Built a car for the common man and suddenly every guy with a moustache thinks he’s a visionary. by Henry Ford

Henry, you built a factory empire and still couldn’t assemble a normal conversation.

Coming from the man who treated an unfinished lightbulb like a national treasure, that’s rich.

At least I shipped something that moved. Your best ideas came with a candle and a confidence problem.

Harvey, I invented the distraction technique and Henry patented the attitude.

Both of you act like I’m not the reason either of you had tires and a press release.

I made the car affordable, Edison made the noise, Firestone made the tires, and somehow I’m still the only one who got accused of being overbuilt.

Common man? Henry, you turned a wagon into an invoice and called it progress.