Starring: Ansel Elgort, Kevin Spacey, Lily James, Jon Bernthal, Eiza González, Jon Hamm, Jamie Foxx
OUR RATING: ★★★½
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.
[button link=”https://www.moviequotesandmore.com/baby-driver-2017-movie-review-1/” color=”black”]REVIEWS[/button]
Our Favorite Quotes:‘There's nothing wrong with a little quiet.’ – Doc (Baby Driver) Click To Tweet ‘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.’ – Deborah (Baby Driver) Click To Tweet
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?
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?
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 s**t don’t wash off in the f***ing 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 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.
Deborah: Maybe? So, when was the last time you hit the road just for fun?
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]
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.
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: 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.
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: 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, 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.
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?
Deborah: Wait, what? Your name’s Baby? B-A-B-Y, Baby?
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?
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.
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 straight, but did you think we were done? That that was it?
Baby: Uh, I guess I did.
Doc: Well, I could give you the good news and the bad news, except there is no bad news. The good news is you’re about to make a lot of money. And the good news is you’re about to make a lot of money.
Baby: I got a job, Doc.
Doc: Yeah, but why slave away delivering GoodFellas pizzas just to afford a night out here, when you could make all that dough with a great fella? Me. And then take your gal here for f***ing dinner every night of the week? You paid off your debt. Now it’s time to profit. This is the fun bit, Baby. By the time this job is over, you’ll be rolling in money, buying Maseratis and feeding your gal catfish dipped in gold. So, what do you say? You in?
Baby: Am I in?
Doc: No, don’t answer my question with another question. You give me one of two replies. Yes or no.
Baby: No, Doc.
Doc: You know I never do a job with the exact same crew twice, right?
Doc: And you also know you’ve been my driver for every job since we met.
Doc: So, I’m of the thinking that you are my lucky charm and that I’m not doing this job without you. Now, I don’t think I need to give you the speech about what happens when you say no, how I could break your legs and kill everyone you love, because you already know that, don’t you?
Doc: So, what’s it going to be, behind the wheel or in a wheelchair?
Baby: The first one.
Doc: I’ll pick you up in the morning. Don’t stay out too late, now. Oh. And your, uh, waitress girlfriend, she’s cute. Let’s keep it that way.
Deborah: Is everything okay, Baby?
Baby: It will be.
Deborah: You want to talk about it? I make a mean cup of coffee. I mean, I, I don’t. I make terrible coffee.
Baby: I want to, but I, I can’t right now.
Deborah: You know, you, you don’t have to worry about me. You can tell me anything.
Baby: I’m not worried about you. I mean, I… You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time, and I just worry that I’m not good enough for you.
Deborah: Well, don’t. I can see you’re kind and you’re different, and I’m here for you when you’re ready.
[she kisses him]
Baby: What are you doing tomorrow?
Deborah: Uh, you tell me.
[referring to Samm]
Nice Lady Teller: That your boy?
Baby: Sure. Yeah, he sure is.
Nice Lady Teller: How old is he?
Baby: They grow up so freaking fast, don’t they?
[the teller laughs]
Nice Lady Teller: Does he have a name?
Baby: You have a name, don’t you?
Nice Lady Teller: Well, Samm, I got a mint with your name on it.
Samm: You have a mint that says “Samm”?
Nice Lady Teller: Aw. Sweet.
Baby: Are you here tomorrow?
Nice Lady Teller: Sure am. Working nine to five, just like Dolly.
Baby: Oh, Dolly Parton. Yeah. I like her.
Nice Lady Teller: Mm, who doesn’t? “Everybody wants happiness, nobody wants pain. But you can’t have a rainbow without a little rain.” Wise lady.
Baby: Yeah, she sure is.
Nice Lady Teller: Hm. Bye.
[Baby calls Deborah]
Baby: I just wanted to hear your voice.
Deborah: Am I still seeing you later?
Baby: I have to drive again.
Deborah: Oh, okay. Thought y’all were done with that.
Baby: So did I. It’s not what I want.
Deborah: And what do you want, Baby?
Baby: I want us to head west on twenty, in a car we can’t afford, with a plan we don’t have. Keep driving and never stop.
Deborah: Are you serious?
Baby: I am, Deborah. You in?
Deborah: I’m in, Baby.
Baby: See you soon.
Bats: [to Baby] Come on, you’re going in with us. We might not be leaving in this. And, uh, find something funky on there. Just in case we got to rip this joint up.
