Quotes About Cab

Any time three New Yorkers get into a cab without an argument, a bank has just been robbed.

The cab rattled, jingled, jolted; in fact, the last was quite extraordinary.  By its disproportionate violence and magnitude it obliterated every sensation of onward movement; and the effect was of being shaken in a stationary apparatus like a mediæval device for the punishment of crime, or some very newfangled invention for the cure of a sluggish liver.  It was extremely distressing; and the raising of Mrs Verloc's mother's voice sounded like a wail of pain.

Sam Parks was simply a paid agent for his union, receiving the same salary as an ordinary workman in his trade. In reality, Baker tracked him "riding about in his cab, wearing diamonds, appearing on the street with his blooded bulldog, supporting his fast horses, 'treating' his friends.

I'm a Londoner. Embankment. Big Ben. Cab drivers.

I spend a fair amount of time chatting to black cab drivers in London.

Anyone would think to hear you two that I enjoyed it!' 'And didn't you?' probed Johnny with a pained smile as the cab went into a pothole. 'Didn't you enjoy outwitting him?' 'Just a little, a very little,' I admitted, unable to keep a huge grin from my face.

I never really drove a cab, but I do have a hack license in case of emergencies - like no money.

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.

In New York City, a lot of people think "the great outdoors" is the area between your front door and a taxi cab.

I had the cab driver drive me here backwards, and the dude owed me $27.50.

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.

You'd think they would have put the airport closer to the city, too. The cab ride was nearly two hours! Heck, I could have rented a car for the fare I paid." Ten to one, the cabbie also had found Willamina Kent a plump partridge and had given her the scenic tour.

No, in Lethal Weapon I was a taxi cab driver that Mel jumps in front of the taxi and pulls me out of the car and steals the taxi. Then I did some other indie driving for some of the car sequences.

The Elvis imitation calls to mind 'Death Cab for Cutie,' the song the Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band sang in Magical Mystery Tour.

He had made a fairly unambiguous pass at her, as she was getting out of the cab. But event that had come to nothing. Sheba said that she had sensed something resentful about him, as if he begrudged her for having the power to attract him.

Please take me to Grand Central." The cab driver asked her where she was going so late at night, and she whispered back, "I'm meeting the boy I love there. His name is Alexia.

And then something happened that had only happened once or twice before, but when it had done so, it had burned itself into her memory. Her father was there. Somehow, in a way known only to late people, he had slipped into the cab of the van and was seated beside her. Of course, she could not see him—not in the physical sense—but of his presence she had absolutely no doubt.

I'm a really sensitive person. I cry if I miss a cab. I've always worn my emotions on my sleeve. I think it makes life so much better when you can talk about anything.

Oh dear,' said Eddie. 'We'd better hurry. Tinto, call me a cab.' All right,' said Tinto. 'You're a cab.

The driver of the tractor-trailer jumped out of his cab.

He took off," Bilbo said. "Like you said he would. Caught a cab outside the lobby." "You get the cab number?" "And the license," Bilbo said, and told him both.

Once on a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were lighted and the shop windows blazed with gas as they do at night, an odd-looking little girl sat in a cab with her father and was driven rather slowly through the big thoroughfares.

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'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.