Taxi Driver1976

Travis:
How's everything in the pimp business? Huh?

Sport:
Don't I know you?

Travis:
No, do I know you?

Sport:
Get out of here. Come on, get lost.

Travis:
Do I know you? How's Iris? You know Iris.

Sport:
No, I don't know nobody named Iris. Iris. Come on. Get out of here man.

Travis:
You don't know anybody by the name of Iris?

Sport:
I don't know nobody named Iris.

Travis:
No?

Sport:
Hey - go back to your f***in' tribe before you get hurt, huh man. Do me a favor, I don't want no trouble huh? OK?

Travis:
You got a gun?

Sport:
[He throws his lit cigarette at Travis' chest, causing sparks to fly, and then kicks him] Get the f*** out of here man! Get out of here.

Travis:
Suck on this. [shoots him in the belly]