you want me to do? Call the cops?
 * Travis: What? The cops don't do nothin'. You know that.
 * Iris: Hey look. Sport never treated me bad. I mean he didn't beat me up or anything like that once.
 * Travis: But you can't allow him to do the same to other girls. You can't allow him to do that. He is the lowest kind of person in the world. Somebody's got to do something to him. He's the scum of the earth. He's the worst s-s-sucking scum I have ever, ever seen. You know what he told me about you? He called you names. He called you a little piece of chicken.
 * Iris: He doesn't, he doesn't mean that. I'll move up to one of them communes in Vermont.
 * Travis: I never seen a commune before, but I don't know, you know, I saw some pictures once in a magazine - didn't look very clean.
 * Iris: Well why don't you come to the commune with me?
 * Travis: Why not cum, come in a commune with you? Oh no.
 * Iris: Why not?
 * Travis: I don't, I don't go to places like that.
 * Iris: Oh come on, why not?
 * Travis: No, I don't get along with people like that.
 * Iris: Are you a Scorpion?
 * Travis: What?
 * Iris: That's it. You're a Scorpion. I can tell every time.
 * Travis: Besides, I gotta stay here.
 * Iris: Come on, why?
 * Travis: I got somethin' very important to do.
 * Iris: Oh, so what's so important?
 * Travis: Doin' somethin' for the government. Cab thing is just part-time.
 * Iris: Are you a narc?
 * Travis: Do I look like a narc?
 * Iris: Yeah. [laughing]
 * Travis: I am a narc.
 * Iris: God, I don't know who's weirder, you or me? Sure you don't want to come with me?
 * Travis: Well, I tell ya what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna give ya the money to go.
 * Iris: Oh no, look, you don't have to do that.
 * Travis: No, no. I want you to take it. I don't want ya to take anything from them. And I wanna do it. I don't have anything better to do with my money. I might be goin' away for a while.

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 * Iris: I don't like what I'm doin,' Sport.
 * Sport: Oh baby, I never wanted you to like what you're doin'. If you ever liked what you're doing, you wouldn't be my woman.
 * Iris: You never spend any time with me anymore.
 * Sport: Why I got to attend to business baby. You miss your man, don't ya? I don't like to be away from you either. You know how I feel about you. I depend on you. I'd be lost without you. Don't you ever forget that - how much I need you. Come to me baby. Let me hold you. When I hold you close to me like this, I feel so good. I only wish every man could know what it's like to be loved by you... God, it's good so close. You know at times like this, I know I'm one lucky man. Touchin' a woman who wants me and needs me. That's the way you and I keeps it together.

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 * Travis: How's everything in the pimp business? Huh?
 * Sport: Don't I know you?
 * Travis: No, do I know you?
 * Sport: Get out of here. Come on, get lost.
 * Travis: Do I know you? How's Iris? You know Iris.
 * Sport: No, I don't know nobody named Iris. Iris. Come on. Get out of here man.
 * Travis: You don't know anybody by the name of Iris?
 * Sport: I don't know nobody named Iris.
 * Travis: No?
 * Sport: Hey - go back to your fuckin' tribe before you get hurt, huh man. Do me a favor, I don't want no trouble huh? OK?
 * Travis: You got a gun?
 * Sport: [He throws his lit cigarette at Travis' chest, causing sparks to fly, and then kicks him] Get the fuck out of here man! Get out of here.
 * Travis: Suck on this. [shoots him in the belly]

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 * Betsy: Hello, Travis.
 * Travis: Hello. [Long pause as they exchange looks in the rear-view mirror] I hear Palantine got the nomination.
 * Betsy: Yeah. It won't be long now. Seventeen days.
 * Travis: I hope he wins.
 * Betsy: I read about you in the papers. How are you?
 * Travis: Oh, it was nothin' really. I got over that. Papers always blow these things up. Just a little stiffness. That's all. [The cab arrives at her destination and she steps out, speaking to him through the open, driver side window]
 * Betsy: Travis? How much was it?
 * Travis: So long...

