Obviously it's critical that the three cars are able to contribute to the program. I think that certainly has given much of the reason as to why we did so well at Indy over the last several years.
If you drive a car, I'll tax the street; if you try to sit, I'll tax your seat; if you get too cold, I'll tax the heat; if you take a walk, I'll tax your feet.
She don't only believe in Shoes & cars.... She do believe in Super Star. That's the kind of girl you need bro, the girl that will believe in you & support your career.
Growing up in the Sacramento Valley in the '70s, we were all pretty big into cars. Of course, I had to nerd out and be a fan of Bob Tullius' Group 44 Jaguars instead of Corvettes/Camaros.
Finally, slowly, drippingly, degrade the term Choice down to its most meager means: The red car not the black one. The 9:25 showing, not the 7:15. Ritz not Wheat Thins.
I'm a total petrolhead. My three brothers and I used to ride scrambling bikes in the field near where we lived. We all liked cars. I've always loved the smell of an engine.
... A man's wife can hold him devilish uneasy, if she begins to scold and fret, and perplex him, at a time when he has a full load for a railroad car on his mind already.
If you ever find yourself on a path that just doesn't feel safe anymore, you have every right to stop the car. Get out - change your shoes and start walking.
Once Iraq became a hot bed for kidnapping, reporters had to use every kind of trick they could manage to avoid it. This included chase cars, security men for more prosperous agencies and networks, and GPS signals on satellite phones that could pinpoi...
Dr. Alan Grant: [All of a sudden their electric car stops] What did I touch? Dr. Ian Malcolm: Uh, you didn't touch anything. We stopped.
Sonny: You borrow my car. And then you give her the test. Calogero 'C' Anello: What? The Mario test? Sonny: Mario? Mario's a fucking psycho.
Dragline: [watching sexy girl wash a car] My Lord, whatever I done, don't strike me blind for another couple of minutes.
Celie: [on leaving the farm in Shug's car, shouting to Albert] I'm poor, black, I might even be ugly, but dear God, I'm here. I'm here.
[U-96 puts to sea among cheering crowds. Thomsen pulls up in his car] Capt. Lt. Philipp Thomsen: Hail and victory and sink 'em all!
[Hoke is trailing Daisy in the car as she walks to the supermarket] Daisy Werthan: What are you doing? Hoke Colburn: I'm tryin' to drive you to the store!
[Zeus and McClane have just stolen a man's car on the highway] Zeus: [to man] Hey! Who was the 21st President? Man: Go fuck yourself!
Tyler Durden: It could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you're sleeping and toss it out the window of a moving car. Narrator: There's always that.
[Bill Foster exits his car in the middle of the highway] Guy on Freeway: Hey, where do you think you're going? Bill Foster: I'm going home!
Raoul Duke: Our vibrations were getting nasty. But why? Was there no communication in this car? Had we deteriorated to the level of dumb beasts?
Frank Sachs: You can take my car, a convertible. Do you drive? Melvin Udall: Like the wind, BUT I'M NOT DOIN' IT! Carol Connelly: Gettin' loud.
James Bond: [after Tilly Masterson honks her horn and passes Bond's car, he restrains himself from chasing after her] Discipline, 007. Discipline.
