In God we trust; all others pay cash.
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.
Randy lay there like a slug. It was his only defense.
Manhattan cabs are born old.
There are fewer things more thrilling in life than lumpy letters. That rattle.
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.