This is perfect for India because everyone who comes here gets the trots.

Change gear, change gear, check mirror, murder a prostitute, change gear, change gear, murder. That's a lot of effort in a day.

Asking the front wheels of a car to do their normal job of steering while handling more than 170 is like asking a man to wire a plug while juggling. Penguins. While making love. To a beautiful woman while on fire, on stage. In front of the Queen. It's all going to go wrong.

Mix an anorexic body with a heart made of pure fire and you are going to go with a savagery that's hard to explain.

I don't often agree with the RSPCA as I believe it is an animal's duty to be on my plate at supper time.

You know what, I distinctly remember my boat blew up and I was killed!

You're a car, but most of all, what you are, what you've become, is a mate. And that's what makes a car special. That's what makes a car great. You start to think of it as a person. You start to love it.