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 * 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.

Quotes about Taxi Driver

 * 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?
 * Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, "Why the 'Joker' Gun Violence Protests Miss the Mark", The Hollywood Reporter (October 2, 2019).

Cast

 * Robert De Niro - Travis Bickle
 * Cybill Shepherd - Betsy
 * Jodie Foster - Iris
 * Harvey Keitel - Sport
 * Peter Boyle - Wizard
 * Leonard Harris - Sen. Charles Palantine
 * Albert Brooks - Tom

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Andrew Dickson White

Andrew Dickson White (November 7, 1832 – November 4, 1918) was an American diplomat, author, and educator who was the co-founder and first president of Cornell University.
 * See also: A History of the Warfare of Science with Theology in Christendom

Seven Great Statesmen in the Warfare of Humanity with Unreason (1915)
Seven Great Statesmen in the Warfare of Humanity with Unreason

 * My purpose in writing these essays has been to acquaint men who are interested in the bearings of modern history on public life with sundry statesmen whose time was devoted not to seeking office or to winning a brief popular fame by chicanery or pettifoggery, but to serving the great interests of modern states and, indeed, of universal humanity. I would present these statesmen and their work as especially worthy to be studied by those who aspire to serve their country in any way.
 * p. ix

 * My early years abroad were spent mainly upon the European Continent, and public duties since have led me to make prolonged stays in various Continental states—France, Germany, the Netherlands, Italy, Russia—where the study of Continental statesmen has been almost forced upon me.
 * p. ix

 * Carlyle uttered a pregnant truth when he said that the history of any country is in the biographies of the men who made it.
 * p. ix

 * While I have given references which will enable historical students to verify my statements and follow them further, I have constantly had in mind the average man intelligently interested in political affairs. It is for this reason that to each of these personages is given a somewhat extended historical setting which may enable any reader to understand his environment, the men and things with which he contended, and the results which he sought and accomplished.
 * p.x

 * A thoughtful historian tells us that, between the Middle Ages and the nineteenth century, Italy produced three great men. As the first of these, he names Machiavelli, who he says, "taught the world to understand political despotism and to hate it"; as the second, he names Sarpi, who "taught the world after what manner the Holy Spirit guides the Councils of the Church"; and as the third, Galileo, who "taught the world what dogmatic theology is worth when it can be tested by science."
 * p. 3

 * He [Paolo Sarpi] was one of the two foremost Italian statesmen since the Middle Ages, the other being Cavour.
 * p. 3

 * His [Sarpi's] career soon revealed another cause of his return; he evidently felt the same impulse which stirred his contemporaries, Lord Bacon and Galileo, for he began devoting himself to the whole range of scientific and philosophical studies, especially to mathematics, physics, astronomy, anatomy, and physiology. In these he became known as an authority, and before long was recognized as such throughout Europe. It is claimed, and it is not improbable, that he anticipated Harvey in discovering the circulation of the blood, and that he was the forerunner of noted discoverers in magnetism. Unfortunately the loss of the great mass of his papers by the fire which destroyed his convent in 1769 forbids any full estimate of his work; but it is certain that among those who sought his opinion and advice were such great discoverers as Acquapendente, Galileo, Torricelli, and Gilbert of Colchester, and that every one of these referred to him as an equal, and indeed as a master.
 * p. 4-5

 * Of all tyrannies of unreason in the modern world, one holds a supremely evil preeminence. It covered the period from the middle of the sixteenth century to the middle of the seventeenth, and throughout those hundred years was waged a war of hatreds,—racial, religious, national, and personal;—of ambitions, ecclesiastical and civil;—of aspirations, patriotic and selfish;—of efforts, noble and vile. During all those weary generations Europe became one broad battlefield,—drenched in human blood and lighted from innumerable scaffolds. In this confused struggle great men appeared—heroes and martyrs, ruffians and scoundrels: all was anarchic. The dominant international gospel was that of Machiavelli.
 * p. 55

