The Driver Quotes

The Detective: Nice Place. Terrific view. Wow.

The Player: You didn't come up here to tell me that.

The Detective: You saw the man in the car. And you saw the man against the brick wall. And you know it's the same man. Yet you didn't identify him. Are you afraid of him?

The Player: No.

The Detective: Are you afraid of me?

The Player: No. I just don't like you.

Blue Mask: [the Driver and two robbers are divvying up a pile of loot after a robbery and a wild car chase] You sure none of those people got a good look at you?

Green Mask: See, we wanna keep you healthy for the next time.

The Driver: There isn't gonna be a next time. You were late.

[takes his share of the money and walks away]

The Detective: A friend of yours told me where to find you in the middle of the day.

The Driver: I don't have any friends.

The Detective: That's right. No friends. No steady job. No girlfriend. You live real cheap, you never ask any questions... boy, you got it down real tight. So tight that there's no room for anything else. And that's a real sad song. Only trouble is, eh, sad songs ain't sellin' this year. Maybe I'm your friend.

The Detective: I really like chasing you.

The Driver: Sounds like you got a problem.

The Detective: Well, well, here's my new man. How do you like it here so far?

Red Plainclothesman: Just great.

The Detective: Let's get something straight right now. I don't like new men. They make mistakes.

Red Plainclothesman: Well, I haven't made any yet.

The Detective: Yeah, yeah. You're new. That's a mistake. And you talk too much... that's a mistake. That's the first thing you can learn. When you're talking, you're not thinking. Never talk... unless you have to.

Teeth: How do we know you're that good?

The Driver: Get in.

The Driver: [after methodically destroying a Mercedes-Benz for his "audition"] Better get new plates if you plan on taking it out again. People might be looking for it.

Glasses: You're crazy.

The Driver: [setting up a deal to drive] My price is double.

Glasses: Aw c'mon... that's 30% of the take!

The Driver: My price... for working with second-raters.

Glasses: We'll make you a deal.

The Driver: One more thing...

[looks at Teeth]

The Driver: *You're* not coming.

Teeth: [to Glasses] I don't like that.

The Driver: That's the whole idea.

[walks out]

The Detective: Planning on looking for work soon?

The Driver: My line of work is kind of hard to come by.

The Detective: It depends on where you look.

The Driver: It depends on who you are.

The Detective: I dunno. Some of the criminal types these days, they, eh, think that they're real cowboys. Think they can just, eh, drive around...do whatever they wanna do...whenever they wanna do it.

[chuckles]

The Detective: I respect a man who's good at what he does. I'll tell you something else: I'm *very* good at what I do.

The Detective: [the Driver has just been caught redhanded retrieving the money bag from the train station locker.] Caught ya.

The Detective: [the Driver hands the bag to the Detective, who smilingly opens it. His smile disappears: it's empty.] What happened?

The Driver: Looks like we both got swindled.

The Detective: Looks like we both got ripped off. By the Exchange Man.

The Driver: Lotta crooks around these days.

[walks away.]

The Detective: Today's your lucky day. I'm feeling generous. I'm gonna give you a choice. You and your boys can do one more job. A bank, a nice big one, for free. You're just going to hire a new driver, that's all. A good one.

Glasses: I don't work with cops.

The Detective: Oh, gosh. I wish you hadn't said that.

[punches Glasses]

The Detective: How old are you? Twenty-two. I did a little checking.

The Player: What else did you check?

The Detective: Well, a girl as young as yourself, you sure have been around the track a few times, honey. Led a real active life.

The Player: Get out!

The Detective: No. We're going to do a little business, you and I.

[shows her a photo of The Driver]

The Detective: Look at it! Are you sure it's not him?

The Player: It's not him.

The Detective: Oh, really? Maybe you should be afraid of me. I ran a make on you.

[smiles]

The Detective: You're clean. No problem. Of course, there *was* that one little scrape. Remember? The kinda nasty one? The one that got swept under the rug? Now when your memory improves, honey, give me a call.

[leaves]

Glasses: [pulls a gun on The Driver] Can't get over the mistake you made. You've been set up, you know.

The Driver: By a cop.

Glasses: That's right. He's waiting for you right now at the wrong place. Me and my buddy don't wanna show up. You two hot-shots have both been set up, haven't you? You know what always amazed me about you? A guy with your attitude - never carries a gun. That's stupid... very stupid.

