The tale of a hapless group of cabbies and a rundown cab company owned by Harold. Albert comes to town with a dream of starting his own cab ...更多>
Dell: Why are women are so uptight? They've got half the money and all the pussy. Mr. Rhythm: Don't let your dick run your life. Tyrone: Where to? Angel of Death: I am the Angel of Death. Take me to hell. Tyrone: Got any luggage? Samson: Fool! Your fare is the only thing stopping me from breaking your face! Xavier: It's tough to be a man baby! Tyrone: Albert white bread, chicken shit, Hockenberry. Dell: I don't work January the 8th, 'cause it's Elvis' birthday. [imitates Elvis] Dell: Oh hunh-hunh! Samson: Shut up, Dell! Dell: Bruce Lee ain't dead you know. They got him frozen in carbonite down under Chatsworth. They're gonna melt him down as soon as the economy gets better. Samson: Why don't you get off the street and get a decent job? Hooker In Mr. T's Cab: Cause I need the bread! Samson: Then get a job at the bakery. Dell: Nobody ever goes in the army any more, except blacks. Someday one nigger's gonna wakeup and say, "We got the guns, mustard gas and the tanks. We run the army!" And they're going to take over the whole country and we'll be in with them already. We'll be token whites. Think about it. Dell: If I wanted responsibility I woulda been a damn sex surrogate! Buddy: [looking at male strippers] Those guys are faggots! FBI Chief: Did Albert ever discuss his political convictions with you? Dell: Albert don't have no political convictions. He's an American! Tyrone: [shouting in megaphone] You better come out now, you scumbags! Harold: Cops don't talk like that. Tyrone: They do to me. Tyrone: This is the same jug Abraham Lincoln used. One drink and he freed the slaves. And we ain't had a job since. Harold: [Just before dropping Mr. Bravo in to a swimming pool from a balcony] You know what you're problem is Bravo? You're so short, your brain is just too close to your asshole. Samson: Albert's just telling the truth. We're the worst company in town, and we know it!