The wussiest thing a guy can do is drive a clean truck. Dents, scratches and mud - that's manly.

I don't think I'm a bigot or a racist. But I have a truck, a Blazer. I drink beer. There are some women I do hate.

I don't love being an actor, but I'm not qualified to be anything else. I was an auto mechanic and drove a tow truck and tried to go to school to be a paramedic.

When I got outta High School I was driving a truck. I was just a poor boy from Memphis, Memphis.

Seeing a catering truck feels like home.

I'd got hit by a mail truck. Broke my leg in two places. Had a cast on for about six months. I was in the first grade. Second half of first grade.

I love to deer hunt and fish and drive down the back roads in my truck. All those things basically equal freedom to me - and not having to return that message or call from my record company or management.

What I like to do is get the family in the pick-up truck... and then we just go for a drive. That's it!

My father worked in the Post Office. A lot of double shifts. All his friends were in the same situation - truck drivers, taxi cab drivers, grocery clerks. Blue collar guys punching the clock and working long, hard hours. The thought that sustained them was the one at the center of the American dream.

The NICS database has holes big enough to drive a Mack truck through.

I saw a bakery truck go by with the name 'Rocco' on it, and that's when I decided to become Alex Rocco.

I really like to just jump in a truck with your backpack and just drive and go somewhere.

My dad had this old truck that he used to take on back roads and showed me how to drive when I was nine or ten.

I could be hit by a Sara Lee truck tomorrow. Which is not a bad way of going: 'Richard Simmons Found in a Freeway in Pound Cake and Fudge, With a Smile on His Face.' Let's face it. We don't know anything.

I love to deer hunt and fish and drive down the back roads in my truck. All those things basically equal freedom to me - and not having to return that message or call from my record company or management. At some point, I need to recharge.

Me and my step-dad shared a $500 Chevy Celebrity, a 1983 Dodge Ram truck, and an old Ford Ranger truck - it was a piece of junk. I hated that thing. It fell apart. It didn't always go in reverse. So I drove in a circle or I would just get somebody to sit in the thing and I would push it backward.

Buck up or stay in the truck.

If he's got golf clubs in his truck or a camper in his driveway, I don't hire him.

The propensity to truck, barter and exchange one thing for another is common to all men, and to be found in no other race of animals.

We're only here for so long. Be happy, man. You could get hit by a truck tomorrow.