Cab Quotes

Cab Quotes by Harry Enfield, Agyness Deyn, Patrick Kane, Taryn Manning, Smriti Mandhana, Jay Mohr and many others.

I’ve had dinner with two Beatles and a Rolling Stone;I’ve saidhello‘ to Whitney Houston and shared a cab with Larry Adler.
Well, I suppose I’ve never really had a lifestyle that needs upkeep. I don’t get cabs; I’m on the Tube with my Oyster card.
It’s pretty funny, just driving by in a cab, and you see a huge billboard of yourself on the side of a hotel, like a 100-by-100 poster hanging up.
We wanted to write a whole song about partying and then taking Yellow Cabs home. That’s the weirdest topic we’ve ever thought of centering a song around.
I would suggest one to book a cab or take a bus from Birmingham and visit the coastline in Cornwall. Located in the southern part of the country, Cornwall has a coastline of over 400 miles.
You don’t really drive in cabs in L.A. unless you’re broke or homeless – or if you’re broke and driving the cab.
I recently had a few days off while shooting a movie in Budapest, so I took a cab from the set to the airport, looked at the departure board, and decided where I wanted to go right then and there. I spent four days in Rome and didn’t tell anyone I was going.
I’d rather be tipping cows in Tulsa, than hailing cabs here in New York.
Death Cab always gets right of first refusal on everything I write, but I tend to know early on. There’s a song that has yet to be released – it might come to light at some point in the near future – that when I was writing it, I was really proud of it lyrically.
Death Cab is a militantly analog band. We’ll continue moving forward with our sound, but there will be no crossover.
I’m a Londoner. Embankment. Big Ben. Cab drivers.
Astana is a government city, not a tourist city, but all you do is tour it. You tour it in the cab from the airport, passing the gleaming new English-language Nazarbayev University and then the new soccer stadium, speed-skating track, and ten-thousand-seat velodrome.
We got married drunk in Vegas . . . We dated for a year, and we got married at a drive-through chapel in a cab. [We thought] you have to go down to the courthouse and sign papers and stuff, so who knew? We were married, and apparently now that [Rob] is getting married for real, his lawyer dug up something.
I always think you can tell a lot about a person by how they talk to their cab driver.
You can go a hundred miles a second Don’t have to drive no lousy cab Got everything you want and more man And the King picks up the tab You walk around on streets of gold all day And you never have to listen To what these customers say and I know.
You’re at LaGuardia, and you get in a cab, and it’s taking you into Brooklyn, and you’re on the BQE, and you can see the skyline, the whole skyline, and it’s so beautiful.
Roarke “I’ll drop you.” Eve “No, better I catch a cab or take the underground. This guy sees me show up in a hot car with a fancy piece behind the wheel, he‘s not going to like me.” Roarke “You know how I love being referred. to as your fancy piece.” Eve “Sometimes you’re my love muffin.
From folk to tribal to Cab Calloway, Cole Porter, Gershwin to the Rolling Stones, whose first record was all covers, to country-western, bebop, blues, and even the referencing in classic hip hop to cliched love ballads of the ‘80s or whatever – that is kinda gone, and that’s just terrifying to me.
I’ll never forget the first moment I stepped on a Broadway stage. It was in Grease, and I knew it was momentous. My parents were there, and I got into a cab with them afterward and started crying.
If transportation technology was moving along as fast as microprocessor technology, then the day after tomorrow I would be able to get in a taxi cab and be in Tokyo in 30 seconds.
W. Daniel Hillis
Don’t let any man into your cab, your home, or your heart, unless he’s a friend of labor.
An empty cab drove up and Sarah Bernhardt got out.
If you look at a company like Uber, a company that so anti-establishment that cab companies are trying to find ways to shut it down, one could compare that to how Public Enemy and NWA went after then-modern society in hip hop.
In all my years of New York cab riding I have yet to find the colorful, philosophical cabdriver that keeps popping up on the late movies.
I’ve endured humiliating experiences trying to get a cab in the various cities I’ve visited and lived in. Available taxis – as indicated by their roof lightslocked their doors with embarrassingly loud clicks as I approached. Or they’ve just ignored my hail altogether.
L.A. is such a different place. I miss New York so much. I almost teared up when I came back and wanted a Guinness and realized I could drink it and take a cab home. I remembered that I could be a functional alcoholic in New York, like I used to be!
Football kickers are like taxi cabs. You can always go out and hire another one.
Buddy Ryan
I’ve been driving in the city for years because, as a stand-up in N.Y.C., you can perform at more comedy clubs a night if you have a car. Getting from club to club by subway is too slow at night and too expensive by cab. So, many comics live far out from Manhattan and drive in every night.
The marginal people on the trading desks, there’s no skill set. If they don’t trade derivatives, I don’t know what they can do. The next stop is driving a cab.
I found my first novel difficult. I don’t want to make it sound like it’s any more difficult than driving a cab or going to any other job, but there are so many opportunities for self-doubt, that you just kind of need to soldier on.
Back in the day, when we’d get into a town, I would go in the phone book and look up record stores. Then I’d take a bus or a cab and check them out.
