Cars 3

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Cars 3 is a 2017 American 3D computer-animated sports comedy film produced by Pixar Animation Studios and released by Walt Disney Pictures. It is the eighteenth Pixar feature film and the third installment in the Cars film franchise, following Cars 2 (2011). It is directed by Brian Fee, a storyboard artist on Cars (2006) and Cars 2. The film was released on June 16, 2017.

Doc Hudson[edit]

  • That ain't racing. That wasn't even a Sunday drive. That was one lap racing is 500 of those; everybody fightin' to move up, lap after lap, inside, outside, inches apart, never touchin'. Now that's racing.

Lightning McQueen[edit]

  • This is my last chance, Cruz. Last! Final! Finito! If I lose, I never get to do this again!
  • Speed. I am speed.

Cruz Ramirez[edit]

  • The beach ate me.
  • [Disguised as Jackson Storm] Oh, you're going down, McQueen! Get that arthritis redialed keister onto the track so I can put you into the old folks home against your will!


  • You will never be the racer you once were. You can't turn back the clock, kid. But you can wind it up again.

Tex Dinoco[edit]

  • Miss Cruz, I would be tickled pink to have you race for Team Dinoco. As you know, we have a long history of great racers...'cept for Cal.

Tow Mater[edit]

  • [singing, tune of "The Humphrey Hop"] First you find a can, from a rusty van, bom-bom! Quicker in the dark, make it in the park, bom-bom! That's the way it's done, it's a lot of fun, bom-bom! Liftin' my funk, making sculptures out of junk! [giggles. Suddenly, his smartphone rings] Huh? What's that? [accidentally breaks his own trophy] Oh, there we go! Somebody's interrupting genius.
  • THAT WAS THE DE-EAL! You are not a nice guy! Well. Seriously, I gotta say, you do make a quality mudflap on an affordable price.

Sally Carrera[edit]

  • Don't fear failure. Be afraid of not having the chance, you have the chance.

Natalie Certain[edit]

  • [informing viewers about Jackson and the next-gens] One reason Storm and the next-gens are more efficient: their ability to hold the optimum racing line every single lap. Storm's in a class of his own, and a big reason for that: training on the newest cutting-edge simulators. These machines create a virtual reality experience so real, racers never even have to go outside. 2% lower drago efficient...5% equals downfloor...1.2% higher top speed.
  • More changes ahead, Chick -- Every week, we've seen veteran racers either retire like Cal Weathers tonight, or fired to make room for these younger, faster racers,'s not over yet.
  • Even if he does race, McQueen's probability of winning is...1.2%. Numbers...never...lie. I'm willing to predict tonight, that Lightning McQueen's racing career will be over within the week. It might even be over, now.


  • I'm trying to help you. As your sponsor, yes, but also as your friend. Your racing days... are coming to an end. Every time you lose, you damage yourself.

Miss Fritter[edit]

  • I'm gonna call you, 'Muddy Britches'. And you 'Lemonade'.
  • You about to feel the wrath of the Lower Belleville County Unified School District!


[Lightning meets Jackson Storm for the first time]
Lightning: Hey! Jackson Storm, right? Great race today.
Jackson Storm: Wow, thank you, Mr. McQueen. You have no idea what a pleasure it is for me to finally beat you.
Lightning: Uh, thanks. [pauses] Wait... [chuckles] Hang on, did you say "meet" or "beat"?
Jackson: [pauses, levelly] I think you heard me.

