이 각본을 쓴 폴 슈레이더 개인약력에서 그 기이함을 볼 수 있다. 느낌이 안 살까봐 원어로 쓰다.
음울하게 혼잣말하는 트래비스의 목소리를 기억해보시면 좋을 것이다.

I'm working long hours now. six days a week,sometimes seven days a week.
It's a long hustle,but it keeps me real busy. I go all over.
I take people to the Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem. I don't care. Don't make no difference to me.
Someday, a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets.

Twelve hours of work and I still can't sleep. Damn. Days go on and on. And they don't end.
All my life needed was a sense of someplace to go.

I realize now how much she is like the others, so cold and distant.
Many people are like that. They're like a union.

Loneliness has followed me all my life. The life of loneliness pursues me wherever I go: in bars,cars,coffee shops,theaters,stores,sidewalks. There is no escape. I am God's lonely man.

There will be no more bad food,no more destroyers of my body.
Listen you screwheads: Here is a man who wouldn't take it any more, a man who stood up against the scum, the cunts, the dogs, the filth. Here is ...