I mean, cabs, yellow cabs are like fuckin’ Blockbuster.
Ten years’ time, there ain’t gonna be no yellow cab no more.
And all the other guys, the ones with the apps, the ones that are, you know, taking over, they’re gonna be nothing but a blip on the screen in a fuckin’ blink of an eye, all said and done.
But when you hop in, it ain’t gonna be no human behind the wheel, I can tell you that.
You’ll order up a car, and that fuckin’ car will drive itself to wherever the fuck you want to go.
It won’t speed, it won’t stink, it won’t make you sick.
Won’t ever get lost.
Might even ask you how your day was.
Fuckin’ apps.
Fuckin’ apps, man.
Want some radio?
Not really.
Yeah.
Okay.
It’s nice you’re not on your phone.
You don’t have to keep talking to me or nothing but…
Just nice, you know?
To see a human not plugged in.
What’s your name?
I just like to know people’s names.
That’s sweet.
Clark.
Clark.
You thought I’d say Vinny or some shit.
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