 * Into the very midst of all this welter of evil, at a point in time to all appearance hopeless, at a point in space apparently defenseless, in a nation of which every man, woman, and child was under sentence of death from its sovereign, was born a man who wrought as no other has ever done for a redemption of civilization from the main cause of all that misery; who thought out for Europe the precepts of right reason in international law; who made them heard; who gave a noble change to the course of human affairs; whose thoughts, reasonings, suggestions, and appeals produced an environment in which came an evolution of humanity that still continues. Huig de Groot, afterward known to the world as Hugo Grotius was born at Delft in Holland on Easter day of 1583. It was at the crisis of the struggle between Spain and the Netherlands. That struggle had already continued for twenty years, and just after the close of his first year, in the very town where he was lying in his cradle, came its most fearful event, that which maddened both sides—the assassination of William of Orange, nominally by Balthazar Gerard, really by Philip II of Spain.
 * p. 55-56

 * He [Grotius] avoided another danger as serious as his precocity had been. He steered clear of the quicksands of useless scholarship, which had engulfed so many strong men of his time. The zeal of learned men in that period was largely given to knowing things not worth knowing, to discussing things not worth discussing, to proving things not worth proving. Grotius seemed plunging on, with all sails set, into these quicksands; but again his good sense and sober judgment saved him: he decided to bring himself into the current of active life flowing through his land and time, and with this purpose he gave himself to the broad and thorough study of jurisprudence.
 * p. 59

 * A new danger now beset him [Grotius],—the danger of becoming simply a venal pleader, a creature who grinds out arguments on this or that side, for this or that client:—a mere legal beast of prey. Fortunately for himself and for the world he took a higher view of his life-work: his determination clearly was to make himself a thoroughly equipped jurist, and then, as he rose more and more in his profession, to use his powers for the good of his country and of mankind.
 * p. 59

 * There was strong warrant for pretensions... As far back as 1493, Pope Alexander VI had settled disputes between Spain and Portugal arising out of their rivalry in the Orient and the Occident by drawing a line from pole to pole one hundred leagues west of the Azores, giving all west of it to the Spanish, all east of it to the Portuguese. Both these nations attempted more or less persistently to exercise the sway thus given over the oceans as well as over the continent. The Portuguese forbade under heavy penalties any person, whether native or alien, to pass through the waters off the African and Brazilian coasts without special permission; the Spanish were hardly less severe toward those who without leave approached their dependencies. But, though the realization of the earth's rotundity renewed the old difficulty, and Spain and Portugal discovered that the Papal decision was futile, since all their new dominions could be approached both from the east and the west, both nations continued to maintain, as best they could, their sovereignty over the vast oceans. Other nations followed these examples.
 * p. 60-61

 * Against all these assertions Grotius published to the world a demonstration that no such rights could exist. His whole argument was mainly a development of two postulates. The first of these was that the right of nations to communicate with one another had been universally recognized; that it was based on a fundamental law of humanity; that the liberty of the sea being necessary to enable nations to communicate with one another, it could not be taken away by any power whatever. The second was that every attempt to make an ocean highway a monopoly of any single nation is forbidden by the immensity of the sea, its lack of stability, its want of fixed limits. This argument in places seemed thin. The book [Mare Liberum], after the custom of the time, was filled with an array—far more than sufficient—of learned citations; but its most significant feature—that which went to make it the herald of a new epoch—was that it took its stand upon the inalienable rights of mankind,—that it mainly deduced these rights neither from revelation nor from national enactments, but from natural law as ascertained by human reason.
 * p. 61

 * The work of this young professor (Thomasius) and his disciples was to dethrone the heavy Protestant orthodoxy which had nearly smothered German patriotism, to undermine the pedantry which had paralyzed German scholarship, to substitute thought for formulas, to bring right reason to bear upon international and municipal law, to discredit religious intolerance, to root out witchcraft persecution and procedure by torture from all modern codes, and to begin that emancipation, of public and especially university instruction from theological control, which has given such strength to Germany, and which today is invincibly making its way in all other lands, including our own.
 * p. 114