[Lightning catches up to Cal, who has announced his retirement]
Lightning: Hey, Cal! [drives up to him] Hey! Retirement?! What's going on?!
Cal: [sighs] You know, I asked my uncle once how I'd know when it was time to stop. You know what he said? “The youngsters will tell ya.” [reverses into his trailer, saddened] We had some good times together. I'm gonna miss that the most, I think.
Lightning: Yeah... (I think I'll miss that, too.)
[Cal pushes the button and closes his trailer, as he leaves the Piston Cup forever while Lightning looks on]

Sterling: Hey, Cruz!
Cruz: Oh, hey, Mr. Sterling!
Sterling: I'd like to introduce you to Lightning McQueen.
Lightning: I hear you're the maestro. [chuckles]
Cruz: Mr. Sterling, did you say Lightning McQueen was here? Because... [chuckles] I don't see him anywhere.
Luigi: Uh, but he's right here. Do you not see him?
Cruz: Nope. Still don't see him.
Luigi: He's-a right in front of you! It's Lightning McQueen!
Cruz: He's obviously an imposter. [circles] He looks old, and broken down.
Lightning: Hey!
Cruz: With flabby tires! [hits his front right tire]
Lightning: I do not!
Cruz: Use that!
Lightning: Whoa! Oh, yeah. I see. I can use that energy for motivation, right? [playfully growls]
Cruz: It's all about motivation, Mr. McQueen. You can use anything negative as fuel to push through to the positive!
Lightning: Ah, been...pretty positive since I was a rookie.
Cruz: I am so excited that I get to train you. I grew up watching you on TV!
Lightning: Huh. Is that right?
Cruz: These young guys are great and all, but I like a challenge.
Lightning: Haha. Not that much older but--
Cruz: In fact, I call you my "senior project". [Lightning looks confused]

Cruz: Good morning, Mr. McQueen. Looking good.
[Lightning is lifted on a hydraulic two post lift and tipped forward facing the floor]
Lightning: [screams, then pants] Why...? [we hear oil gush inside him]
Cruz: This'll get oil to places it hasn't been in a long time. [She slides something under him]
Lightning: Is that a... drip pan?
Cruz: Just in case.
Lightning: How old do you think I am?!
Cruz: Visualize yourself driving fast on a steep hill! I'll be back in a few.
Lightning: Visuali-- [as Cruz drives away] Wait, WAIT CRUZ, A FEW WHAT?! I just wanna go on the simulator.
Student: How's it hangin', Drip Pan?

Cruz: How was your nap, Mr. McQueen?
Lightning: It was... kinda... refreshing, actually. [he is lifted by hydraulics...] Oh! Okay, what are you-- [...and his tires are removed.] HEY!
Cruz: You've been driving on tires a long time. Did you ever stop to get to know them?
Lightning: I'm sorry, what?
Cruz: Tires are individuals. You should give each a name.
Lightning: Name them. Ha. I won't be doing that.
Cruz: Mine are named María, Juaníta, Ronaldo, and Debbie Richardson.
Lightning: What?
Cruz: Long story.
Lightning: May I have my tires back so I can go on the simulator, please?
Cruz: Name them!
Lightning: Uh. Lefty, Righty, Backy, Backy Jr, okay?
Cruz: Does this make you mad?
Lightning: YES IT DOES!
Cruz: [in a singsong tone] Use thaaat!

