Travis Bickle; (Travis is trying his guns on the mirror) Huh? Huh? (Draws) Faster than you, fucking son of a... Saw you coming you fucking... shitheel. (Reholsters) I'm standing here; you make the move. You make the move. It's your move... (Draws) Don't try it you fuck. (Reholsters) You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talking... you talking to me? Well I'm the only one here. Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? Oh yeah? OK. (Draws)
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