 * Even before Melanchthon sank into his grave, he was dismayed at seeing Lutheranism stiffen into dogmas and formulas, and heartbroken by a persecution from his fellow-Protestants more bitter than anything he had ever experienced from Catholics.
 * Note: White here cites A. Harnack, Address Before the University of Berlin (1897), pp.16 and following
 * p. 114

 * The theologians who took up the work which the first reformers had laid down soon came to consider intolerance as a main evidence of spiritual life: erelong they were using all their powers in crushing every germ of new thought. Their theory was simply that the world had now reached its climax; that the religion of Luther was the final word of God to man; that everything depended upon keeping it absolutely pure; that men might comment upon it in hundreds of pulpits and lecture rooms and in thousands of volumes;—but change it in the slightest particle—never. And in order that it might never be changed it was petrified into rituals and creeds and catechisms and statements, and, above all, in 1579, into the "Formula of Concord," which, as more than one thoughtful man has since declared, turned out to be a "formula of discord."
 * p. 114-115

 * TURGOT...I present today one of the three greatest statesmen who fought unreason in France between the close of the Middle Ages and the outbreak of the French Revolution—Louis XI and Richelieu being the two other. And not only this: were you to count the greatest men of the modern world upon your fingers, he would be of the number—a great thinker, writer, administrator, philanthropist, statesman, and above all, a great character and a great man. And yet, judged by ordinary standards, a failure. For he was thrown out of his culminating position, as Comptroller-General of France, after serving but twenty months, and then lived only long enough to see every leading measure to which he had devoted his life deliberately and malignantly undone; the flagrant abuses which he had abolished restored, apparently forever; the highways to national prosperity, peace, and influence, which he had opened, destroyed; and his country put under full headway toward the greatest catastrophe the modern world has seen.
 * p. 165

 * The young man [Turgot] destined for an ecclesiastical career was placed within walls carefully designed to keep out all currents of new thought; his studies, his reading, his professors, his associates, all were combined to keep from him any results of observation or reflection save those prescribed: probably, of all means for stifling healthy and helpful thought, a theological seminary, as then conducted—whether Catholic or Protestant, Jewish or Mohammedan, was the most perfect.
 * p. 167

 * The greatness of Turgot now began to appear: while he performed all the duties of the seminary and studied thoroughly what was required, he gave himself to a wide range of other studies, and chiefly in two very different directions—to thought and work upon those problems in religion which transcend all theologies, and upon those problems in politics which are of vast importance in all countries, and which especially needed discussion in his own.
 * p. 167

 * The French philosophy of the eighteenth century was in full strength. Those were the years in which Voltaire ruled European opinion, and Turgot could not but take account of his influence. Yet no one could apparently be more unlike those who were especially named as the French philosophers of the eighteenth century. He remained reverential; he was never blasphemous, never blatant; he was careful to avoid giving needless pain or arousing fruitless discussion; and, while the tendency of his whole thinking was evidently removing him from the orthodoxy of the Church, his was a broader and deeper philosophy than that which was then dominant.
 * p. 167

 * His [Turgot's] first important literary and scholastic effort was a treatise On the Existence of God. Few fragments of it remain, but we are helped to understand him when we learn that he asserted, and to the end of his life maintained, his belief in an Almighty Creator and Upholder of the Universe. It did, indeed, at a later period suit the purposes of his enemies, exasperated by his tolerant spirit and his reforming plans, to proclaim him an atheist; but that sort of charge has been the commonest of missiles against troublesome thinkers in all times.
 * Note: only three fragments of this treatise remain, per Anne-Robert-Jacques Turgot (baron de l'Aulne), The life and writings of Turgot:Comptroller-General of France, 1774-6 W. Walker Stephens, editor, Longman, Green and Co. 1895 p. 7
 * p. 167-168

