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[about Vincent] Definitely not from around here.

[after seeing the guy fall on his cab's roof] My man, you all right?

[right before he crashes the cab, to Vincent] Go **** yourself.

I'm not Vincent, my name is Max! I'm a goddamn cab driver!

If I'm wrong you get an apology, I already used up my free ride for tonight.

Daniel: I mean, everybody and their momma knew you don't just come up and talk to Miles Davis. I mean, he may have looked like he was chilling, but he was absorbed. This one hip couple, one of them tried to shake his hand one day. And the guy says, "Hi, my name is..." Miles said, "Get the **** outta my face, you jive mother****er, and take your silly bitch with you."

Traffic Cop: Hey, man, what did you do, have a food fight in here?

Max: What's with you?
Vincent: As in?
Max: As in if somebody had a gun to your head and said: "You gotta tell me what's going on with this person over here or I'm gonna kill you. What is driving him? What was he thinking?" You know, you couldn't do it, could you, because... They'd have to kill your ass because you don't know what anyone else is thinking. I think you're low, my brother. Way low. Like, what were you? One of those institutionalized raised guys? Anyone home? The standard parts that are supposed to be there in people, in you... aren't. ... And why haven't you killed me yet?
Vincent: Of all the cabbies in L.A. I get Max: Sigmund Freud meets Dr. Ruth.

Max: How do you like being a lawyer?
Annie: What are you, psychic?
Max: Little bit. There's the dark pin-stripe suit, elegant, not too flashy, that rules out advertising, plus a top-drawer briefcase that you live out of. And the purse. A Bottega. Anyway, a man gets in my cab with a sword, I figure he's a sushi chef. You: Clarence Darrow.

Annie: Well, how many cabbies do you know get you into an argument to save you money?
Max: If there were two of us I'd have to kill the other one. I don't like competition.

Vincent: What's your name?
Max: Max.
Vincent: Max. I'm Vincent.
Max: First time in L.A.?
Vincent: No. Tell you the truth, whenever I'm here I can't wait to leave. It's too sprawled out, disconnected. You know? That's me. You like it?
Max: It's my home.
Vincent: 17 million people. This is got to be the fifth biggest economy in the world and nobody knows each other. I read about this guy who gets on the MTA here, dies.
Max: Oh.
Vincent: Six hours he's riding the subway before anybody notices his corpse doing laps around L.A., people on and off sitting next to him. Nobody notices.

Max: Hey. He, he, he fell on the cab. He fell, he fell from up there on the mother****ing cab. Shit. I think he's dead.
Vincent: Good guess.
Max: You killed him?
Vincent: No, I shot him. Bullets and the fall killed him.

Max: I can't drive you around while you're killing folks. It ain't my job!
Vincent: Tonight it is.

Vincent: [after Vincent and Max load a corpse into the cab's trunk] Let's go.
Max: Hey, why don't you just take the cab?
Vincent: Take the cab?
Max: Yeah, you take it. I'll - I'll chill. I'll - I'll just chill. They don't even know who's driving these things half the time anyway. They never check or anything. Okay... so... just - just take it. You, me...
Vincent: You promise not to tell anybody right?
Max: Yeah... yeah... yeah... Promise.
Vincent: Get in the ****ing car.

Vincent: Lady Macbeth. Leave the seats. The light's green. We're sitting here.
[A car horn honks behind Max. The car whips around them to get through the intersection]
Max: Asshole!
Vincent: You no longer have the cleanest cab in La-La Land. You gotta live with that. Focus on the job. Drive.