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March 11, 2022 Post a Comment

Starring: Ansel Elgort, Kevin Spacey, Lily James, Jon Bernthal, Eiza González, Jon Hamm, Jamie Foxx

OUR RATING: ★★★½

Story:

Law-breaking action one-act directed and written by Edgar Wright. Baby Driver follows talented, young getaway driver Baby (Ansel Elgort), who suffers from a condition that leaves a constant ringing in his ears so he relies on the beat out of his personal soundtrack to drown out the dissonance then he can do what he does all-time. When he meets the daughter of his dreams, Deborah (Lily James), Baby sees a chance to ditch his criminal life and make a clean getaway. Only after being coerced into working for a crime boss, Doc (Kevin Spacey), he must face the music when a doomed heist threatens his life, honey and liberty.

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Our Favorite Quotes:

'There'southward zilch incorrect with a little quiet.' – Doc (Baby Driver) Click To Tweet 'Sometimes all I desire to exercise is caput west on twenty in a car I can't afford with a plan I don't accept. Only me, my music and the road.' – Deborah (Babe Driver) Click To Tweet

All-time Quotes

Griff: What's his deal?
Medico: Baby? Total cut, same every bit anybody.
Griff: No, Doc, I hateful is he retarded?
Doc: Retarded means slow. Was he slow?
Griff: No.
Doc: So he don't sound that retarded to me. He'south a adept child and a devil behind the wheel. What the hell else more do you lot need to know?
Griff: So yous don't recall that at that place'due south something wrong with him just not saying anything?
Doc: There'due south zilch incorrect with a little quiet.
Buddy: Y'all know why they call him Baby, right? Still waiting on his first words.

Griff: And so, you're a mute, Infant? Is that what it is? Are yous a mute?
Baby: No.
Griff: So, what are you listening to?
Baby: Music.
Buddy: That's right. You tell him, Baby.

Darling: For God's sakes, Griff, leave the kid alone.
Griff: Y'all can't but exist in criminal offence, right? Not without being a little criminal. I just desire to find out what's going on between those ears, aside, of course, from Egyptian Reggae.
Darling: What's information technology matter to yous?
Griff: Merely think that he thinks he'due south meliorate than us. He wants to sit down there in his car and keep his white shirt clean while the rest of united states, nosotros roll in the dirt.

Griff: One of these days, Baby, you're going to get claret on your hands, and you're going to notice out that that s**t don't wash off in the f***ing sink.

Griff: Okay, folks, if you don't see me again, information technology's considering I'm expressionless.

Baby: One more task and I'm done?
Doc: One more job and nosotros're straight.

Deborah: And so yous just starting your 24-hour interval or did you just go off?
Baby: Oh, I don't know if I ever get off. They call, I go, you know?
Deborah: So, what is it y'all do?
Baby: I'm a driver.
Deborah: Oh, like a chauffeur. You drive around important people?
Babe: I gauge I practice.
Deborah: Anyone I'd know?
Baby: I hope non.
Deborah: Well, aren't you lot mysterious.
Baby: Maybe.
Deborah: Maybe? So, when was the concluding time y'all striking the road just for fun?
Baby: Yesterday.
Deborah: Oh, so I'm jealous. Sometimes all I desire to do is head west on twenty in a car I tin can't afford with a plan I don't have. But me, my music and the road.
Baby: I'd like that, likewise.

Deborah: So, you lot decide on anything nonetheless?
Infant: Yous are then cute.
Deborah: You just decided that. Oh, well, give thanks you. I'one thousand certain you don't hateful it.
Baby: I do mean it.
Babe: [looks at her proper noun bluecoat] Jonathan?
Deborah: Oh, pitiful. You lot know, this isn't my badge. I've only only started here, and then.
Infant: As a Jonathan?
Deborah: Aye, every bit a Jonathan. Well, if you have any more questions, only holler.
Babe: [she starts walking off singing out loud "Babe"] I have a question. What's that vocal you're singing?

Doctor: [to Baby] Meet your new crew. Over here is Eddie No Nose, formerly Eddie The Nose.
JD: Why, what happened?
Eddie: Don't ask me that. That's a No Nose no-no, folio i.
Doc: And correct here is JD. He put the "Asian" in domicile invasion. And over there is the one and the only Bats.
Bats: No demand for intros, Doc. Everybody from the jungle to the trap know Bats.