 * He [Turgot] now, in 1749, at the age of twenty two, wrote... a letter which has been an object of wonder among political thinkers ever since. Its subject was paper money. Discussing the ideas of John Law, and especially the essay of Terrasson which had supported them, he dissected them mercilessly, but in a way useful not only in those times but in these. ...Terrasson's arguments in behalf of unlimited issues of paper had been put forth in 1720. ...and he declared that the material used for bearing the sign of value is indifferent ...and that if a sovereign issues enough of paper promises, he will be able to loan or even to give money in unlimited amounts to his needy subjects. ...without danger of depreciation. ...Terrasson also made the distinction between the note of a business man and notes issued by a government, that the former comes back and must be paid, but that the latter need not come back and can be kept afloat forever by simple governmental command, thus becoming that blessed thing—worshiped widely, not many years since, in our own country—"fiat money."
 * p. 168-169

 * This whole theory [of John Law and Jean Terrasson], as dear to French financial schemers in the eighteenth century as to American "Greenbackers" in the nineteenth, had resulted, under the Orleans Regency and Louis XV, in ruin to France financially and morally, had culminated in the utter destruction of all prosperity, the rooting out of great numbers of the most important industries, and the grinding down of the working people even to starvation.
 * p. 169-170

 * Never was there a more perfect demonstration of the truth asserted by Daniel Webster, that, of all contrivances for defrauding the working people of a country, arbitrary issues of paper money are the most effective.
 * p. 170

 * Turgot's attempt... showed how the results that had followed Law's issues of paper money must follow all such issues. As regards currency inflation, Turgot saw that the issue of paper money beyond the point where it is convertible into coin is the beginning of disaster—that a standard of value must have value, just as a standard of length must have length, or a standard of capacity, capacity, or a standard of weight, weight. He showed that if a larger amount of the circulating medium is issued than is called for by the business of the country, it will begin to be discredited, and that paper, if its issue be not controlled by its relation to some real standard of value, inevitably depreciates no matter what stamp it bears. Turgot developed his argument [on currency inflation] with a depth, strength, clearness, and breadth, which have amazed every dispassionate reader from that day to this. It still remains one of the best presentations of this subject ever made; and what adds to our wonder is that it was not the result of a study of authorities, but was worked out wholly from his own observation and thought. Up to this time there were no authorities and no received doctrine on the subject; there were simply records of financial practice more or less vicious; it was reserved for this young student, in a letter not intended for publication, to lay down for the first time the great law in which the modern world, after all its puzzling and costly experiences, has found safety.
 * p. 170-171

 * Refusing to heed his argument the French people had again to be punished more severely than in John Law's time: the over-issue of assignats and mandats during the Revolution came forty years after his warning; and paper money inflation was again paid for by widespread bankruptcy and ruin.
 * Footnote - For a short account of the Assignats and Mandats of the French Revolution, see Fiat Money Inflation in France, How it Came, What it Brought, and How it Ended by Andrew D. White (New York: D. Appleton & Co. 1896).
 * p. 171

 * For similar folly, our own country, in the transition from the colonial period, also paid a fearful price; and from a like catastrophe the United States has been twice saved in our time by the arguments formulated by Turgot.
 * Footnote - The very remarkable speeches of Mr. Garfield, afterward President of the United States, which had so great an influence on the settlement of the inflation question throughout the Union, were on the main lines laid down in Turgot's letter
 * p. 171

Autobiography of Andrew Dickson White, Vol. 2 (1922)
Autobiography of Andrew Dickson White, Vol.2

 * Persons who clamor for governmental control of American railways should visit Germany, and above all Russia, to see how such control results. In Germany its defects are evident enough; people are made to travel in carriages which our main lines would not think of using, and with a lack of conveniences which with us would provoke a revolt; but the most amazing thing about this administration in Russia is to see how, after all this vast expenditure, the whole atmosphere of the country seems to paralyze energy.
 * p. 6

