I love driving fast. I grew up in Germany; we have the Autobahn here, where we can drive without a speed limit. And throughout my 20s, I always had fast cars, and I always went to the maximum. Like, my average cruising speed was 250 km/hr.
So here we are. The two of us. Me and this geezer I gotta kill. Sittin here in a car showroom office, lookin at each other, lettin Shostakovich's Fifth Symphony take us to places too beautiful and too fuckin sad for words.
I've decided to recast myself as Utopian. I like this landscape of the M25 and Heathrow. I like airfreight offices and rent-a-car bureaus. I like dual carriageways. When I see a CCTV camera, I know I'm safe.
I always say it took me 10 minutes to write 'Cars,' but if I am honest it could have been even less than that - and it has been a really successful song over the years. It is still massively used, in advertising, in films, and people do cover version...
You hear about things happening to people - they slip in the bathtub, fall down the stairs, step off the curb in London because they think that the cars come the other way - and they die. You feel you want to die making an effort at something; you do...
Survivors look back and see omens, messages they missed. They remember the tree that died, the gull that splattered onto the hood of the car. They live by symbols. They read meaning into the barrage of spam on the unused computer, the delete key that...
Cindy: [Cindy runs to the car while Dean saunters] Fuck! Give me the keys. I fucking want a divorce! [Dean pauses, sucks his ring finger, removes his ring and throws it into the bushes]
Graham: That is a nice gun. Ria: Well, the car is registered to a Cindy Bradley. And that's not Cindy. That is a William Lewis. [hands him a wallet] Ria: Found under the front seat. Hollywood Division. Graham: Looks like Detective Conklin shot himsel...
Hoke Colburn: [Hoke and Idella are walking to Daisy's house and notice Boolie's car in the driveway] Now what do you suppose he's doin' here this early in the mornin'? Idella: Dunno... can't be good, I promise you that!
Helen: [on the phone] Hello? Marge: [on the phone] Hi. Yeah, it's Marge. Listen, I was standing outside talking to Carol, and Peg drove by. And she had somebody with her in the car. Helen: [on the phone] Did you get a good look at it?
[Jean is making noise in the back of the car] Gaear Grimsrud: Shut the fuck up! Or I'll throw you back in the trunk, you know? Carl Showalter: Jesus, that's more than I've heard you say all week.
Richard Nixon: [Watching Frost head for his car] You mean to say he just paid me two hundred grand for a visit? Jack Brennan: Yeah. Richard Nixon: Huh. If I'd known that I would invited him for tea.
Roman: [at Han's funeral] Promise me something, Brian. I don't wanna go to any more funerals. Brian O'Conner: Only one more. [spots Deckard Shaw's car driving by] Brian O'Conner: His.
[Gesturing to a crushed car] Auric Goldfinger: Forgive me, Mr. Bond, but, uh... I must arrange to separate my gold from the late Mr. Solo. James Bond: As you said, he had a pressing engagement.
Sue Lor: Kind of ironic, isn't it? Walt Kowalski: What is? Sue Lor: Thao washing your car after he tried to steal it. Walt Kowalski: And if he misses a spot, he has to do it all over again.
Mike Tyson: By the way man, where you get that cop car from? Stu Price: We uh, stole it from these dumbass cops. Mike Tyson: *Nice*! [laughing] Mike Tyson: *Nice*! High five there!... That's nice!
Carl Fogaty: There. You see how cozy it can be when you decide to play nice? Now come, Joey. Get in the car. You won't need your toothbrush. We'll take care of everything.
Ellie Andrews: I'll stop a car, and I won't use my thumb! Peter Warne: What're you gonna do? Ellie Andrews: It's a system all my own.
Lucius: It was fun the first time, but if we keep doing this, we're gonna get... Bob: [listening to radio] A fire! We're close! Yeah, baby! Lucius: ...caught. [the car peels out of the alley] Bob: Fire! Yeah!
Ellen Brody: Martin hates boats. Martin hates water. Martin... Martin sits in his car when we go on the ferry to the mainland. I guess it's a childhood thing. It's a... there's a clinical name for it isn't there? Brody: Drowning.
Nola Rice: I want an Aston Martin or one of those vintage convertible Mercedes. Tom Hewett: When we're married, we'll collect vintage cars. Just as long as I can have a DB9 with all the trim.
