Quotes About Mercedes

It was Mags' turn to snort. But most on it is there ain't 'nough space for him an' his ego t' be in th' same room at th' same time.

Good hips. Breed like cow, strong like bull, dumb like ox. Hitch to plow when horse dies.

Well, we could have just given him a horse and sent him on his way, but... Ancaladar ate the horse.

You wicked boy! You could never keep up with me! I've buried two husbands, and I've no patience for training up a third!

I wish there was a plague that would target only stupid people,: he thought stormily. :Life would be so much easier for all the people that were left.:

So we have talking cats now? Of course we have talking cats. We're lucky we don't have talking horses, with what we've put them all through. I should just be grateful that they aren't dictating orders.

Sixty points is massive, especially when you are racing a Mercedes with another 70 horsepower.

There's a black Mercedes rollin' through the combat zone Your servants are half dead; you're down to the bone Tell me, tall man, where would you like to be overthrown Maybe down in Jerusalem or Argentina? Angelina

I bought a brand-new Mercedes 190E and got a body kit put on in a garage in Swindon. That was a car I absolutely loved, it looked epic with the low skirts and everything.

A mile ahead the great eyes of the Mercedes hooded themselves as they went over the crest of Wrotham Hill and disappeared down into the moonlit panorama of the Weald of Kent.

When I raced with Mercedes, I thought Id learn German. But my wife didnt want to live in Germany.

I've sold my Mercedes and I'll be getting something electric. I work out of a thatch shed on the roof.

The older Mercedes is absolutely beautiful. It's got that lovely purring feeling as the engine ticks over, which you just don't get in a modern car.

I drive a Mercedes SLS, which is fun.

I bought a car, but not just any car; I bought a Volvo, which was the safest on the road at the time. It's not any more, so I upgraded to the Mercedes.

You know, I once leased a Mercedes because I got a good deal on it because of my first name.

Everybody out on the sidewalk is a pedestrian Mercedes, wallowing in entitlement—colliding, snarling, shoving ahead without even the hollow-to-begin-with local euphemism "Excuse me.

No. I'm not buying a shirt." I could buy you a shirt." I don't need you to buy me a shirt." Mercedes pulled him over to the nice GQ-dude who worked the department. "Tell him he needs a new shirt." I don't need a new shirt." Sir, you need a new shirt.

I love sports cars and want a Mercedes of an MG.

Give me those keys." "I will not!" "You win, Professor. I'll buy you a car. Now give me the damn keys." "I have a car." "A real car. A Mercedes, a BMW, whatever you want." "I don't want a Mercedes or a BMW." "That's what you think." "Stop bullying me." "I haven't even started.

Aside from my son, no person has ever shown for me the gentle concern I knew from Governor Adlai Stevenson.

On a hairpin turn, above the dead forest, on no day in particular, a white Toyota crashed into a black Mercedes, for a moment blending into a blur of gray.

Mercedes nursed a special grievance - the grievance of sex. She was pretty and soft, and had been chivalrously treated all her days. But the present treatment by her husband and brother was everything save chivalrous. It was her custom to be helpless. They complained. Upon which impeachment of what to her was her most essential sex pregorative, she made their lives unendurable.

Once I got into driving those little Mercedes convertibles, I just absolutely loved it. They feel really - great crash safety ratings, mechanically they're unbelievably sound, and I've been driving them ever since.