A few minutes later, a second cab rolled up and parked ahead of Moe.

I didn't see a purple-and-blue cab parked anywhere.

After the cab parked somewhere, he would announce himself as a passenger.

He saw Moe's cab parked across the way and made for it.

But then the cab parked across 86th went into action.

That was, he said, beneath his dignity, but he spotted a cab parked at a curb and compromised.

I was told to come along this street until I saw a cab parked the wrong way, with only one light on.

In the 'free enterprise' chaos of vehicles circling for position outside the terminal, the cab parked quietly at the centre was a sore thumb.

The cab parked in front of The Last Resort.

Moe's cab had parked in the side street; the driver was flashing a signal.