[the Driver suddenly whips out his own gun and shoots Glasses dead]

The Detective: Now, about last night... oh, I forgot.

[chuckles]

The Detective: Your memory's not too good about last night.

The Driver: I remember everything.

The Detective: Alone in your room.

The Driver: Yeah.

The Detective: You can do better than that.

The Driver: I don't have to.

[the Detective dumps a full cup of hot coffee in The Driver's lap; reacting to the pain, he jumps up into a fighting stance]

The Detective: Go ahead, throw it! It'll cost ya two years.

[Goads The Driver by offering his chin]

The Detective: You wanna throw it, go on! Go on! *Go on.* Now, you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna catch the cowboy that's never been caught - cowboy desperado. Now get outta here.

The Detective: [reacting sarcastically to her sullen response as she opened the door] I guess that means I can come in.

[enters, looks around]

The Detective: Nice place.

[walks toward picture window]

The Detective: Terrific view. Hah.

The Player: You didn't come here to tell me that.

The Detective: [getting to the point] You saw the man who was driving the car, and you saw the man up against the brick wall, and you know it is the same man, yet you didn't identify him. Are you afraid of him?

The Player: No.

The Detective: Are you afraid of me?

The Player: [slowly turns around] No.

[looks at him disdainfully]

The Player: I just don't like you.

The Detective: Hmm. You had a reason?

[the Driver, hiding in next room, overhears]

The Detective: [deeply pensive, mocking] Must be because I'm such a good cop. How old are you?

[she doesn't respond]

The Detective: Twenty-two. I did a little checking.

The Player: [inwardly wincing] What else did you check?

The Detective: Well, a young girl like yourself, you sure have been around the tracks a few times, honey. Gmph! Led a real active life.

The Player: [had been keeping herself in check for a long time] Get out!

The Detective: No. We're gonna do a little business, you and I.

[retrieves a photograph of The Driver from inside jacket pocket, tapping it menacingly as he waves it at her]

The Detective: Look at it!

[she turns her head slowly]

The Detective: You sure that is not him?

The Player: It's not him.

The Detective: Really? Maybe you ought to be afraid of me.

[stuffs photo back in pocket, then leans forward confidentially, grinning]

The Detective: I ran a make on you. You're clean, no problem.

[circles her]

The Detective: Course there was that one little scrape. You remember? That kinda nasty one?

[very coldly]

The Detective: The one that got swept under the rug?

[letting that sink in]

The Detective: Now, when your memory improves, honey, give me a call.

[walks out, as she gives a cold sardonic smile to herself]

Teeth: [Teeth unexpectedly shows up on the stairway outside The Driver's apartment] I just want to talk. We need you. You're valuable.

The Driver: I already gave you an answer.

Teeth: [pulls a gun] Well, we don't like that answer. Be friendly. Do things our way.

The Driver: Go ahead and pull the trigger.

[Teeth hesitates; Driver punches him in the face, he tumbles down one flight of stairs]

Teeth: You... you do anything else, I'll come back, I'll kill you.

[Driver wallops him again, sending Teeth down a second flight of stairs]

Teeth: [groggy, bleeding slightly] I'm just trying to do my job.

The Driver: So am I. Go home.

Teeth: I just wanted to talk.

The Driver: You did.

[Teeth leaves]

The Driver: [the bank-robber gang pull into a parking garage where The Driver is waiting; the two drivers acknowledge each other] How've you been?

Fingers: I'm okay.

Glasses: You two know each other?

Fingers: A couple of years ago we worked a two-car job.

The Driver: You already have a driver.

Teeth: He doesn't have the balls for driving anymore.

[Fingers looks hurt]

Glasses: You work for a piece, right?

The Driver: Ten thousand up front, against fifteen percent.

Teeth: How do we know you're that good?

The Driver: Get in.

Glasses: Let's talk.

The Detective: Go right ahead.

Glasses: We're having a very big problem with your boy. He's not too thrilled about working with us.

The Detective: I can understand that.

Glasses: [boiling with frustration] Look, I'm doing the best I can, you know? I mean, I don't know what to do.

The Detective: [smiles] You know what to do. You just did it. You came here and asked me to save your ass. That's just what I'm gonna do. Save your ass.