Bats: This your boy, right? This the ane you say listens to the music all the time? The driver'southward supposed to be the eyes and the ears, not only the eyes.
Eddie: Why does he heed to music all the time, Doc? He's got mental bug?
Bats: No, no, no, no. I'm the one got the mental problems in the crew. Position taken.
Doc: He's got tinnitus.
JD: Tinna-what?
Doc: He had an accident when he was a kid. He's still got a hum in the drum. Plays music to drown it out.
Bats: [taps Baby on the ear twice] Yeah, merely you lot feel me.

Baby: [referring to the tattoo on JD'due south cervix] Hat?
JD: Huh?
Baby: Your tattoo says, "Chapeau."
JD: Aye, it used to say "Hate". Just to increase my chances of employment, I got the Eastward removed.
Baby: How's that working out for you?
JD: Who doesn't like hats?

Doc: Shop, let's talk it. Baby, you with us? It'southward got to exist set for an 8:30 showtime in the a.m. Questions?
Bats: I got a question, Md. Why would I believe Phones over here heard a goddamn discussion you said? You laid downward your whole play. He ain't fifty-fifty listening.
Dr.: Babe?
Baby: The target is an armored truck at Perimeter Trust in Dunwoody, x a.m. sharp. We take the details of the route considering someone at the depot has a nasal problem. The bank itself is right nearly the Buford Highway, and so nosotros should be able to hit the ramp inside lx seconds of getting out. We also have a diversion crew. They're going to accident upwardly a staff of life truck a ways away, keep the fuzz busy. The wearing apparel code is the Michael Myers Halloween mask, but don't all buy your masks at the same time. It looks suspicious. The switch car is ready, but you want me to striking the long-stay parking structure at Hartsfield-Jackson to get a heist vehicle that stays colder longer. Boost a commuter auto, a family machine, something that blends in well with morning time traffic. Something on the heavy side in case we need to ram the cops off the road. A Escalade, Yukon, Avalanche, whatever. It needs to exist gear up for an 8:thirty start in the a.m. Questions?
Bats: Well, ain't y'all cute.
Physician: That'south my baby.
Bats: F*** your baby.

Bats: What the f*** is this mask?
JD: Austin Powers.
Eddie: Doc said Michael Myers!
JD: This is Mike Myers!
Bats: It should be the Halloween mask.
JD: This is a Halloween mask!
Bats: No, the killer dude from Halloween.
JD: Oh, you mean Jason.
Bats, Eddie: No!

Baby: Wait, wait, await! I got to start the song over.
[he restart the song on his iPod]
Babe: Okay, go!

Bats: You lot encounter JD over there? Now, JD's an idiot. But yous a vivid boy, though. And then I got a question for you. You make me miss that shot? Come on, now. You tin tell me.
Babe: No.
Bats: Y'all're a expert commuter. You're a bad liar, though. In this business organization, the moment y'all catch feelings is the moment you grab a bullet.

Deborah: [referring to his iPod] Okay, what? How many of those do you have?
Baby: Oh, I got different iPods for different days and moods.
Deborah: Oh. And you're in a pink and glittery mood.
Babe: I am now.

Deborah: What is your proper name?
Baby: Infant.
Deborah: Look, what? Your proper noun'due south Baby? B-A-B-Y, Baby?
Infant: Aye.
Deborah: Well, then, you accept u.s. all beat. Every damn song is about you lot. We could bulldoze back and along across the States forever and never run out of Baby songs.
Baby: We might run out of gas, though.

Deborah: Did your mom phone call you Baby as a kid?
Baby: Sometimes.
Deborah: She used to work here?
Infant: Sometimes, but she was a singer too.
Deborah: What does she practise now?
Baby: Nothing. I could find Debora if yous want.
Cook: Debbie! For crying out loud.
Deborah: [gets up to go out] Well, play it for me sometime I don't have to get out of here. Deal?
Baby: Yeah, deal.
Deborah: Now, you lot know what you lot desire withal?
Baby: To become out of here.

Deborah: You're a driver. You like music. You don't talk much.
Baby: No. I've spoken more to you today than I have to anyone all year.
Deborah: Woh. Okay. Not a motor-mouth. Noted.

