Drive (I) (2011)
Driver: [on the phone with Irene] Can I talk to you? I won't keep you long. I have to go somewhere and I don't think I can come back. But I just wanted you to know. Getting to be around you and Benicio was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Driver: [on phone] There's a hundred-thousand streets in this city. You don't need to know the route. You give me a time and a place, I give you a five minute window. Anything happens in that five minutes and I'm yours. No matter what. Anything happens a minute either side of that and you're on your own. Do you understand?
Driver: Good. And you won't be able to reach me on this phone again.
Bearded Redneck: You're Shannon's buddy right? We met last year. You drove me and my brother back from Palm Springs. We hired another wheelman. I spent six months in jail. My brother, he got himself killed. I got this sweet job coming up.
Driver: How 'bout this. You shut your mouth. Or I'll kick your teeth down your throat and I'll shut it for you.
Bearded Redneck: Nice seein' you again.
Driver: [to Bernie] You know the story about the scorpion and the frog? Your friend Nino didn't make it across the river.
Driver: If I drive for you, you get your money. You tell me where we start, where we're going, where we're going afterwards. I give you five minutes when we get there. Anything happens in that five minutes and I'm yours. No matter what. Anything a minute on either side of that and you're on your own. I don't sit in while you're running it down. I don't carry a gun. I drive.
Cook: You look like you're hard to work with.
Driver: [watching a cartoon] Is he a bad guy?
Driver: How can you tell?
Benicio: Because he's a shark.
Driver: There's no good sharks?
[after slapping Blanche and holding her down]
Driver: Now, you just got a little boy's father killed. And you almost got us killed. And now you're lying to me. So how about this? From now on, every word out of your mouth is the truth. Or I'm going to hurt you.
Nino: Fuck you eating chink food in my fucking restaurant?
Bernie Rose: What's a Jew doing running a pizzeria?
Standard: Do you want to hear how mommy and me met?
Standard: Yeah? Okay. We were at a party. And she was nineteen years old.
Standard: You weren't seventeen.
Irene: I was.
Standard: Wow. So it was illegal.
Standard: All right. So I illegally walked over to a seventeen year old girl. And I walk up and I say, "Hello, Miss. What is your name?" And she didn't say anything. And then I said, "Well my name is Standard Gabriel." Then what did you say?
Irene: I said, "Where's the deluxe version?"
Shannon: [to Driver] A lot of guys mess around with married women, but you're the only one I know who robs a joint just to pay back the husband. Crazy.
Shannon: Kid, I want you to meet Mr. Bernie Rose!
Bernie Rose: Nice to meet you.
[Bernie sticks out his hand to shake; Driver does not take it]
Driver: My hands are a little dirty.
Bernie Rose: So are mine.
Driver: I don't have wheels on my car.
Irene: [laughing] Okay.
Driver: It's one thing you should know about me.
Shannon: You two know each other?
Driver: [smiling while walking by] Don't.
Shannon: [excited] Oh, look at that!
Irene: We're neighbors.
Shannon: Neighbors? Very good. Well, we'll try to be neighborly too.
Nino: You paid three-hundred fucking grand for this piece of shit?
Bernie Rose: I paid for it - out of my own pocket. This is just the shell; it's the inside that counts, not the outside, right Shannon?
Shannon: You are correct, sir.
Nino: Fuck that shit; I pay three-hundred for something, I want everybody to fucking see it!
Bernie Rose: Of course you do.
Nino: [Nino sees an collectible car] Now this... that is one motherfucking, fine-ass, pussy-mobile, motha-fucka'! Damn!
Bernie Rose: Shannon, sell him the car.
Shannon: He wouldn't be able to find pussy in a whore house...
Shannon: [Shannon begins hobbling over to Nino] You know what? This car will even make you good-looking.
Nino: I'm already good-looking, pal.
Shannon: [to Driver] You look like a zombie, kid. You getting any sleep? Can I offer you some benzedrine, dexedrine, caffeine, nicotine? Oh, you don't smoke. That's right. Better off.
Bernie Rose: Did Shannon ever tell you how we met?
Bernie Rose: I used to produce movies. In the 80s. Kind of like action films. Sexy stuff. One critic called them European. I thought they were shit. Anyway, he arranged all the cars for me. Did all the stunts. I liked him. I liked having him around. Even though he overcharged the shit out of me. His next business venture, he got involved with some of Nino's friends. They didn't go for the overcharging bit. They broke his pelvis. He's never had a lot of luck. The reason I'm telling you this is that he has a lot invested in you. And so do I. So anything you need, you call me. We're a team now.
Bernie Rose: I'm excited!
[yelling across the garage]
Bernie Rose: Nino, let's get the fuck out of here!
Irene: [as music blares from her apartment] Sorry about the noise.
Driver: I was going to call the cops.
Irene: I wish you would.
Driver: What is it you got there? Can I see?
[Benicio hands Driver a bullet]
Driver: One of those men gave you that?
Benicio: They told me not to lose it.
Driver: You want me to keep that for you?
Bernie Rose: Here's what I'm prepared to offer. You give me the money, the girl is safe. Forever. Nobody knows about her. She's off the map. I can't offer you the same. So, this is what I would suggest. We conclude our deal. We'll shake hands. You start the rest of your life. Any dreams you have, or plans, or hopes for your future... I think you're going to have to put that on hold. For the rest of your life you're going to be looking over your shoulder. I'm just telling you this because I want you to know the truth. But the girl is safe.
Bernie Rose: My partner is a belligerent asshole with his back up against a wall, and now, so am I.
Irene: [referring to a photo] That's Benicio's father
Driver: Where is he?
Irene: He's in prison.
Irene: What do you do?
Driver: I drive.
Irene: Like a limo driver?
Driver: No, like, for movies.
Irene: Oh. You mean all the car chases and stuff?
Irene: Isn't that dangerous?
Driver: It's only part-time. Mostly I work at a garage.
Nino: Take a fucking hike. I want to talk to my partner.
Nino: I'm just fucking with you. How you doing, Shannon? How's the fucking leg?
Shannon: I paid my debt.
Standard: You know, we're here celebrating but it's a shameful thing... what I did. And I have a lot of making up to do to everyone. But second chances are rare. Right? And that's worth celebrating.
Driver: You get out of here and you never fucking come back. You never come back.
Shannon: What are you going to do?
Shannon: He wouldn't be able to find pussy in a whore house.
Bernie Rose: What do you got that the big professional race teams don't?
Shannon: I got the driver.
Bernie Rose: You just told me they had half a dozen drivers.
Shannon: Not like this. This kid is special. I've been working with him for a while. I've never seen anything like it. If I had the money, I'd back him myself.
Bernie Rose: Yeah, but you don't have the money.
Shannon: Mr. Rose, you put this kid behind the wheel, there's nothing he can't do.
Shannon: [about Driver] You know, he walked into my shop here about five or six years ago. Right out of the blue. Asking for a job. So I put him to the test to see what he could do. The kid's amazing.
Shannon: So I hired him on the spot. Boom.
Shannon: At about half the wages I normally pay. He didn't blink an eye.
Shannon: Hey kid, come over here for a second, will you?
[back to Irene]
Shannon: And I have been exploiting him ever since.
Shannon: Don't tell him.
Bernie Rose: [snaps] You didn't tell me you were ripping off the family
Nino: [snaps back] FAMILY... What family? The same family that calls me kike to my face
Nino: TO MY FACE! I'm fifty nine years old and they still keep pinching my cheeks like I'm a child!