You see, I don't know how to ride a motorcycle, actually.

I rode it once, which was up the driveway in the opening credits of the show. I didn't know how to stop it. I actually nearly killed the director of photography, and I smashed into the sound truck.

That problem has been going on since men and women and their children moved from the plains and into caves. How many times have you heard Howard Cunningham talking to Marian about shopping? Too many.

Your mind knows only some things. Your inner voice, your instinct, knows everything. If you listen to what you know instinctively, it will always lead you down the right path.

Note to self: Never ride a motorcycle in stilettos and a miniskirt.

...I didn't want to be a passenger on someone else's motorcycle.
I wanted to be the one riding that motherfucker.