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



Crime action comedy directed and written by Edgar Wright which follows a 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 of his personal soundtrack to drown out the noise so he can do what he does best.

When he meets the girl of his dreams, Deborah (Lily James), Baby sees a chance to ditch his criminal life and make a clean getaway. But after being coerced into working for a crime boss, Doc (Kevin Spacey), he must face the music when a doomed heist threatens his life, love and freedom.



Best Quotes    (Total Quotes: 37)


Griff: What’s his deal?
Doc: Baby? Full cut, same as everyone.
Griff: No, Doc, I mean is he, uh, retarded?
Doc: Retarded means slow. Was he slow?
Griff: No.
Doc: Then he don’t sound that retarded to me. He’s a good kid and a devil behind the wheel. What the hell else more do you need to know?
Griff: So you don’t think that there’s something wrong with him just not saying anything?
Doc: There’s nothing wrong with a little quiet.
Buddy: You know why they call him Baby, right? Still waiting on his first words.


Griff: So, you’re a mute, Baby? Is that what it is? Are you a mute?
Baby: No.
Griff: So, um, what are you listening to?
Baby: Uh, music.
Buddy: That’s right. You tell him, Baby.


Darling: For God’s sakes, Griff, leave the kid alone.
Griff: You can’t just be in crime, right? Not without being a little criminal. I just want to find out what’s going on between those ears, aside, of course, from, uh, Egyptian Reggae.
Darling: What’s it matter to you?
Griff: Just think that he thinks he’s better than us. He wants to sit there in his car and keep his white shirt clean while the rest of us, we roll in the dirt.


Griff: One of these days, Baby, you’re going to get blood on your hands, and you’re going to find out that that shit don’t wash off in the fucking sink.


Griff: Okay, folks, if you don’t see me again, it’s because I’m dead.


Baby: One more job and I’m done?
Doc: One more job and we’re straight.


Deborah: So you just starting your day or did you just get off?
Baby: Oh, I don’t know if I ever get off. They call, I go, you know?
[just then Baby’s phone buzzes]
Deborah: So, what is it you do?
Baby: I’m a driver.
Deborah: Oh, like a…like a chauffeur. You drive around important people?
Baby: I guess I do.
Deborah: Anyone I’d know?
Baby: I hope not.
Deborah: Well, aren’t you mysterious.
Baby: Maybe.
Deborah: Maybe? So, when was the last time you hit the road just for fun?
Baby: Yesterday.
Deborah: Oh, then I’m jealous. Sometimes all I want to do is head west on twenty in a car I can’t afford with a plan I don’t have. Just me, my music and the road.
Baby: I’d like that, too.


Deborah: Uh, so, you decide on anything yet?
Baby: You are so beautiful.
Deborah: You just decided that. Oh, well, thank you. I’m sure you don’t mean it.
Baby: I do mean it.
[he looks at her name badge]
Baby: Jonathan?
Deborah: Oh, sorry. You know, this isn’t my badge. I’ve only just started here, so…
Baby: As a Jonathan?
Deborah: Yeah, as a Jonathan. Well, um, if you have any more questions, just holler.
[she starts walking off singing out loud “Baby”]
Baby: I have a question. What’s that song you’re singing?


Doc: [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, page one.
Doc: And right here is JD. He put the “Asian” in home invasion. And over there is the one and the only Bats.
Bats: No need for intros, Doc. Everybody from the jungle to the trap know Bats.


Bats: This your boy, right? This the one you say listens to the music all the time? The driver’s supposed to be the eyes and the ears, not just the eyes.
Eddie: Why does he listen to music all the time, Doc? He’s got mental problems?
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]
Bats: Yeah, but you feel me.


[referring to the tattoo on JD’s neck]
Baby: Hat?
JD: Huh?
Baby: Your tattoo says, “Hat.”
JD: Yeah, it used to say “Hate”. But to increase my chances of employment, I got the E 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?
[Baby puts his earphones in and starts listening to his music as Doc is talking]
Doc: It’s got to be ready for an 8:30 start in the a.m. Questions?
Bats: I got a question, Doc. Why would I believe Phones over here heard a goddamn word you said? You laid down your whole play. He ain’t even listening.
Doc: Baby?
Baby: The target is an armored truck at Perimeter Trust in Dunwoody, 10 a.m. sharp. We have the details of the route because someone at the depot has a nasal problem. The bank itself is right near the Buford Highway, so we should be able to hit the ramp within sixty seconds of getting out. We also have a diversion crew. They’re going to blow up a bread truck a ways away, keep the fuzz busy. The dress 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 hit the long-stay parking structure at Hartsfield-Jackson to get a heist vehicle that stays colder longer. Boost a commuter car, a family car, something that blends in well with morning 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 be ready for an 8:30 start in the a.m. Questions?
Bats: Well, ain’t y’all cute.
Doc: That’s my baby.
Bats: Fuck your baby.


Bats: What the fuck 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, wait! I got to start the song over.
[he restart the song on his iPod]
Baby: Okay, go!


Bats: You see JD over there? Now, JD’s an idiot. But you a bright boy, though. So I got a question for you. You make me miss that shot? Come on, now. You can tell me.
Baby: No.
Bats: You’re a good driver. You’re a bad liar, though. In this business, the moment you catch feelings is the moment you catch a bullet.


[referring to his iPod]
Deborah: 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.
Baby: I am now.


Deborah: What is your name?
Baby: Baby.
Deborah: Wait, what? Your name’s Baby? B-A-B-Y, Baby?
Baby: Yeah.
Deborah: Well, then, you have us all beat. Every damn song is about you. We could drive back and forth across the States forever and never run out of Baby songs.
Baby: We might run out of gas, though.


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


Total Quotes: 37




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