I play the harmonica. The only way I can play is if I get my car going really fast, and stick it out the window.

I have bad reflexes. I was once run over by a car being pushed by two guys.

(On seeing a former lover for the first time in years) I thought I told you to wait in the car.

Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.

A car is useless in New York, essential everywhere else. The same with good manners.

We're in a giant car heading towards a brick wall and everyone's arguing over where they're going to sit.

Dogs feel very strongly that they should always go with you in the car, in case the need should arise for them to bark violently at nothing right in your ear.

When you first get money, you buy all these things so no one thinks you're mean, and you spread it around. You get a chauffeur and you find yourself thrown around the back of this car and you think, I was happier when I had my own little car! I could drive myself!

Design can never be an ultimate explanation for anything. It can only be a proximate explanation. A plane or a car is explained by a designer but that's because the designer himself, the engineer, is explained by natural selection.

To attract men, I wear a perfume called 'New Car Interior.'