— So now that I know your taste in cars, tell me, what about your women?
— It all starts with the eyes. She's got to have those kind of eyes that can look right through the bullshit to the good in someone.
20% angel, 80% devil. Down to earth.
Ain't afraid to get a little engine grease under her fingernails.
There was a time when I didn't know you. That was in the third grade!