 * A change had indeed been brought by the emancipation of the serfs, but there was little outward sign of it. The muzhik remained, to all appearance, what he was before: in fact, as our train drew into St. Petersburg, the peasants, with their sheepskin caftans, cropped hair, and stupid faces, brought back the old impressions so vividly that I seemed not to have been absent a week. The old atmosphere of repression was evident everywhere. I had begun my experience of it under Nicholas I, had seen a more liberal policy under Alexander II, but now found a recurrence of reaction, and everywhere a pressure which deadened all efforts at initiating a better condition of things.
 * p. 7

 * I was... told by a person who had known him [future Emperor Nicholas II] intimately from his childhood, that, though courteous, his main characteristic was an absolute indifference to most persons and things about him, and that he never showed a spark of ambition of any sort. This was confirmed by what I afterward saw of him at court. He seemed to stand about listlessly, speaking in a good-natured way to this or that person when it was easier than not to do so; but on the whole, indifferent to all which went on about him. After his accession to the throne, one of the best judges in Europe, who had many opportunities to observe him closely, said to me, "He knows nothing of his empire or of his people; he never goes out of his house, if he can help it." This explains in some degree the insufficiency of his program for the Peace Conference at The Hague and for the Japanese War, which, as I revise these lines, is bringing fearful disaster and disgrace upon Russia.
 * p. 10

 * The British ambassador was Sir Robert Morier. He too was a strong character, though lacking apparently in some of General [der Infanterie] von Schweinitz's more kindly qualities. He was big, roughish, and at times so brusque that he might almost be called brutal. When bullying was needed it was generally understood that he could do it con amore.
 * p. 13

 * The British representative was an ambassador, and had a spacious, suitable, and well-furnished house in which he could entertain fitly and largely, and to which the highest Russian officials thought it an honor to be invited. The American representatives were simply ministers; from time immemorial had never had such a house; had generally no adequate place for entertaining; had to live in apartments such as they might happen to find vacant in various parts of the town—sometimes in very poor quarters, sometimes in better; were obliged to furnish them at their own expense; had, therefore, never been able to obtain a tithe of that social influence, so powerful in Russia, which was exercised by the British Embassy.
 * p. 19

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AFLAC quotes
I have moved the quotes attributed to "An AFLAC insurance TV advertisement." because that's not sufficient to consider the quotes sourced. Some further information about the year(s) that those ads aired would be the least that would be required (it's very hard to hunt down sources for commercials). —LrdChaos (talk) 14:24, 22 September 2006 (UTC)

Repeated Quote?
there is, "What? Right Now?" and "Right Now?" as separate quotes, is this a mistake or are they different quotes.

Not verbatim
When asked what made a good manager, he said "good players". I have doubts about the "90% of putts". "Nostalgia" is wrong. The right quote is below and is "future". "If you don't know where you are going, you may not get there." Some other quotes look suspicious. Reference: "The Yogi Berra book" by himself.

The "surprise me" quote comes originally from Bob Hope on his deathbed and not from Yogi. Seems this Yogi guy gets credited for all kinds of quotes ;-)

--"As he himself is said to have put it, referring to the numerous "Yogiisms" floating around: 'I didn't really say everything I said.'"

This page is really more a collection of yogiisms than verified quotes, not that I'm complaining.

No one goes there any more; it's too crowded.
The quote about it being crowded is under both the sourced and Unsourced headings. 125.237.171.210 05:14, 18 December 2010 (UTC)

Yogi was talking about (celebrity-rich) Elaine's restaurant in NYC. "Nobody goes to Elaine's anymore, it's too crowded."24.146.168.81 23:18, 12 November 2011 (UTC)

Progress
"Progress may have been a good thing once, but it just went on too long." Attributed to Yogi Berra by one Richard Hull on the http://www.fusor.net/ Forum. --BjKa (talk) 12:23, 1 February 2016 (UTC)
 * This is probably a misattribution, as it can be traced at least to Ogden Nash, 1959 according to http://quoteinvestigator.com/2011/04/02/progress-too-long/ --BjKa (talk) 12:30, 1 February 2016 (UTC)

title: Talk:Yogi Berra