Please leave the keys.

Pack ’em in boy. Pack ’em in

That would be elevators

Great if you’re a Parkin’son …

My lady used to have the right parking spot for me.

– Darling, are you tyred?

The parking is free, as long as itss not too long.

The only parking spot which gives a squeal of pleasure, as you drive in.

Wanna hear my reversing alarm?

That stain in the parking space isn’t oil!

I don’t need to park, I’m just going in for a big P.

I didn’t just want to come here, I was driven to it.

The guy next to me has a leaky exhaust.

Despite S.H.I.E.L.D.’s best efforts, bias against inhumans is still rampant.

My brake shoes are so worn I have to call a toe truck.

Grab them by the Parking – Donald trump.

There is no limit. You can come as often as you like.

CAUTION: Babies on road

Just don’t park in the rear bay.

You’re a real Trooper; you know that?

As long as it’s not human-trafficking.

Race cars only.

– Excuse me, where can I find the ”Woman Parking”?
– You can’t, Madam.

Clearly, the driver’s name must be Hugh Mann.

This is Area 64F. Don’t worry, Area 51 is nearby.

“No Parking baby, no parking on the Dance Floor!”

OK, who keeps backfiring?

So this is what Japanese prisons are like!

The human traffic leads here.

in case of accident, come-i mean, pull over to the side of the road

Humans only. All others will be toad.

Finally, a parallel parking I can handle.

Not responsible for lost children.

6.4 F = a lot of chattering teeth.

Well, that just put me off my Hiramatsu beer.