Sterling: Hey! Lightning! Come in, got something to show ya. You ready?
Lightning: Uh... for what?
[He enters; Sterling shows him of array of Lightning McQueen-themed merchandise]
Lightning: Wow.
Sterling: You are about to become the best brand in racing. We are talking saturation on all continents for every demographic. Movie deals, infomercials, product endorsements!
Lightning: Mudflaps?
Sterling: Of course! We'll be rich beyond belief! You think you're famous now?
[Both laugh]
Lightning: Thought you'd be mad about the simulator, I mean th-this is all great, Mr. Sterling, I guess, but...I don't know. I never really thought of myself as a brand.
Sterling: Oh, nor do I. I'm a fan, maybe your most avid. I think of this as your legacy.
Lightning: [pause, chuckles weirly] That... that sounds like something that happens after you're... [with sudden realization] ...done racing...
[Long pause]
Lightning: Mr. Sterling, what is this about?
Sterling: Look, Lightning. [inhales] I'm not gonna race you.
Lightning: [shocked] What? What do you mean, not race me?
Sterling: Hold on, hold on.
Lightning: I'm not going to Florida?
Sterling: Lightning! You have no idea how excited I was to get you here because I knew. I knew you'd be back! Was gonna be the comeback story of the year, but... your speed and performance just aren't where they need to be. I'm sorry.
Lightning: Wha... we're talking about speed on a simulator! Listen to how crazy that sounds!
Sterling: Look, I'm trying to help you. As your sponsor, yes, but also as your friend. Your racing days are coming to an end. Every time you lose, you damage yourself.
Lightning: Damage the brand, you mean?
Sterling: Oh, Lightning, come on! You've done the work, now move on the next phase and reap the reward!
Lightning: The racing is the reward, not the stuff. I-I don't wanna cash in, I-I wanna feel the rush of moving 200 miles an hour! Inches from the other guys, pushing myself faster than I thought I'd go. That's the reward, Mr. Sterling!
Sterling: Oh, Lightning, come on.
Lightning: Look, I can do this. I-I-I can, I promise. I-I-I'll train like I did with Doc! I-I'll get my tires dirty on every dirt track from here to Florida. I-I can start right there on Fireball Beach, where all the old greats used to race!
Sterling: Get your tires dirty? That's how you're gonna get faster than Storm?
Lightning: Yes. Exactly! I mean... sacred dirt, right? Mr. Sterling, if you care about my legacy, the one that Doc started, you'll let me do this! I promise you. I will win!
Sterling: [sighs] I don't know. What you're asking is too risky.
Lightning: Come on! You'll like it, I can tell! It's got that little comeback story of the year feel, doesn't it?!
Sterling: [sighs and rolls his eyes; pauses] One race? [Lightning nods] If you don't win at Florida, you retire?
Lightning: Look, if I don't win, I'll sell all the mudflaps you got. But if I do win, I decide when I'm done. Deal?
Sterling: [pauses] Deal.
Lightning: Thank you, Mr. Sterling. You won't be sorry.
Sterling: Just one thing, and this is only because I don't like taking chances: you're taking someone with you.
[Lightning starts to leave but stops, speechless.]

Lightning: [driving back to Cruz] Hey, what was my speed?
Cruz: I don't know. I can only track you on the treadmill.
Lightning: No treadmills!
Cruz: Oh. What about Hamilton?
Hamilton: Hamilton here.
Lightning: Who's "Hamilton"?
Cruz: My electronic personal assistant. Y'know? Like on your phone. [chuckles; pause] You do have a phone, don't you?
Lightning: Race cars don't have phones, Cruz.

