You're just like my wife, mister. You don't understand the economics of the situation....

[Henry is complaing about how hard it is to get a cab in New York] Feinberg, Taxi Driver: You're just like my wife, mister. You don't understand the economics of the situation. Henry Tyroon: Then teach me. I'm interested in the economics of about every situation. Feinberg, Taxi Driver: Well, there are 11,000 cabs in the city - and no new permits for the next twenty-five years. Now suppose you wanna buy a cab and start hackin'... you gotta get a new permit, too. Now the tab on a new permit is eighteen thousand five hundred on the open market. Henry Tyroon: And how much did your cab cost, Mister [looks at driver's ID] Henry Tyroon: Feinberg? Feinberg, Taxi Driver: Thirty-three hundred... new. Henry Tyroon: Mm-hmm. Then that makes your investment, uh, with the permit, come to about $22,000. Feinberg, Taxi Driver: Yeah. But don't tell my wife... she'll think I'm rich. Henry Tyroon: Mm-hmm. Mr. Feinberg, I'll give you $24,000 for your cab and permit. Feinberg, Taxi Driver: You wanna buy the cab? Henry Tyroon: Right. But you come along with it. I'll need your services for a week, maybe two. Feinberg, Taxi Driver: No, look, mister, I can't sell the cab. I need it. Henry Tyroon: Well, I figured that. So, when I leave I'll sell it back to you for... $22,000. Feinberg, Taxi Driver: You wanna lose two grand just to keep your feet dry when it starts to rain? Henry Tyroon: I don't lose, Mr. Feinberg. See, I borrow the money and then I get a deduction on the loan interest and another on the depreciation and another on the loss when I sell it back to you. And you make a nice profit. Feinberg, Taxi Driver: You win and I win. Uh-uh, there's gotta be a loser somewhere. Henry Tyroon: Taxman loses. He usually does on a Henry Tyroon deal. Feinberg, Taxi Driver: Mister, you've just got yourself a taxi.