Let's go 1000 mph while touching something outside of our carrier! That would be the Earth's surface. Kinda bumpy. But no problem, our life is not precious. It's just that doing it at all is so damn important.

When self-driving meets the zipcar idea, the entire game of automobile "ownership" will vanish like a white rabbit. You will likely own a subscription to transportation by a mileage number, all fees, insurances, fuel and maintenance included.

We want I-Robots.

The main problem with drones—and there is one—has to do with the fact that they must be made out of stuff that falls and smashes into things. Like people. Compounding the problem is their frequent use of rapidly spinning eyeball slicers.

Name five Aussies that have to get up at the crack on a Sunday! Oz is the Land Of Saturday Night. Sunday morning is a totally optional state of existence. Especially in Tasmania.

"being forced to get up an hour earlier for work is bad for your heart—like maybe kill you bad."

Too clever. It will never see the light of day.

I can't think of a single reason I should not be on the phone at 280 mph.

California - (31:22)

It's frozen. It's icy. We gotta MOVE IT fast so we get home early!

And I'm sure glad they're marrying down. Whew. That babe with me? Boy, did I luck out.

What happens to society when self-driving cars are the norm? The car of the future is a crash-safe box you sit in while the vehicle takes you to where you need to go. A magic carpet that lets you surf as you float over the turf.

There is also the legendary Level Five. You can only have it once. Your body disintegrates.

Automatic Driving needs a new name. That one is too long. So is "cars that drive themselves."

Turn that snow into water. What could possibly be a downside of that?

New curse words for a youthful TV audience:

I live in Burbank.

How is it that a green laser pointer that fills my office with barely enough light to see by is so completely discombobulating to pilots?

When automatic driving hits its stride, this will be commonplace—under robotic control.

Man, the threshold required to fulfill the notion "started work" has reached new lows.