Mack Cars Quotes

What are you doing?" Mack yelled. The Russian vaulted over the hood of a car and came to a stop on the sidewalk. "Because it's grand gesture," he said. Mack grinned and patted his shoulder. "And we always run for grand gesture.

Sir, don’t make a bigger fool out of yourself because I promise you, if my car is not here when I leave service today . . . just pray for rapture.

I could safely say I would rather be sunburnt at the lake, covered in skeeter bites, trying to kill a water moccasin with a flip-flop, than be in the trunk of a kidnapper’s car.

Doc turned in the seat and looked back. The disappearing sun shone on his laughing face, his gay and eager face. With his left hand he held the bucking steering wheel. Cannery Row looked after the ancient car. It made the first turn and was gone from sight behind a warehouse just as the sun was gone. Fauna said, 'I wonder if I'd be safe to put up her gold star tonight. What the hell's the matter with you, Mack?' Mack said, 'Vice is a monster so frightful of mien, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.' He put his arm around Hazel's shoulders. 'I think you'd of made a hell of a president,' he said.

Enough with the sound effects. You’re not fucking race cars.

You’re so annoying.” “No, you’re annoying!” “I know you are, but what am I?” “Oh good God.” Olivia buries her face behind her hand. “Children,” Mom warns. “Get along.” “You’re lucky I love you,” Carter mutters when he opens the car door for us. “You’re lucky I don’t kick your ass.” His face shatters with a wide grin. “Get in the damn car.

You’re kidding, right? The whole town will know where we are just by the idle on that thing.” He feigned a look of shock. “That thing is a 1966 GTO. It has a name, okay? It’s Mack—as in ‘to mack on women.’ I rebuilt it last year, and I was told the engine makes girls hot.” “Someone actually used those words? Is it true?” “TBD,” he said. “You’re goofy. Let’s ride in my Jeep. Its name is Jeep.” Quinn chuckled. “Kavanagh has a smart mouth.

Oh wait.” I roll down the window. “I forgot to mention this a couple weeks ago, but your wife wants you to fuck her like you mean it.” Carter stares. “What?” “You cannot poke your baby in the eye, Carter.” He glances at his crotch. “Are you sure? I’m pretty well-endow—” “Stop.” I hold up a hand. “Please stop. My God, what is this life I’m leading?” I sigh. “Okay. Thanks for the car. I’ll take care of her, hopefully. You take care of your wife. Bye. I’m going now. Good-bye.

Everyone says it's wrong, 'drinking and driving', don't they. I can tell you two things that are far more dangerous than 'drinking and driving': 1. 'drinking'; 2. 'driving'. Do you know how many people were killed last year in Britain as a direct result of alcohol abuse?--thirty-five-thousand! Do you know how many people were killed as a direct result of driving a car?--twenty-two-thousand! Do you know how many people were killed as a direct result of drinking _and_ driving?--five-hundred! ::pauses:: I'm not taking any fuckin' chances! ::swigs his beer::

After earning a degree in Marketing at Auburn University, I spent the next five years in the business world, which is a polite way of saying that I had eleven jobs in a five-year period, including door to door sales, skip tracing people who didn’t want to be found, repossessing cars and collecting on defaulted student loans. During this five-year period, I did an in-depth study of abnormal psychology and sociopathic behavior – and then I divorced him.

I’ll never stop loving you, even if you’ve broken me beyond repair.” I don’t know if that makes me weak or brave. I just know that even though I get in the car, throw it in reverse and start backing out of the driveway, it’s the last thing I want to do.

When I get his voice mail a fourth time after work, I wind up sitting in my car out front of the house that was supposed to be my home, the one that’s been my home all these months, simply because of the person inside it, the memories made within the walls.

Trust me, princess, it’ll get boring fast.” My nose scrunches. “I’m not a princess.” He hits me with a wink, shifting the car back into gear. “You’re my princess.

There was the night in Ocean City, on the rides, spinning on the Sizzler or riding the bumper cars. The dinner at Mack & Manco Pizza and cheese hoagies from Sack O’ Subs, dripping in oil and red wine vinegar, opened in paper at the beach.

I don’t care about lots of money or materialistic crap, that stuff cannot make you happy. It can make you believe that you are happy for a little while, but it is not true happiness. Houses fall apart, vehicles break down, jewelry gets stolen and money certainly does not buy everything.

Carter follows me as I slip out into the garage, and the only word he seems to be able to say is no as he watches me slip the key to his truck off my key ring and grab my car keys off the hook. I haven’t driven this thing in four months and the only way I know it’ll still run is because Carter turns it on once a week to keep the battery from dying. So considerate, always.

But it is. This life we’ve built together, the future I put so much stock in, the forever I was so sure about it. It’s been doused in gasoline, torched. My heart will never be the same after Carter Beckett. Carter steps away from the car, allowing me to open the door. I throw my bag across the seat and start sliding in. “I love you.” His words are shattered, gutting. “I love you, Ollie.

Santa," said the little boy in Mack's arms. "Satan," Mack corrected him. "Satan! Satan!

And it was quite some butt, Mack had to admit, particularly in those blue jeans. It might wind up crushing a man, but he'd sure as hell die happy.

I saw her last night. Only for two minutes, but she smiled at me. Three times she smiled at me. And she let me open the car door for her, and she waved good-bye, and I…I think that’s good, right? I think it means she might give me a chance. Do you think she’s gonna give me a chance?

First of all, it would be the last thing I’d want to do and the last thing you’d want too; let’s be honest. I’d leave beyond angry with myself and you’d pretend you were done with me, that it was for the best. Then you’d get inside, put on your pajamas, have five minutes to cool down, and realize you’re angry with yourself too. You’d cry over our fight, like you’re doing now, because you’d feel bad that you hurt me with your words. And me?” He gestures at himself as he looks me over, watching my tears continue to fall. “I’d get home, be pissed at myself for letting you walk away, leaving you when you’re upset and vulnerable, that you’re once again dealing with the consequences of my reckless past choices. And I’d get in my car and drive all the way back to you.” He captures my chin, dipping his face to mine. “I’d throw you over my shoulder if I had to, but I wouldn’t need to, because the second you saw me, you’d fling your arms around me and cry. And you know what I’d do, Olivia?” His nose touches mine,

Are you sure you don’t want to drink tonight?” She slaps my hand and stuffs it in the middle console. “We can take an Uber home.” “Nah, I’m good.” “Well, if you change your—” “I won’t. I’m gonna fuck your mouth later, and something about me being drunk and you being sober while I do it doesn’t sit right with me.” Jennie doesn’t even miss a beat as she stares out the window. “Whether you’re drunk or sober isn’t gonna stop me from sitting on your face and coming all over your tongue.” She looks my way with a dazzling grin as I leave the car idling on the street, slack jawed, and she squeezes my thigh, right next to my cock. “Ready, big guy?

I don’t think I have slow and gentle in me today, Ollie.” “Is that right?” I gasp as his teeth bite down on the delicate spot on my neck, just below my ear. “No. I’m gonna love you hard today, and I’ll only know I’ve done my job right if I have to carry you down to the car when we’re done. That all right with you, princess?” “Every way you love me is perfect.” He chuckles softly against my skin before he sinks inside me. “That’s good, ’cause I love you in a million different ways, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life showing you how.