Taxi Driver1976

Travis:
Are you really twelve and a half?

Iris:
Listen mister, it's your time. Fifteen minutes ain't long. When that cigarette burns out, your time is up. [Iris sits on the edge of the sofa and begins undressing]

Travis:
How old are you? You won't tell me? What's your name?

Iris:
Easy.

Travis:
That's not any kind of name.

Iris:
That's easy to remember.

Travis:
Yeah, but what's your real name?

Iris:
I don't like my real name.

Travis:
Now what's your real name?

Iris:
Iris.

Travis:
Well, what's wrong with that? That's a nice name.

Iris:
Huh! That's what you think. [Iris begins to remove her top]

Travis:
No, don't do that. Don't do that. Don't you remember me? Remember when you got into a taxi, it was a checkered taxi. You got in and that that guy Matthew came by and he said he wanted to take you away. He pulled you away.

Iris:
I don't remember that.

Travis:
You don't remember any of that?

Iris:
No.

Travis:
Well. that's all right. I'm gonna get you out of here.

Iris:
So we'd better make it or Sport will get mad. So how do you want to make it?

Travis:
I don't want to make it. Who's Sport?

Iris:
Oh that's Matthew. I call him Sport. [She stands up and begins unbuckling the belt on his pants] You want to make it like this?

Travis:
Listen, uh, listen, hey, can I tell you somethin'. But you're the one that came into my cab. You're the one that wanted to get out of here.

Iris:
Well, I must have been stoned.

Travis:
Why, what do you mean? Do they drug you?

Iris:
Oh come off it, man.

Travis:
[Iris continues to try to unzip his fly] What are you doin'?

Iris:
Don't you want to make it?

Travis:
No, I don't want to make it. I want to help you.

Iris:
Well, I could help you. [Iris reaches for his pants again, but he pushes her back onto the sofa]

Travis:
Damn, man. Goddamn it. Sh*t, man. What the hell's the matter with you?

Iris:
Mister, you don't have to make it mister.

Travis:
Goddamn it. Don't you want to get out of here? Can't you understand why I came here?

Iris:
I think I understand, uh. I tried to get into your cab one night and you want to come and take me away. Is that it?

Travis:
Yeah, but don't you want to go?

Iris:
I can leave anytime I want to.

Travis:
Well then, what about that one night?

Iris:
Look, I was stoned. That's why they stopped me. 'Cause when I'm not stoned, I got no place else to go. So they just, uh, protect me from myself.

Travis:
Well, I don't know. I don't know. OK, I tried.

Iris:
I understand, and it means somethin', really.

Travis:
Oh look, can I see you again?

Iris:
Ha, ha, that's not hard to do.

Travis:
No, I don't mean like that. I mean, you know, regularly. This is nothing for a person to do.

Iris:
All right. How about breakfast tomorrow?

Travis:
Tomorrow when?

Iris:
I get up at about one o'clock.

Travis:
So long, Iris. See you tomorrow. Sweet Iris.