Manhattan Cabs Are Born Old.

Some Men Are Baptists, Others Catholics; My Father Was An Oldsmobile Man.

Can You Imagine 4,000 Years Passing, And You're Not Even A Memory? Think About It, Friends. It's Not Just A Possibility. It Is A Certainty.

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.

I Had Woven A Tapestry Of Obscenity That As Far As I Know Is Still Hanging In Space Over Lake Michigan.