Não sou o maior fã do filme, nem está no meu Top 5 dos filmes de Martin Scorsese, mas Taxi Driver é Taxi Driver, um clássico cult, filme que marcou época. E com cópia restaurada, sessão que não daria para perder… afinal esse é Travis Bickle, o cara que convida uma loira estonteante ao cinema e escolhe um filme pornô sueco. “You talkin’ to me?”
Travis Bickle: [Travis is trying his guns on the mirror]
Huh? Huh?
[Draws]
Travis Bickle: Faster than you, fucking son of a…
Saw you coming you fucking… shitheel.
[Reholsters]
Travis Bickle: I’m standing here; you make the move.
You make the move. It’s your move…
[Draws]
Travis Bickle: Don’t try it you fuck.
[Reholsters]
Travis Bickle: You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me?
You talkin’ to me? 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? OK.
[Draws]
Iris: God, you’re square.
Travis Bickle: Hey, I’m not square, you’re the one
that’s square. You’re 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 pussy for peanuts? For some low-life pimp who stands
in the hall? And I’m square? You’re the one that’s square, man. I don’t go
screwing fuck with a bunch of killers and junkies like you do. You call that
bein’ hip? What world are you from?
Travis Bickle: You’re a young girl, you should be at home. You
should be dressed up, going out with boys, going to school, you know, that kind
of stuff.
Travis Bickle: I think someone should just take this city and
just… just flush it down the fuckin’ toilet.
Travis Bickle: The 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 one should become a person
like other people.
Personnel Officer: How’s your driving record? Clean?
Travis Bickle: It’s clean, real clean. Like my
conscience.
Travis Bickle: 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.
Wizard: Look at it this way. A man takes a job, you know? And that job – I mean,
like that – That becomes what he is. You know, like – You do a thing and that’s
what you are. Like I’ve been a cabbie for thirteen years. Ten years at night. I
still don’t own my own cab. You know why? Because I don’t want to. That must be
what I want. To be on the night shift drivin’ somebody else’s cab. You
understand? I mean, you become – You get a job, you become the job. One guy
lives in Brooklyn. One guy lives in Sutton Place. You got a lawyer. Another
guy’s a doctor. Another guy dies. Another guy gets well. People are born,
y’know? I envy you, your youth. Go on, get laid, get drunk. Do anything. You
got no choice, anyway. I mean, we’re all fucked. More or less, ya know.
Travis Bickle: I don’t know. That’s about the dumbest
thing I ever heard.
Wizard: It’s not Bertrand Russell. But what do
you want? I’m a cabbie. What do I know? I don’t even know what the fuck you’re
talking about.
Travis Bickle: Maybe I don’t know either.
Personnel Officer: So what is it? Why do you want to be a
taxi driver? Do you need a second job? Are you moonlighting?
Travis Bickle: I… I just want to work long hours. What’s moonlighting?
Travis Bickle: 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.
Passenger: [to Travis] You see that window with the light? The one closet
to the edge of the building? you know who lives there? Of course you don’t know
who lives there, but I’m saying “Do you know who lives there?” A
Nigger lives there, and that isn’t my apartment. My wife is in there and… I’m
gonna kill her.
[laughs]
Passenger: I’m gonna kill her with a .44 Magnum.