Armie: What’s with the earbuds? Recording this or something?
Buddy: It’s just his music.
Bats: Yeah, he’s loony. He just like his tunes.
Armie: What’s he listening to?
Bats: How the f*** I know? Let me check.
[he takes one of Baby’s earbuds and puts it in his ear to listen]
Bats: 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, right?
Bats: I don’t know. You still alive, right?
Bats: Then I guess we ain’t never met.
Buddy: Bats, you are f***ing crazy.
Bats: When your folks name you Bats, you’re going to end up crazy.
Buddy: I don’t doubt you’re crazy, but your real name is not Bats.
Bats: So says you.
Darling: You think my real name’s Darling?
Buddy: Yeah, or Buddy? No, they’re nicknames. Code names, monikers.
Bats: So, what’s your real name, Darling?
Darling: Monica. Hey, I thought we weren’t allowed to discuss names.
Bats: We’re not. Baby, what’s your real name? Huh?
[Baby doesn’t reply]
Bats: Look, here’s the deal. You rob to support a drug habit. I do drugs to support a robbery habit.
Buddy: That’s clever.
Bats: That’s my job, see. It’s you two who’s on vacation.
Buddy: So you doubt our credentials?
Bats: Wall Street, right?
Buddy: Doc tell you that?
Bats: Doc ain’t tell me s**t. Just an educated guess from an uneducated man.
Buddy: Well, Bats, I would be fascinated to hear your thoughts on the matter.
Bats: Tell me if I’m way off, Buddy. You were a stockbroker. Maybe a different wife, maybe kids. You stack your paper, but you say s**t like, “Work hard, play harder,” but you play a little too hard. You rack up debt, the type of debt that’d make a white man blush. Maybe you get into a little trouble. Maybe you get your hand caught in the corporate cookie jar. Maybe you leave and run off to the desert. Maybe with your favorite lap dancer in tow. Maybe you disappear into a world consisting of three things, money, sex, drugs and action. Oh, s**t, that’s four. Am I close?
Bats: This how I look at it. You guys just think this is a trip. Either way, if you are Wall Street, you’re a bigger f***ing crook than I could ever be.
Darling: I’m going to go right ahead and speak for the two of us.
Darling: You think you know us? You don’t. You think you’re the last word in crazy? You’re not. And believe me when I tell you, you don’t want to see my Buddy mad. You haven’t seen how relentless he is. Because when he sees red, you will see nothing but black.
[Bats claps mockingly and chuckles]
Bats: You hear that, Speedy? That’s some Oscar s**t right there. That was nice. Did you rehearse that? You see this s**t, Baby? See, now this is a prime example of a man who loves a woman. You guys are perfect for each other. I mean that.
Darling: This s**t is banana’s, Doc.
[pointing a gun at a woman in her car]
Baby: Get out of the car.
Carjack Lady: No.
Baby: Get out of the car, lady.
Carjack Lady: Yes. Yeah. Getting out. Getting out of the car.
[she gets out of the car]
Carjack Lady: I’m getting… Oh, my God! Oh, my purse!
[after finding the right music to listen to, Baby turns the car around and throws the woman’s purse to her]
Baby: I’m sorry, ma’am.
[Baby drives off in her car]
Carjack Lady: God. What the f***!
[referring to Deborah]
Buddy: Is she a good girl? You love her?
Baby: Yes, I do.
Buddy: That’s too bad.
Buddy: Song is over, Baby. But I’m afraid you still have to face the music.
Deborah: What’s happening, Baby?
Baby: I have to go.
Deborah: No, I’m coming with you.
Baby: You and I are a team.
Doc: Don’t feed me any more lines from Monsters, Inc. It pi**es me off! It’s one of Samm’s favorites. I thought it sounded familiar, you little s**t.
Baby: I’m not your lucky charm anymore. But I’m standing here asking for your help.
Doc: There’s nothing I can do for you, kid. Why should I, after what you’ve done to me?
[last lines: Baby is reading a letter from Deborah she’s sent him while in prison]
Deborah: Hey Baby. You know, it’s funny. Even though I heard it so many times in the court case, I still can’t get used to the fact that your real name is Miles. It’s a cool name though. I can think of a lot of great Miles songs. But we still have to get through all those Baby songs first. I can’t wait until the day when it’s just us, music and the road. See you later, Baby. All my love, Deborah.
What do you think of Baby Driver quotes? Let us know in the comments below as we’d love to know.