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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: Thank God for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk.

TRAVIS: I think someone should just take this city and just...just flush it down the fuckin' toilet.

CAB DISPATCHER: How's your driving record? Clean?
TRAVIS: Clean. Just like my conscience.

TRAVIS: Someday a real rain will come and wipe this scum off the streets.

TRAVIS: 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.

TRAVIS: 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: We meet at a crossroads in history. No longer will the wrong roads be taken.

BETSY: Taking me to a place like this is about as exciting as saying to me "Let's fuck."

THE TERMINATOR: I need your clothes, boots and your motorcycle!

THE TERMINATOR: What's the dog's name?
JOHN: Max.
THE TERMINATOR: Hey Janelle, what's wrong with Wolfie? I can hear him barking? Is he alright?
JANELLE: Wolfie's fine, honey. Wolfie's just fine. Where are you?
THE TERMINATOR: Your foster parents are dead.

THE TERMINATOR: The Skynet Funding Bill is passed. The system goes on-line August 4th, 1997. Human decisions are removed from strategic defense. Skynet begins to learn at a geometric rate. It becomes self-aware at 2:14 a.m. Eastern time, August 29th. In a panic, they try to pull the plug.
SARAH: And Skynet fights back.

THE TERMINATOR: Hasta la vista, baby!

THE TERMINATOR: It's in your nature to destroy yourselves.

MIKE: Police?
SARAH: How many?
JOHN: Uh, all of them, I think.

THE TERMINATOR: Stay here, I'll be back!

RENTON: Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose a future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?

ALLISON: That beats any meat injection. That beats any fucking cock in the world.

RENTON: Swanney taught us to adore and respect the national health service. For it was the source of much of our gear. We stole drugs. We stole prescriptions or bought them, sold them, swapped them, forged them, photocopied them. Or traded drugs with cancer victims, alcoholics, old-age pensioners, AIDS patients, epileptics, and bored housewives.

INTERVIEWER: Mr. Murphy, what attracts you to the leisure industry?
SPUD: In a word: pleasure. It's like, my pleasure in other people's leisure.

RENTON: Thank you, your honor. With God's help I'll conquer this terrible affliction.

DIANE: Do you find that this approach usually works? Or let me guess, you've never tried it before. In fact, you don't normally approach girls - am I right? The truth is that you're a quiet sensitive type but, if I'm prepared to take a chance, I might just get to know the inner you: witty, adventurous, passionate, loving, loyal. Taxi! A little bit crazy, a little bit bad. But hey - don't us girls just love that?

RENTON: Phew! I haven't felt that good since Archie Gemmill scored against Holland in 1978!

RENTON: Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

THE TERMINATOR: Your clothes, give them to me.

KYLE: Come with me if you want to live!

SARAH CONNOR: Hey, I'm not stupid y'know. They can't build anything like that yet.
KYLE: No. Not yet. Not for about forty years.
SARAH CONNOR: So, it's from the future, is that right?
KYLE: One possible future. From your point of view.

KYLE: You still don't get it, do you? He'll find her. That's what he does. That's all he does! You can't stop him! He'll wade through you, reach down her throat, and pull her fucking heart out!

PAWN SHOP CLERK: You can't do that!
THE TERMINATOR: Wrong!

KYLE: Pain can be controlled, you just disconnect it.

KYLE: Listen! And understand! That terminator is out there. It can't be bargained with! It can't be reasoned with! It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead!

DR. SILBERMANN: How are you supposed to get back?
KYLE: I can't. Nobody gets home. Nobody else comes through. It's just him - and me.

THE TERMINATOR: I'll be back!

KYLE: John Connor gave me a picture of you once. I didn't know why at the time. It was very old, torn, faded. You were young like you are now. You seemed just a little sad. I used to always wonder what you were thinking at that momnet. I memorised every line, every curve. I came across time for you Sarah, I love you, I always have.

SARAH CONNOR: You're terminated, fucker.

ATTICUS: You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... 'til you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.

ATTICUS: There's a lot of ugly things in this world, son. I wish I could keep 'em all away from you. That's never possible.

JEM: Atticus says cheating a black man is ten times worse than cheating a white.

JEM: Well, judgin' from his tracks, he's about six and a half feet tall. He eats raw squirrels and all the cats he can catch. There's a long, jagged scar that runs all the way across his face. His teeth are yella and rotten. His eyes are popped. And he drools most of the time.

ATTICUS: I remember when my daddy gave me that gun. He told me that I should never point it at anything in the house. And that he'd rather I'd shoot at tin cans in the backyard, but he said that sooner or later he supposed the temptation to go after birds would be too much, and that I could shoot all the blue jays I wanted, if I could hit 'em, but to remember it was a sin to kill a mockingbird. Well, I reckon because mockingbirds don't do anything but make music for us to enjoy. They don't eat people's gardens, don't nest in the corncrib, they don't do one thing but just sing their hearts out for us.

TOM ROBINSON: Looks like she didn't have nobody to help her. I felt right sorry for her. She seemed...
LAWYER: You felt sorry for her? A white woman? You felt sorry for her?

SHERIFF TATE: I may not be much Mr. Finch, but I'm still sheriff of Macomb County. And Bob Ewell fell on his knife. Good night sir.