Yo, homie. Is that my briefcase?

You attract attention, you're going to get people killed who didn't need to be.

I am a cool guy, with a job I contracted to do.

[after the nightclub shootout] Only thing that didn't show up is the Polish cavalry.

Don't get me cornered. You don't have the trunk space.

If you open that trunk, they go inside.

[after Max crashes the cab] Well, that was brilliant...

Max, I do this for a living!

Most people, ten years from now, same job, same place, same routine. Everything the same. Just keeping it safe over and over and over. Ten years from now. Man, you don't know where you'll be ten minutes from now . . .

[pulls a gun on Max] Red light, Max.

Get with it. Millions of galaxies of hundreds of millions of stars, and a speck on one in a blink. That's us, lost in space. The cop, you, me... Who notices?

[Mocking Max] "Someday, someday my dream will come?" One night you'll wake up and you'll discover it never happened. It's all turned around on you, and it never will. Suddenly you are old. It didn't happen, and it never will because you were never going to do it anyway. You'll push it into memory, then zone out in your barcalounger, being hypnotized by daytime TV for the rest of your life. Don't you talk to me about murder. All it ever took was a down payment on a Lincoln Town Car, and that girl... you can't even call that girl. What the fuck are you still doing driving a cab?

Guy gets on the subway and dies. Think anybody'll notice?

There's no good reason, there's no bad reason to live or to die.

[about Vincent] Definitely not from around here.