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My driving, I've been accused of not being the best, most safest driver.

I learned to drive when I was 35. I'm driving like an old lady and very close to the wheel. I don't take many risks, and when people yell at me I say 'sorry, sorry, sorry!' I don't have road rage yet.

I went out with some old friends and we were having fun. A couple of them were very intoxicated. When I went to leave, I refused to let them drive. So when I got pulled over, I was the driver.

My biggest complaint about drivers out in the country has tended to be that they're not in a great hurry to get where they're going. This is particularly true of old men wearing hats. If you get behind an old guy wearing a hat on a winding road, you might as well just phone ahead on your cell and tell your friends you're going to be late.

I'm a really bad driver. When I'm in L.A. my husband always has to park the car for me, because I'm likely to hit something.

Automobiles are dangerous as all get-out.

I had to take driving lessons in New York, which were really weird because it's not the safest thing in the world.

My dad didn't drive - the only dad I knew who didn't.

I was a horrible limo driver: I ran out of gas with passengers in the back and I used to get lost on a regular basis.