Taxi Driver1976

Travis Bickle:
[looking in the mirror] Yeah. Huh? [draws] Huh? Huh? Faster than you, you f***in' son of a...I saw you comin', you f***. Sh*t-heel. [reholsters] I'm standin' here. You make the move. You make the move. It's your move. Huh? [draws gun from concealed forearm holster] Don't try it, you f***. [reholsters] You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? [turns around to look behind him] Well, then who the Hell else are you talking- You talking to me? Well, I'm the only one here. Who the f*** do you think you're talking to? Oh yeah? Huh? 'kay. [whips out his gun again] Huh? (Listen you f***ers, you screwheads. Here is a man who would not take it anymore. Who would not let- Listen you f***ers, you screwheads. Here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the c*nts, the dogs, the filth, the sh*t. Here is someone who stood up. Here is...) [draws his gun] You're dead.