Randy Lay There Like A Slug. It

In All My Years Of New York Cab Riding I Have Yet To Find The Colorful, Philosophical Cabdriver That Keeps Popping Up On The Late Movies.

In God We Trust; All Others Pay Cash.

Manhattan Cabs Are Born Old.

I've Met Them Down In The Cost And Accounting Department, Clean-shaven And In White Collars. They Can't See A Damn Thing Ridiculous About Themselves... Only About You.

The Truth Will Always Have A Market.