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I play the harmonica. The only way I can play is if I get my car g

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. – Steven Wright

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I saw a bank that said 24 Hour Banking, but I dont have that much time. – Steven Wright

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The very first time I was on a car in Atlanta, I saw the conductor – all conductors are white – ask a Negro woman to get up and take a seat farther back in order to make a place for a white man. I have also seen white men requested to leave the Negro section of the car. – Ray Stannard Baker

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When I was living on the street I would be standing out in front of Graumans Chinese Theater, leaning against my car and signing autographs and nobody had any idea that I was living in it. – Danny Bonaduce

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So, I remember when I was a kid, I was waiting for my mom to come home when she was working late, and, you know, I was like, Oh my God, what happened to her? Is she OK? Did something happen to her getting in the car? I was a little kid. But those are actually early onsets of anxiety. – Vinny Guadagnino

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When I was in New York, I was making a living. We had a summer house and a car that I could put in a garage. Thats something for a stage actor. – William H. Macy

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