Max:
Hey.
[stuttering]
Max:
He, he, he fell on the cab. He fell, he fell from up there on the motherfucking 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:
Okay, look, here's the deal. Man, you were gonna drive me around tonight, never be the wiser, but El Gordo got in front of a window, did his high dive, we're into Plan B. Still breathing? Now we gotta make the best of it, improvise, adapt to the environment, Darwin, shit happens, I Ching, whatever man, we gotta roll with it.
Max:
I Ching? What are you talking about, man? You threw a man out of a window.
Vincent:
I didn't throw him. He *fell*
Max:
Well what did he do to you?
Vincent:
What?
Max:
What did he do to *you*?
Vincent:
Nothing. I only met him tonight.
Max:
You just met him once and you killed him like that?
Vincent:
What? I should only kill people after I get to know them?


[first lines]
Vincent:
You OK?
Airport Man:
Yeah, I'm fine mate, don't worry about it.


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.


[last lines]
Vincent:
Guy gets on the subway and dies. Think anybody'll notice?


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


Traffic Cop #2:
Hey, is this blood up here on your windshield?
Max:
Yeah, uh, yeah. I hit a deer.
Traffic Cop #1:
You hit a deer?
Max:
Yeah, over on, uh, it was on Slauson.
Traffic Cop #1:
A South Central deer?


Fanning:
[cops are in alley outside Ramon's apartment] Ramon went through that window... splat. Glass here, then tires rolled over it.
Richard Weidner:
Maybe he jumped.
Fanning:
Sure... he's depressed so he jumps four stories out of a window onto his head. "Wow, that feels better." Picks himself up. "Now I think I'll go on with the rest of my day."


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 fuck outta my face, you jive motherfucker, and take your silly bitch with you."


Pedrosa:
What's up? Why do you want to know about our case?
Fanning:
Any unusual activity tonight?
Pedrosa:
Like what?
Fanning:
That relates to a series of murders in Wilshire Central or West Hollywood?
Pedrosa:
All quiet on the western front. Various people are asleep. Various people are awake. They come and go in cars, pickups, taxis. Other than that, we watch the air move.


Felix:
Do you believe in Santa Claus?
Max:
No.
Felix:
Nor do I. Nor do I, but my children do. They are still small. But do you know who they like even better than Santa Claus? His helper, Pedro el Negro. Black Peter. There's an old Mexican tale that tells of how Santa Claus got so very busy looking out for the good children that he had to hire some help to look out for the bad children. So he hired Pedro. And Santa Claus gave him a list with all the names of all the bad children. And Pedro would come every night to check them out. And the people, the little kids that were misbehaving, that were not saying their prayers, Pedro would leave a little toy donkey on their window. A little burro. And he would come back, and if the children were still misbehaving, Pedro would take them away, and nobody would ever see them again. Now, if I am being Santa Claus, and you are Pedro, how do you think jolly Santa Claus would feel if one day Pedro came into his office and said, 'I lost the list.' How fucking furious do you think he will get?
Max:
I think...I think you should tell the guy standing behind me to put his gun away.
Felix:
What?
Max:
I said, I think you should tell him to put the gun down before I rip it out of his hand and beat his bitch-ass to death with it.