[Cruz is watching the news with a trophy while Lightning is completely miffed]
Cruz: So... trophy's kinda nice. Don't you think? [no answer] I-I mean, I know like, you've got a billion of them, so y-you would know. [still no answer] I still can't believe I won. Heheh. It's pretty shiny. I have never seen one up close. Looks like they spent a lot of money on it, I-I mean, I think it's real metal--
Lightning: Stop. Just stop! Okay, Cruz?! You don't even know! You don't even have one clue!
Cruz: Hey! I was trying to--
Lightning: Do you know what happens if I lose this race?! [Cruz doesn't answer] Every mile of this trip was to get me faster than Jackson Storm. FASTER! [Luigi, Guido, and Mack watch and listen in horror] I start off getting nowhere for a week ON A SIMULATOR! I lose a whole day with you on Fireball Beach! AND THEN, I WASTE TONIGHT IN THE CROSSHAIRS OF MISS FRITTER!!! I'm stuck in the same speed I was a month ago! I can't get ANY FASTER, BECAUSE I'M TOO BUSY TAKING CARE OF MY TRAINER!!! [Cruz feeling hurt and silence] This is my last chance, Cruz. Last! Final! Finito! if I lose, I never get to do this again! If you were a racer, you'd know what I'm talking about! But you're not! So you don't! [he slams his tire on the wall, causing Cruz's trophy to fall off the shelf and break upon hitting the floor; Cruz is crushed, and then, starts to get angry]
Cruz: [angrily to Mack] Mack! Pull over!
Mack: Wha-? Now?
Cruz: NOW! [pushes the button]
Mack: Ahh, okay! Okay! Pulling over! Pulling over! [pulls in]
[Cruz drives out Mack's trailer, while McQueen watches]
Cruz: Ask me if I dreamed of being a trainer, Mr. McQueen, go ahead! Ask me if I got up in the dark to run laps before school every day! Ask me if I saved every penny to buy a ticket to the races when they came to town. Ask me if I did that so that I could be a trainer someday, ask me!
Lightning: Did you?
Cruz: NO! I've wanted to become a racer forever! Because of YOU! [Lightning is shocked; heartbroken] I used to watch you on TV, flying through the air. You seemed so...fearless. “Dream small, Cruz.” That's what my family used to say. “Dream small, or not at all.” They were just trying to protect me, but I was the fastest kid in town, and I was going to prove them wrong!
Lightning: What happened?
Cruz: ...When I got to my first race, I figured it out.
Lightning: What?
Cruz: That I didn't belong. The other racers looked nothing like me. You know, they-they were bigger, and stronger, and so...confident. And when they started their engines...that was it. I knew I'd never be a racer. I just left. It was my one shot, and I didn't take it. [Lightning feels bad. Cruz decides to leave] Yeah, so, uh...I-I'm gonna head back to the training center. I think we both know it's for the best. [starts to drive away, but turns around again] But, can I ask you something? What was it like for you, when you showed up to your first race? How did you know you could do it?
Lightning: I don't know, I...I just never thought I couldn't.
Cruz: I wish I knew what that felt like. Good luck, Mr. McQueen. [starts driving away]
Lightning: Cruz...Cruz, wait...! [Cruz ignores him and he sighs]

Mater: [talking to Lightning on his smartphone] You know what I'd do?
Lightning: What?
Mater: ...I dunno. I got nothin'.

Smokey: Lesson 1: you're old. Accept it.
Cruz: I told him that.
Smokey: He's probably losin' his hearing.
Cruz: [shouting] He said you're old and losing!
Lightning: [annoyed] I heard them!
Smokey: You'll never be as fast as Storm. But you can be smarter than him.
Lightning: Okay...what do I do?
Smokey: They said you were in a...demolition derby.
Lightning: Yeah! It was terrible! And I was --
Smokey: Sure? 'Cause there's not a scratch on ya.
[Lightning looks around to see absolutely no damage]
Smokey: Funny what a racer can do when he's not overthinking things...

[As Lightning enters the Florida International Speedway]
Reporter: Jeff Gorvette, how does today's talents stack up?
Jeff: Oh, I think we're in for a treat today. These racers ha -- [notices Lightning] Hey, McQueen! Win one for us old guys!
Lightning: Ha, will do, Jeff.

Jackson: [to Cruz wearing her Storm getup] Oh ho ho ho, wow! Nice costume! C'mere, let's get a picture. It's so great to meet my number one fan.
Sally: [scoffs] What a jerk.
Lightning: [drives up to him] She's not a fan, Storm.
Jackson: Oh, hey there, champ. I heard you're selling mudflaps after today. Is that true? You put me down for the first case, okay?

[At the start of the Florida 500]
Sterling: [on headset] Hey, Lightning!
Lightning: [disappointed] Hey, Mr. Sterling.
Sterling: To the future. Huh, Champ?
Lightning: Yeah. To the future...
Smokey: [drives up with headset on] Hey. Just focus on what you're here to do, kid.
Lightning: Thanks, Smokey.
Smokey: Now, go make Hud proud.
Lightning: You got it!

