Take air quality in the United States today: It's about 30 percent better than it was 25 years ago, even though there are now more people driving more cars.
I don't even like old cars. I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake.
Smokey and The Bandit was just a lark. All we did was run up and down those Georgia roads wrecking cars and having the time of our life.
The kiss is neither returned nor exchanged, because it's free. (Le baiser n'est ni repris - Ni échangé, car gratuit.)
I don't think I'm a celebrity. I'm just a guy from east Texas who loves cars and airplanes.
Getting comprehensively lost in a car with a full tank of petrol at someone else's expense, you can't beat it.
Everyone would have bigger and safer cars if they didn't have those CAFE standards: corporate average fuel economy.
Any customer can have a car painted any colour that he wants so long as it is black.
The cars haven't advanced that much since we were kids. When you boil it down, it's still a gas combustion engine.
I think that emotions affect you as much as x-rays and vitamins and car crashes.
We take better care of the maintenance of our cars than we take care of the maintenance of our bodies.
Thoughts are supreme. It is driving the car we call life. So to reach the deserved destination think right.
New technologies such as solar systems or hybrid cars aren't created overnight. By extending these tax credits we are giving this industry time to grow, branch out and succeed.
I'm really looking forward to a time when generations after us look back and say how ridiculous it was that humans were driving cars.
I think I'd just like to get in a time machine and travel and never come back. The '20s would be an incredible place to be, dressing up in tuxedos with fancy cars. That sounds incredible.
Louis: [clinging to the automobile in the chase sequence] I'd really prefer to be in the car, Mother!
Lefty: If anything should happen to me... make sure Annette gets the car.
Phil: [driving a car on the train tracks] We could do whatever we want.
Danny Butterman: [running to police car] I'll drive! Nicholas Angel: SHOTGUN! Nicholas Angel: Punch!... That!... Shit!
Stu Price: Whoah, we're not leaving a baby in the car. Phil Wenneck: He'll be fine. I cracked a window.
Violet Bick: [being dragged into a squad car by police] That sailor's a liar!