I met Jason Donovan at RAK studios. He had jodphurs on and small riding boots as he jumped out of the cab. He looked just like me!
I leaned on him for support when I got out of the cab, and he just crumpled to the ground. That’s how we found out.
You can get in a cab in Vancouver and the 20-year-old driver speaks more knowingly of Michael Ovitz than anyone in the industry. They just know! And it’s perhaps not unhealthy.
While we’re waiting for a cab I’ll give you your lesson for today. Don’t listen to what your teachers tell ya, you know. Don’t pay attention. Just, just see what they look like and that’s how you’ll know what life is really gonna be like.
I can’t stop traffic on Fifth Avenue, not unless I walk in front of an oncoming cab.
I remember flying in, driving down 101 in a cab, and passing by all these tech companies like Yahoo! I remember thinking, ‘Maybe someday we’ll build a company. This probably isn’t it, but one day we will.’
I was still in school at the time and Cab was very popular and everybody was doing Cab Calloway so I did.
I was born in the back seat of a Yellow Cab in a hospital loading zone and with the meter still running. I emerged needing a shave and shouted ‘Time Square, and step on it!’
Manhattan cabs are born old.
I drove a cab. But all the girls I knew when I was young who had to work – there were rich girls – but the ones who had to work were waitresses. Because you could always get shifts in a restaurant.
I don’t have to really be in the 60s. Every time I hail a cab in New York, and they pass me by and pick up the white person, then I get a dose of it. Or when they don’t want to take you to Harlem. I grew up with that.
Here I am sitting in the back of a cab with Catherine Zeta-Jones who is telling me Michael Douglas has fond memories of me – it just makes me feel good as a human being.
How much for the bottle, put it on my tab. Hop out like a model all them foreign tags. Get so drunk and high, I will have to call a cab.
Accept people, don’t stereotype people. Don’t think because right now they’re driving a cab, they’re not going to have a master‘s degree or that they’re dumber than you.
I’ll tell ya, I don’t get no respect… The other day, I got back from a business trip. I got in a cab and said to the driver, “Hey! Take me to where the action is!” So ya know where he took me? He took me to my house!
The greatly anticipated 2009 Masters was like going to a Broadway hit and finding out that the star, Sir Tiger Woods, was off that night, and his replacement was the cab driver who dropped you off at the theater.
Maps help us in tracking our cabs – if they’re idle, headed for a booking, or in the midst of a trip. With custom systems built atop maps using available APIs, we are able to manage our inventory extremely well, predict ETAs for customers, and optimally allocate the nearest cab to a booking request.
I was just school class clown and that was it. Someday I’ll get a job as a cab driver or whatever.
I look around my neighborhood, and I see people hailing a cab or ordering their food and then paying for it all with their phone. I’ve read about that stuff for a really long time, and now it’s starting to become commonplace.
It’s probably similar to being in New York City and having a cab driver behind you and you’re driving too slow. It’s not the most pleasant thing.
Any time three New Yorkers get into a cab without an argument, a bank has just been robbed.
Luckily when you drive a cab there are two things: You don’t have a boss in the cab with you, and you are not facing the people that you are making money from.
Richard Price, who has made a fortune writing fake ghetto books, says he takes a cab into the ghetto, transcribes Black speech for a brief time and returns home. His fake ghetto books have bought him a townhouse in Gramercy Park and home on Staten Island.
I was dating a guy once who spoke rudely to a taxi driver. I got out of the cab and walked home. Treat people with respect. I’ve waited tables, and that’s why I just exceedingly overtip. It’s exhausting work.
When people say that entertainers should “know your place,” they might as well say the same thing about plumbers and teachers and cab drivers. We all should be able to express our views.
I guided my heap into the heart of Capitol Hill wondering for the first time in fourteen years what I could do to get money besides drive cabs or rob banks. Both occupations had their pros and cons. For instance, bank robbery isn’t quite as dangerous as cab driving, but it pays better.
I’m a real dumb-dumb in real life. I’m just book smart. But definitely not street smart. The other day I lost my jacket in a cab. And I’ll forget things every time I leave the house.
I’ve always been so confused about being a girl. Not in a Bruce Jenner way, just… there’s that expectation where you walk into a room, and it’s like, Is it OK to be a woman?’ Or, you know, you’re looking for your keys in the back of a cab, and sometimes the driver can treat you like you‘ve had a lobotomy.
My first job was with an auto plant, Kansas City – they treated you like slaves. From there I went back to Chicago, worked in steel mills, drove a cab, stuff like that.
Consider one possible future that could occur soon, where autonomous trucks travel highways with a human ‘monitor‘ in the cab who can assist with particularly challenging driving like navigating city centres and ensure goods are delivered safely.
In my early teens, I was working in a Wimpy Bar and delivering cab company cards to make cash. I also ran a tuck shop at school. I struggled academically because of being dyslexic. When I saw other families and what they had, it inspired me. I thought, ‘I can get that, too, if I work hard.’
I want to see riots! I want to see the kind of riots where cab drivers are afraid to pick up white people! I want to see this guy!
