Let the cab go. I'll give you a lift. I prefer the cab, thank you.

And that taxi driver.

Follow that taxi.

I want to ride in the taxi!

The bags are in the taxi.

Is your taxi engaged?

That taxi cab driver.

Follow that Yellow cab.

The taxi man woke me up.

Why are you grabbing a taxi there?

Yeah, that's our cab.

Throwing that cab driver in my face?

Here's the cab driver's statement.

Put this carriage in the cab, please.

Oh, yes. He's outside waiting in a taxi cab.

It figures. Sorry boys, my taxi's waiting.

That's when the taxi picked him up.

That's OK, Willie, the cab's insured.

Now go on. Get into that taxi. And get that birdcage!

You owe me 2.40 for taxis, including the tip.

What's this?

You cover the Yellow Cab stand, see if you can pick up the driver.

You ain't seen anything yet.

But I called the cab company, got his address, even wrote it down.

Get the right driver?

Have it your own way, but I'm gonna take that cab back to town.

But I've got the address he took you to from the cab company's files.

At 9 03, the taxi stopped at the corner of Trantor and Bralter Streets.

Charlie and I'll go in the car. No, Uncle Charlie, you go in the taxi.

That means you have to check the doormen, newsboys, taxicab drivers, anybody that might have seen them between the Van Barth and Burt's Place.