Taxi Ride Quotes

I'd sing with Roberta Flack in a taxi if you called up and said she'd be in it.

I love getting back to Wivenhoe. I get out of my wig, bustle and costume in three minutes flat at the end of the play before jumping into a taxi outside the theater and catching the train home.

Here's how you know that you're really drunk: when you get into a taxi cab and you think the fare is the time.

On a Friday night in 1983, I was in a taxi in New York riding home from dinner with friends. A drunk driver ran a red light and hit the cab, and I was thrown toward the glass partition. I tried to duck, but my face hit the glass, and the impact fractured my cheekbone, my eye socket, my collarbone and several ribs.

I have no limo. In cities, I usually hail a taxi like everyone else.

I imagined loading the God of the Sea into a taxi and taking him to the Upper East Side.

It was my first time taking a taxi with Mason. I had to tell the driver to wait because I had to get the stroller out of the car.

That was my pride and joy - that I made it through all those years of minor hockey without losing any of my teeth; then, I ended up losing them in a car accident in New York when I was riding in a taxi. So, I end up losing my teeth, but not in the glamorous fashion I envisioned.

I think it would be super, hella cool to hop into a cab & hear my song on the radio - like, 'Yeah!' - and also be like, 'Who is this Griz guy? He's horrible.' That'd be really cool.

Once, I took a taxi. I hate those limousines. They stink and their drivers have been driving dead people to the cemeteries.

It's weird - the cab driver is playing very loud dance music and yet it doesn't really feel like a party.

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.

I get out of the taxi and it's probably the only city which in reality looks better than on the postcards, New York.

I do things like get in a taxi and say, "The library, and step on it.

For sure, Potrero Chico is a super nice winter vacation climbing area. It's really convenient to fly into Monterrey, one of the nicer cities in Mex, and get a taxi to Potero. Then you can just live in the camping area and walk everywhere. It's muy tranquilo, as they say there.

Picture it in your mind's nostril: you get in a cab in time to catch twin thugs named Vomit and Cologne assaulting a defenseless pine-tree air freshener.

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.

Claude Jade is a brave nice young lady. But I don't give any guarantee what she will do on a taxi's back seat.