A Quote by Bill Cosby

I've got a Ferrari. VROOM! I do 104 from the garage to the front door. — © Bill Cosby
I've got a Ferrari. VROOM! I do 104 from the garage to the front door.
Ferrari used to be the car that you kept in your garage, took out to polish and show, and put back into the garage.
I got a garage door opener. It can't close. Just open.
Oh that's what he left? Let his mama pick it up. Might back up on it, VROOM VROOM wit the pick-up truck.
If you're in a garage band, it's about being better than the band in the next-door garage. But in the folk tradition, it's more a vibe of sharing.
I've always said that I'm an employee and I respect that status but I'm the type of guy who walks in the front door and I'll walk out the front door if it's not right.
My next door neighbor just had a pacemaker installed. They're still working the bugs out, though. Every time he makes love, my garage door opens.
That was my dream, to drive for Ferrari, but I am not a kid any more. If Ferrari is the best team and if I get the chance to drive for Ferrari, it would be with pleasure.
My mom used to play, so she had rackets around the house. We hit on the garage door for a little while, and then she got mad, so we went to a local racket club and took lessons.
I came from the independent scene, and I've wrestled in front of a crowd of four people in a car lot in 104 degrees in Fayetteville, North Carolina.
I've got a sponge front door. Hey, don't knock it.
When I was in Philadelphia during the Depression in 1930 or '31, I got a very sad job as a night watchman in a garage. The cars in the garage had been abandoned by their owners, since they had lost their jobs and couldn't keep up the payments.
I think a 23-page ordinary comic is an investment for the artist, but if you're doing something 60 to 104 pages, that's a really big investment for an artist. So unless you've got someone who wants to pay you while you're doing it or up front, it's kind hard to get someone to do that with you, unless you're the artist yourself.
Remember Haydn's 104 symphonies. Not all of them were great. But there were 104 of them.
I grew up where, when a door closed, a window didn't open. The only thing I had was cracks. I'd do everything to get through those cracks - scratch, claw, bite, push, bleed. Now the opportunity is here. The door is wide open, and it's as big as a garage.
I saw him making love to you, you forgot to close the garage door.
I moved into an all-electric house. I forgot and left the porch light on all day. When I got home the front door wouldn't open.
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