Oh. ♪ Oh, oh, Debora ♪ Always look like a zeb-ora ♪ "A zeb-ora"? Like a zebra, I guess. Yeah. Well, I'm wearing black and white, so you can call me Deebra.
Baby Driver
5.9s
What's with the earbuds? Recording this or something? It's just his music. Yeah, he's loony. He's just like his tunes.
Baby Driver
1.6s
You can tell me.
Baby Driver
3.6s
Your name? Well, you can get that for free.
Baby Driver
8.4s
Here, it's okay. - Bring your sorry ass over! - God damn it! Shit! - Baby, what are you doing? - Here, take him. Leave the baby in the car. Leave the baby in the car! Get your damn weird ass over here now!
Baby Driver
1.2s
I miss her.
Baby Driver
11.9s
Actually, I actually got Debora on here. Okay, what? How many of those do you have? Oh, I got different iPods for different days and moods. Oh. And you're in a pink and glittery mood.
Baby Driver
3s
Go. I'll deal with the cops.
Baby Driver
2.3s
- Here you are, madam. - Thank you very much.
Baby Driver
5.8s
T.Rex? Uh, yeah. I've heard of them, but don't know that one. How's it go?
Baby Driver
5.8s
Bank robbers. Whatever. It's got to be ready for an 8:30 start in the a.m. Questions?
Baby Driver
8.1s
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 Driver
6.3s
Questions? Well, ain't y'all cute. That's my Baby. Fuck your Baby.
Baby Driver
23.4s
Hat? Huh? Your tattoo says, "Hat." Yeah. It used to say "Hate." But to increase my chances of employment, I got the "E" removed. How's that working out for you? Who doesn't like hats? So, Doc, how many jobs you done with the kid? If you can't take my word for him, then get back in that fucking elevator. You never heard of the Spirit of 85?
Baby Driver
11.6s
Stay down. Stay down. ♪ Neat neat neat ♪ She ain't got no name to call Neat neat neat ♪ She can't afford no cannon ♪ Neat neat neat ♪
Baby Driver
14.9s
What's in there is ours. It belongs to us. They took our money, our hard-earned paper. They snuck in when we were asleep last night and took the pants off the chair and emptied our wallets. They got what's rightfully ours.
Baby Driver
48.9s
The joyrider? Yeah. The ghost that baited cops doing 130 on 85. Headlights off, brake lights disconnected. He drove 'em around in circles on Spaghetti Junction. Left 'em in the dust every time. That was our boy there. Wasn't that, like, 10 years ago? Yeah. Well, like I said, that was our boy. He's been boosting cars since he was old enough to see over the dash. He stole my Mercedes. Had a lot of merch in it. I watched him do it, too. I didn't stop him, though, 'cause I was just blinded by the balls on that kid. 'Course he didn't know who I was, or the worth of the junk in the trunk once he dumped it, but once I tracked him down, I made sure to tell him who I was, what I was capable of, and how much he owed me. And since he's been paying me back, he's also shown me what he's capable of. Wow. I just drew a whole goddamn map in chalk while we've been standing here squawking. That's pretty fucking impressive, right? Shop, let's talk it. Baby, you with us?