I have worked out I can quite happily jog the distance to work as long as I hail a cab first and leave my high heels on the back seat.
We call ourselves a free nation, and yet we let ourselves be told what cabs we can and can’t take by a man at a hotel door, simply because he has a drum major‘s uniform on.
Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany’s.В  Calms me down right away.
If you’re a creative person, you’d better not read what people write about you, because if it’s good it’ll blow your head up and it’ll force you not to take the subway and you’ll start taking cabs, and you’d better stay around people, and if it’s bad, it just hurts your feelings so much it discourages you.
We are not selling the black cab in large enough volumes. We want to expand globally.
You’d never think of taking a cab if you had to walk a mile down Chicago’s Michigan Avenue. But in a bad city you take a cab just to go around the corner.
It’s weird – the cab driver is playing very loud dance music and yet it doesn’t really feel like a party.
Sometimes I get frustrated in traffic. I typically start going deep with my cab driver and Twitter feedsimultaneously – to take my mind off the gridlock. I enjoy live-tweeting my cab rides.
The postman wants an autograph. The cab driver wants a picture. The waitress wants a handshake. Everyone wants a piece of you.
I never met a Cab I didn’t like.
My dad worked – f – k if I know – seven jobs? He painted a house. He would deliver toilets. He drove a cab, delivered pizzas. Whatever he could do, he did.
I enjoy every opportunity and live every moment. And that is why I have no regrets. It’s when you are not scared of losing that you win everything. Very often I take cabs to travel during the course of the day because I enjoy talking to cabbies from different parts of India.
If I am going to get in a cab to go home, and I see a sign for an open house, I will go in. I like real estate because I am the boss.
Now this is really going to impress Valentine.” “I don’t know,” Clary said. “Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-crawling powers; we get the Aquatruck.” “If you don’t like it, Nephilim,” came Magnus’s voice, faintly, from the truck cab, “you’re welcome to see if you can walk on the water.
I made one rule for myself, and I really try to live it: Play music you love, with people you love, for people you love. If I can’t be that kind of musician, I’ll drive a cab.
Arturo O’Farrill
I stopped taking drugs when I was 19, and who wants to drive a cab around New York with drugs in their car?
Yeah, I’ll pay your cab fare home, you can even use my best cologne, just don’t be here in the morning when I wake up.
I vowed to never use my American accent, and I didn’t. Even going to get the paper in the morning to buying milk down at the shop, getting a cab, wherever.
I don’t miss London much. I find it crowded, vast and difficult to get around. Cabs are incredibly expensive.
Casting is a convoluted kind of trip. No one likes to be typed – even if you’re a cab driver, or whatever you do.
I was in a cab in New York. The cab had a sign, “Please do not smoke, Christ is our unseen guest.” This guy was reaching. I figure, if he could overcome being nailed to a cross, I don’t
think a Marlboro Light’s gonna faze him that much.
The shortest unit of time in the multiverse is the New York Second, defined as the period of time between the traffic lights turning green and the cab behind you honking.
I had a job as a paralegal. I drove a cab.
People say New Yorkers can’t get along. Not true. I saw two New Yorkers, complete strangers, sharing a cab. One guy took the tires and the radio; the other guy took the engine.
Lucy, dear child, mind your arithmetic. You know in the first sum of yours I ever saw there was a mistake. You had carried two (as a cab is licensed to do), and you ought, dear Lucy, to have carried but one. Is this a trifle? What would life be without arithmetic, but a scene of horrors.
Long-haul trucking. Just roaming the country, alone, with audiobooks and podcasts, sleeping in the back of the cab, showering at gas stations at 4 a.m., minimal human contact. That’s living the dream.
I remember playing in Union City, and we had crap games after we finished playing at night. We would go next door to the cab stand where they were playing gin rummy and betting $1,000 a hand.
When you’re in Los Angeles, everybody you meet is writing a movie, and they want you to be in it. Every cab driver is writing a movie!
When setting out on a photographic holiday, always provide yourself with two cameras, one to leave in the train going and the other to leave in the cab coming back.
My father worked in the Post Office. A lot of double shifts. All his friends were in the same situation – truck drivers, taxi cab drivers, grocery clerks. Blue collar guys punching the clock and working long, hard hours. The thought that sustained them was the one at the center of the American dream.
When I was 16 or 17, I started listening to Death Cab, and I started writing my own songs. I was writing alternative rock, and I had a seven-piece band. The shift was just iterations of experimentation and finding what sounded right. When I stumbled on the sound and vibe that I currently have, it was kind of by chance.
New York City in life was much like New York City in death. It was still hard to get a cab, for example.
Now this is over thirty years later and the guy said he was that cab driver. He apologized and he was serious. I felt awful. He might have been spending his whole life thinking he had jinxed me, but I told him he hadn’t. My number was up.
I get the thumbs up like I’m hailing a yellow cab.
When her hands reached out and poured the tea, it was as if she also poured something into me while I sat there sweating in my cab. It was like she held a string and pulled on it just slightly to open me up. She got in, put a piece of herself inside me, and left again.
I’m like Cab Calloway: I love the entertainment, and I’ve loved entertaining people ever since I was little.