Jackson: Hey! Costume girl! You know at first, I thought you were out here, because your GPS's broken...
Lightning: [on headset] Don't listen to him, Cruz!
Jackson: You look good. It's important to look the part, you can't have everyone thinking you don't belong here.
Lightning: He's trying to get in your head...
Jackson: They don't need to know what you and I already do. You can play dress up all you want... but you'll never be one of us! [drives up to be back in 1st place]
Lightning: [Cruz fades behind] Cruz! Did you see what happened there?
Cruz: Yeah. He's in my head.
Lightning: No, no. Listen to me. You got into his head. Don't you understand? He would never have done that, if you didn't scare him.
Cruz: [confused] What?
Lightning: He sees something in you that you don't even see yourself. You made me believe it, now you've gotta believe it too. You are a racer! Use that.

Cruz: Aw, you're angry!
Jackson: [angered] I AM NOT ANGRY.
Cruz: You know, you could use that anger to push through...
Jackson: [shouting] I SAID I'M NOT ANGRY!!!!! [Cruz moves to the left, then right] Oh, I don't think so! NO!!!
[Jackson rams Cruz to the wall]
Lightning: Cruz, get outta there!
Jackson: You don't belong on this track!!
Cruz: YES... I... DO!!!!! [bounces herself off the wall and flips herself over Jackson, passing him and winning the race]

[Some of the next-gens congratulate Cruz for the win]
Danny: Hey, Cruz! You were flyin'!
Cruz: Thanks!
Chase: You had it rollin' today.
Ryan: That was cool.
Cruz: Thank you!
Bubba: Heyhey, Cruz, your blinker's on!
Cruz: It is? [groans] You got me! Very funny!

[Last lines]
Luigi: Welcome all, to historical Willy's-a Butte! For today's great exhibition of speed!
[Cruz drives up, now wearing Dinoco decals and has the number 51]
Cruz: [giggles] Thanks, guys!
Louise: Nice paint, kiddo!
Mater: [pushes his way forward wearing a Dinoco hat] Pardon me! Big hat, comin' through! Git-r-done, 51! Woooohoo!!
Smokey: Great number! Was McQueen's idea; he felt Hud wanted you to have it.
Cruz: I love it.
Sally: Oh, it's perfect, it's very old school.
Lightning: Did someone just say "old school"?
[Lightning comes forward, now in a dark blue paint job reminiscent of Doc's, with similar decals and a logo reading "FABULOUS LIGHTNING MCQUEEN"; ZZ Ward's "Ride" plays in the background; his bottom back reads "For Doc Hudson"]
Smokey: Whoa-ho!
Sally: Trying something new! I like it!
Cruz: Wow, subtle...
Lightning: Figured if I'm gonna be your crew chief, I'd better do it in style.
Cruz: What's Mr. Sterling gonna say?
Lightning: I'm actually more worried about what Tex is gonna say, considering he uh... bought Rust-Eze. Thanks, Tex!
Tex: [honks] I made that Sterling fella a Texas-sized offer!
Lightning: So, ready to start training?
Cruz: I don't know! You ready to lose again?
Lightning: Ohh! Hope you got your fluffy cloud...!
Cruz: I hope you got your drip pan!
Lightning: Got my drip pan, and I've...takin' my nap?!
Cruz: Bring it on, old man!
Lightning: Luigi?
Luigi: [waves flag] Go!
Both: Wahoo!! [together, they race around Willy's Butte; Cruz passes him just as they get their photo taken, which hangs on the wall of Doc's garage next to the photo of Lightning and Doc racing the same way.]

[Post-credits scene]
Mater: [singing] My cup holder's happy, my tank is full! My engine's running like a Brahma bull! My bumpers are polished and talk about luck! I just got a date with an ice cream truck! [laughs as his smartphone rings] Huh? [knocks over a pile of tires] Shoot! Hey, McQueen! You still there? McQueen! Ugh. Technology.


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