“I’m not a collector. I don’t like the toy cupboard syndrome that causes so many good cars to evaporate.”

I want to express myself in a different way. I have a performing inclination.

We put a lot more value, or at least I personally put a lot more value, on the creative values and creative challenges of something than the commercial necessities.

I enjoy it when it’s over! I enjoy whatever success we have. If an audience finds it funny, then it’s been worth it.

Look, if I’d wanted a lecture on the rights of man, I’d have gone to bed with Martin Luther.

Mr. Bean had a very good chance of being successful and long-running.

Mr. Bean is at his best when he is not using words, but I am equally at home in both verbal and nonverbal expression.

I think I have an inner confidence that my tastes are pretty simple, that what I find funny finds a wide audience.

If you want to be strong learn to live alone.

I think you’re bound to get a sense of any character that you play. It’s not something you often do in comedy.

Enjoy your own company instead of expecting someone else make you happy.

I would never wish to say that I’ve finally waved goodbye to any character, it’s just that the emphasis tends to shift.

Nope, I don’t enjoy work generally. Not because I’m lazy; it’s just all so stressful and worrying.

I have a problem with Porsches. They’re wonderful cars, but I know I could never live with one.

Marketing is what gets you noticed, and that side of it something – this side of it, if you like, doing interviews – is the side of it that I least enjoy, and yet is 50% of the project.

We must be allowed to insult each other.

I can be reasonably funny and light-hearted when I’m in the company of good friends, but I’m not a jokesmith. I tend to be quite serious.

My first job was working for my dad. He was a used-car dealer, and I used to wash the cars down, clean them out, and so on. I would do stuff for him pretty much every day. It was quite a good job, to be honest.

A car crossed two lanes of traffic, flipped, and landed on my dad’s car. I don’t blame cars. My dad loved cars. I don’t have many memories of my dad. The love of cars is all I have of him, really.

I’m not like a car you can fix up. I’m never gonna run right.

I was so poor for so long that I didn’t use anything. I didn’t drive cars, I didn’t eat very much. So, I figured the world owed me a debt, so I’ve been eating very well and have had a very big car for a long time. But I still haven’t caught up with my youth.

Women are like cars: we all want a Ferrari, sometimes want a pickup truck, and end up with a station wagon.

I wasn’t stealing cars at like, six. But I’ve always been bad.

I go to movies, go out with friends, go to car shows. I have a zoo.

I was always quite good at fixing and working with cars. My dad’s always dealt cars, and I’ve always been brought up around them. They’re one of the things I’ve always been interested in.