“And gears," said Anathema. "My bike didn't have gears. I'm sure my bike didn't have gears."Crowley leaned over to the angel. "Oh lord, heal this bike," he whispered sarcastically."I'm sorry, I just got carried away," hissed Aziraphale.”

“Life is like a 10-speed bike. Most of us have gears we never use.”

“Anyway, it's like with bikes,' said the first speaker authoritatively. 'I thought I was going to get this bike with seven gears and one of them razorblade saddles and purple paint and everything, and they gave me this light blue one. With a basket. A girl's bike.''Well. You're a girl,' said one of the others.'That's sexism, that is. Going around giving people girly presents just because they're a girl.”

“You did too! You stole my bike, A-HOLE!" I yell out. Jeez, I'm like a Chatty Cathy Doll: just pull my string and I'll say, "You stole my bike, A-HOLE!”

“You didn't wake up, your dreams just changed gear.”

“Good. Now the first thing you do is press in the clutch and slide the gear into reverse."She placed his hand on the gear shift in the center of her car, and showed him how to move it up and down."You know, you really shouldn't fondle that in front of me, Grace. It's cruel.""Julian! Do you mind? I'm only trying to show you how to shift my gears."He snorted. "I wish you'd shift my gears like that.”