Doc: You don't look happy to see me. Why? I said we were direct, but did you lot think we were done? That that was it?
Infant: I guess I did.
Doc: Well, I could give you the proficient news and the bad news, except at that place is no bad news. The expert news is you lot're about to make a lot of coin. And the expert news is y'all're virtually to make a lot of money.
Infant: I got a task, Md.
Md: Yep, just why slave abroad delivering GoodFellas pizzas just to afford a dark out hither, when you could brand all that dough with a great fella? Me. And and so take your gal here for f***ing dinner every night of the week? You paid off your debt. Now information technology's time to profit. This is the fun fleck, Baby. By the fourth dimension this job is over, you'll be rolling in money, buying Maseratis and feeding your gal catfish dipped in gold. And then, what do you say? You in?
Babe: Am I in?
Doc: No, don't answer my question with another question. You lot give me one of ii replies. Yes or no.
Baby: No, Doc.

Doc: Y'all know I never do a chore with the exact same crew twice, right?
Baby: Aye.
Doc: And you as well know you lot've been my driver for every job since we met.
Infant: Yes.
Doctor: So, I'm of the thinking that you are my lucky charm and that I'thousand not doing this job without you. At present, I don't remember I need to requite you the speech about what happens when you say no, how I could break your legs and kill everyone yous honey, because y'all already know that, don't yous?
Infant: Aye.
Doctor: So, what'due south it going to be, behind the bicycle or in a wheelchair?
Baby: The first one.
Medico: I'll pick you lot upwardly in the morning time. Don't stay out besides late, at present. Oh. And your waitress girlfriend, she's cute. Allow'due south keep it that way.

Deborah: Is everything okay, Baby?
Baby: Information technology will be.
Deborah: You want to talk nigh information technology? I make a hateful cup of coffee. I mean, I, I don't. I make terrible java.
Baby: I desire to, but I, I tin't correct at present.
Deborah: Y'all know, you, you don't have to worry about me. You can tell me annihilation.
Baby: I'm non worried almost you. I mean, I… You're the best thing that's happened to me in a long time, and I merely worry that I'm not good enough for you lot.
Deborah: Well, don't. I tin see y'all're kind and yous're different, and I'm hither for you lot when y'all're fix.
Baby: [Deborah kisses him] What are you doing tomorrow?
Deborah: You tell me.

Nice Lady Teller: [referring to Samm] That your boy?
Baby: Certain. Yeah, he sure is.
Nice Lady Teller: How old is he?
Baby: Four.
Samm: 8.
Baby: They grow up and then freaking fast, don't they?
Nice Lady Teller: [laughs] Does he have a name?
Baby: You take a proper noun, don't y'all?
Samm: Samm.
Nice Lady Teller: Well, Samm, I got a mint with your name on information technology.
Samm: Yous take a mint that says "Samm"?
Nice Lady Teller: Aw. Sweetness.

Babe: Are you hither tomorrow?
Nice Lady Teller: Sure am. Working ix to five, just similar Dolly.
Baby: Oh, Dolly Parton. Aye. I like her.
Nice Lady Teller: Mm, who doesn't? "Everybody wants happiness, nobody wants hurting. But you can't take a rainbow without a piddling rain." Wise lady.
Baby: Aye, she certain is.
Nice Lady Teller: Hm. Farewell.

Infant: [calls Deborah] I just wanted to hear your vox.
Deborah: Am I still seeing you later?
Baby: I accept to drive again.
Deborah: Oh, okay. Thought y'all were done with that.
Baby: And then did I. It'due south not what I want.
Deborah: And what practice you desire, Babe?
Baby: I want united states of america to head w on twenty, in a car we can't afford, with a plan nosotros don't have. Go on driving and never cease.
Deborah: Are you serious?
Baby: I am, Deborah. You in?
Deborah: I'm in, Baby.
Babe: Come across you before long.

Bats: [to Baby] Come up on, you lot're going in with the states. We might non be leaving in this. And notice something funky on in that location. Only in example we got to rip this joint upward.

Armie: What's with the earbuds? Recording this or something?
Buddy: It's just his music.
Bats: Yeah, he's loony. He just similar his tunes.
Armie: What's he listening to?
Bats: How the f*** I know? Let me cheque.
Bats: [takes one of Baby'south earbuds and puts it in his ear to mind] Tequila! Which reminds me, why'd the Mexican dude throw his wife off the cliff? Ah! Ruined it. Didn't I ruin it?
Armie: We met before, correct?
Bats: I don't know. You still alive, right?
Armie: Uh-huh.
Bats: Then I guess we ain't never met.

