Baby Driver 2017 quotes

We've met before, right?

Bats

I don't know. You're still alive, right?

Uh huh.

Bats

Then I guess we ain't ever met.

Bats

The **** is this mask?

Austin Powers.

Doc said Michael Myers!

This is Mike Myers!

Bats

This should be the Halloween mask!

This is a Halloween mask!

Bats

No, the killer dude from Halloween!

Oh, you mean Jason.

Eddie & Bats

No!

Doc

We are twenty-four hours from being descended upon by this entire city.

Bats

Those pigs are in hog heaven. The only way they can I.D. us is with a Ouija board or some shit.

Doc

Well, your name only takes four letters to spell out.

Bats

Doc, "Bats" ain't my real **** name!

Doc

It's over, "Leon." Get out of town.

What's his deal?

Doc

Oh, Baby? Full cut, same as everyone.

No, Doc. I mean, is he, uh, ****?

Doc

"****" means slow. Was he slow?

No.

Doc

Then he don't sound **** to me. He's a good kid and a devil behind the wheel. What the hell else more do you need to know?

Buddy

Do me a favor. Next time Doc calls... Don't pick up.

Doc

Don't feed me any more lines from Monsters, Inc.! It pisses me off!

Doc

He's been boosting cars since he was old enough to see over the dash. He stole my Mercedes. Had a lot of merch in it. I watched him do it, too. I didn't stop him, though, because I was just blinded by the balls on that kid.

Doc

It's gonna take more than a cassette to get you two out of this, because the news is all bad. Well, there is some good news. The good news is you like driving, because you can't take your foot off the gas for the next twenty-five years.

Bats

Look, here's the deal. You rob to support a drug habit. I do drugs to support a robbery habit.

Buddy

Song is over, Baby. But I'm afraid you still have to face the music.

Bats

Tell me if I'm way off, Buddy: you were a stockbroker. Maybe a different wife, maybe kids. You stack your paper, but you say shit like, "work hard, play hard," but you play a little too hard. You rack up debt. The type of debt that would make a white man blush. Maybe you get into a little trouble. Maybe you get your hand caught in the corporate cookie jar. Maybe you leave and run off to the desert, maybe with your favorite lap dancer in tow. Maybe you disappear into a world consisting of three things: money, sex, drugs, and action. Oh, shit, that's four. Am I close?

Bats

What y'all gonna do? Belt out showtunes on the way to the job? You don't need a score for a score. You just put your **** foot on the gas and drive the goddamn car. That's all the music you need, folks.

Darling

You think you're the last word in crazy? You're not. And believe me when I tell you, you don't want to see my Buddy mad. You haven't seen how relentless he is. Because when he sees red, you will see nothing but black.

Darling

This shit is bananas, Doc. B-A-N-A-N-A-S.