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.