Buddy: Bats, you are f***ing crazy.
Bats: When your folks proper noun you Bats, you're going to terminate up crazy.
Buddy: I don't doubt you're crazy, simply your real name is not Bats.
Bats: So says you.
Darling: You think my real name's Darling?
Buddy: Aye, or Buddy? No, they're nicknames. Code names, monikers.
Bats: And then, what'south your real name, Darling?
Darling: Monica. Hey, I thought we weren't allowed to discuss names.
Bats: We're not. Babe, what'due south your real name? Huh?
[Baby doesn't answer]

Bats: Wait, hither'south the bargain. You rob to support a drug habit. I do drugs to support a robbery addiction.
Buddy: That'south clever.
Bats: That'south my job, see. It'south y'all two who's on vacation.
Buddy: And so you doubt our credentials?
Bats: Wall Street, right?
Buddy: Dr. tell you that?
Bats: Dr. ain't tell me s**t. Just an educated guess from an uneducated human.
Buddy: Well, Bats, I would be fascinated to hear your thoughts on the affair.
Bats: Tell me if I'm way off, Buddy. Yous were a stockbroker. Perhaps a different married woman, maybe kids. You stack your paper, but you say south**t like, "Piece of work hard, play harder," but you play a little too difficult. You rack up debt, the blazon of debt that'd make a white human being blush. Maybe you get into a little trouble. Peradventure y'all get your manus caught in the corporate cookie jar. Maybe yous leave and run off to the desert. Maybe with your favorite lap dancer in tow. Mayhap you lot disappear into a world consisting of three things, money, sex, drugs and action. Oh, southward**t, that'south four. Am I shut?

Bats: This how I wait at it. Y'all guys just think this is a trip. Either way, if you are Wall Street, yous're a bigger f***ing crook than I could ever be.
Darling: [to Buddy] I'm going to become right ahead and speak for the two of us.
Darling: [to Bats] You think you know u.s.? You don't. Y'all recollect you're the last word in crazy? You're not. And believe me when I tell you, yous don't want to see my Buddy mad. Y'all haven't seen how relentless he is. Because when he sees red, y'all will see goose egg just black.
Bats: [claps mockingly and chuckles] You lot hear that, Speedy? That's some Oscar s**t right there. That was nice. Did yous rehearse that? You see this s**t, Infant? Run into, at present this is a prime number case of a human being who loves a woman. You guys are perfect for each other. I hateful that.

Darling: This s**t is assistant's, Doc.

Baby: [poins a gun at a woman in her motorcar] Get out of the car.
Carjack Lady: No.
Baby: Go out of the car, lady.
Carjack Lady: Aye. Yeah. Getting out. Getting out of the car. I'm getting… Oh, my God! Oh, my purse!
[finds the correct music to listen to, Baby turns the car around and throws the woman'south purse to her]
Baby: I'm sorry, ma'am.
Carjack Lady: God. What the f***!

Buddy: [referring to Deborah] Is she a practiced girl? You love her?
Baby: Aye, I exercise.
Buddy: That'due south too bad.

Buddy: Song is over, Baby. But I'g agape y'all even so have to face the music.

Deborah: What'due south happening, Baby?
Infant: I have to get.
Deborah: No, I'chiliad coming with yous.

Baby: You and I are a team.
Doc: Don't feed me any more than lines from Monsters, Inc. Information technology pi**es me off! Information technology's one of Samm'south favorites. I thought information technology sounded familiar, you little south**t.

Baby: I'yard not your lucky charm anymore. But I'm continuing hither asking for your help.
Doc: There's nothing I can do for you, kid. Why should I, subsequently what you've washed to me?

Deborah: [Baby is reading a letter from Deborah she's sent him while in prison house] Hey Baby. You know, it's funny. Even though I heard information technology so many times in the court example, I still can't go used to the fact that your real proper noun is Miles. It'due south a cool proper name though. I can call up of a lot of great Miles songs. But nosotros still have to get through all those Baby songs starting time. I tin can't wait until the day when it'south just us, music and the road. Meet y'all afterwards, Baby. All my love, Deborah.

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