I used to hang out with grandfather all the time because he used to pick me up from school sometimes, or drive me to my mother's, so I'd be with my grandfather a lot. I used to watch him write his sermons.
The one I was driving for at the time, Nissan, they pulled out after they won the championship, because it was costing millions of pounds to do a national championship and ok, that might be ok when you're doing an international championship, but not ...
I've never wanted to be the ingenue. Now that I'm getting into my forties, I think my time as a woman has arrived; I think I might have a new moment in my career. I have that drive left - just for a little while.
I always admired Walt's optimism. He seemed to know the direction he was going to. When I was at the studio, I remember he kept driving all of us back down to a more fundamental level all the time.
Thinking fascinates me, and I probably spend too much time in my mind. My wife says that my perfect world is to be in the Suburban driving, with her next to me and the boys in the back seat and complete silence for two thousand miles.
I don't lobby where work is concerned. As long as I know I've got something coming up, I don't really worry. It's not that I'm not ambitious, but I don't have a drive to be hugely successful and be working all the time.
I'm a perfectionist, so I can drive myself mad - and other people, too. At the same time, I think that's one of the reasons I'm successful. Because I really care about what I do.
The other day at a drive-through, I reminded the teenage girl serving me that she forgot my drinks. She looked at me, hissed, rolled her eyes, and then took her sweet time getting me the sodas.
Real entrepreneurs have what I call the three Ps (and, trust me, none of them stands for 'permission'). Real entrepreneurs have a 'passion' for what they're doing, a 'problem' that needs to be solved, and a 'purpose' that drives them forward.
[to Hoke on his first day of work] Idella: I wouldn't be in your shoes if the Sweet Lord Jesus come down and asked me himself.
[after driving his car into a large crate, and getting caught in the car] Mr. French: Ah, fuck it. [Shoots himself, the car explodes]
Michael: Where's the playground? Elliot: It's near the preschool! Michael: Where's that? Elliot: I don't know streets! Mom always drives me! Michael: Son of a bitch.
Ninny Threadgoode: I wouldn't be afraid of death if I was you. I'd be more afraid of driving in rush hour traffic.
Michael: Fabrizzio, where are you going? [Apollonia hoots the car and starts to drive it; Fabrizzio gives a quick, furtive movement... ] Michael: NO! NO APOLLONIA! [the car explodes]
Mama Fratelli: Trust your dear old mother boys. Throw 'er into four-wheel drive and hold on to your hats.
Gas station attendant: Do you need any gas, Father? [the empty fuel gauge fills the screen just as Benjamin drives off]
Stu Price: We don't want to call attention to ourselves! Phil Wenneck: [while driving a squad car on the sidewalk and using the loudspeaker] Attention! Attention!
Aurelia: [in Portuguese] I will miss you. And your very slow typing... and your very bad driving.
Sheila: What do you want? Pete Dayton: Wanna go for a drive? Sheila: [coyly] I don't know. Pete Dayton: Get in, baby.
Emmet: [while driving] I wanna go home! [a house lands in the middle of the roadway and Emmet crashes into it] Emmet: That's not what I meant!
Vin: [Chris is driving the hearse up to Boot Hill; Vin is riding shotgun] Never rode shotgun on a hearse before.
