I loved every second of it.
The Cook: "I tell ya, I remember a time when I was about... I was little, I don't know... 4, 5, something like that. We had this old dog that had a litter of puppies. And I walked in the bathroom one day and my mother was standing there, kneeling down... dog had a litter of about 8, and my mother was bending over killing each one of these little puppies in the bathtub. I remember I said "why?"— she…
[Travis is trying on his guns in the mirror]
Travis Bickle: "Huh? Huh?"
Travis Bickle: "Faster than you, fucking son of a... saw you coming you fucking... shitheel."
Travis Bickle: "I'm standing here; you make the move. You make the move. It's your move..."
Travis Bickle: "Don't try it you fuck."
Travis Bickle: "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."
Female Voice: [with a mechanical buzz over shadowy morphing orbs] "T- D, S- Z- Th, B- T- V, H- T- D- K- G, S- Z- P- B, Ba-Ba- T- T, K- Kuh- Ch, Th- V- Th, Zzz- Sss- Bzz- Ch, B-B-Buh- V-V-Vuh, G-G-Guh D-D-Duh."
Female Voice: [now over a shiny white torus, slowly morphing] "B-B-Buh- B-B-Buh, B-B-Beh, B-B-Beh, Bah, N-N-Nuh- N-N-Nuh, N-N-Nuh- No. N-N-Nuh, F- Feel- Field, Fill- Filled- Filts, Foil- Failed- Fell, Felds- Pill- Pills, Pall- Nall."
Female Voice: [now over a watery chestnut-brown eye] "Foal- Foals, Fold- Fold, Pool- Pool, Sell- Se..."