Drive (I) (2011)

Carey Mulligan: Irene

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• Standard : Do you want to hear how mommy and me met?

  Benicio : Yeah.

  Standard : Yeah? Okay. We were at a party. And she was nineteen years old.

  Irene : Seventeen.

  Standard : You weren't seventeen.

  Irene : I was.

  Standard : Wow. So it was illegal.

  [laughs] 

  Standard : All right. So I illegally walked over to a seventeen year old girl. And I walk up and I say, "Hello, Miss. What is your name?" And she didn't say anything. And then I said, "Well my name is Standard Gabriel." Then what did you say?

  Irene : I said, "Where's the deluxe version?"

• Irene : [as music blares from her apartment]  Sorry about the noise.

  Driver : I was going to call the cops.

  Irene : I wish you would.

• Irene : What do you do?

  Driver : I drive.

  Irene : Like a limo driver?

  Driver : No, like, for movies.

  Irene : Oh. You mean all the car chases and stuff?

  Driver : Yeah.

  Irene : Isn't that dangerous?

  Driver : It's only part-time. Mostly I work at a garage.

• Driver : I don't have wheels on my car.

  Irene : [laughing]  Okay.

  Driver : It's one thing you should know about me.

• Shannon : You two know each other?

  Driver : [smiling while walking by]  Don't.

  Shannon : [excited]  Oh, look at that!

  Irene : We're neighbors.

  Shannon : Neighbors? Very good. Well, we'll try to be neighborly, too.

• Shannon : [about Driver]  You know, he walked into my shop here about five or six years ago, right out of the blue asking for a job. So I put him to the test to see what he could do. The kid's amazing.

  Irene : Yeah.

  Shannon : So I hired him on the spot. Boom.

  [snaps fingers] 

  Shannon : At about half the wages I normally pay. He didn't blink an eye.

  [to Driver] 

  Shannon : Hey kid, come over here for a second, will you?

  [back to Irene] 

  Shannon : And I have been exploiting him ever since.

  [Shannon laughs] 

  Shannon : Don't tell him.

• Irene : [referring to a photo]  That's Benicio's father

  Driver : Where is he?

  Irene : He's in prison.

  Driver : Oh.