Travis Bickle:
[walks up to Sport]
Hey Sport. How ya doin'?
Sport:
Okay, okay my man, how... Where do I know you from, man?
Travis Bickle:
I don't know. How's everything in the pimp business, huh?
Sport:
Do I know you?
Travis Bickle:
No. Do I know you?
Sport:
Get outta here. Come on, get lost, huh.
Travis Bickle:
Do I know you? How's Iris? You know Iris.
Sport:
No, I don't know nobody name Iris. Iris? Come on, get outta here, man.
Travis Bickle:
You don't know anybody by the name of Iris?
Sport:
I don't know nobody name Iris!
Travis Bickle:
No?
Sport:
Hey, go back to your fuckin' tribe before you get hurt, huh man. Do me a favor, I don't want no trouble, huh. Okay?
Travis Bickle:
You got a gun?
Sport:
Get the fuck outta here, man.
[flicks his cigarette at him]
Sport:
Get outta here.
[kicks him]
Travis Bickle:
Suck on this.
[Travis shoots him with a revolver in the stomach and walks away]
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:28