Cars 3

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Cars 3 is a 2017 American 3D computer-animated 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]

  • [as McQueen suffers a flashback and he prepares for a race] 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.
  • [in a flashback from Cars] When I finally got put together, I went back expecting a big welcome. You know what they said? "You're history." Moved right on to the next rookie standing in line. [defeated] There was a lot left in me. I never got a chance to show 'em.
  • [from trailer] Get ready for what's comin'. More speed, more horsepower... more of everything.

Lightning McQueen[edit]

  • [first lines] Okay. Here we go. Focus. Speed. I am speed. One winner, forty-two losers. I eat losers for breakfast. Did I used to say that?
  • I decide when I'm done.
  • I can't go out on the track and do the same old thing, it won't work.
  • I'm coming for you, Storm...!
  • The racing is the reward, not the stuff!
  • Life's a beach. And then, you drive.
  • Speed... I am speed!
  • [drives into his pit stop] C'mon, c'mon! C'mon! [Guido changes his tires] Faster, Guido, c'mon, I gotta get out there before he does! GUIDO, HURRY UP!
  • 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!! 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, AND I CAN'T GET ANY FASTER BECAUSE I'M TOO BUSY TAKING CARE OF MY TRAINER!! 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!
  • [Last words before his crash] No., no, no! [breathing heavily] NO!!!

Cruz Ramirez[edit]

  • You need my help, Mr. McQueen.
  • The beach ate me.
  • Show me what you got!
  • [after Storm says that she doesn't belong on the race track; regaining hope] YES I DO! [flips how Doc Hudson did and lands perfectly to the finish line in 1st place]
  • [talking in her sleep] How was your nap, Mr. McQueen?
  • [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!
  • Bring it on, old man!
  • [repeated line] Use that!


  • You'll never be as fast as Storm, but you can be smarter than him.
  • [from trailer] You'll never be the racer you once were! You can't turn back the clock, kid, but you can wind it up again.
  • Alright, Guido, turn up the heat!
  • Racing wasn't the best part of Hud's were.
  • You're old, accept it.

Jackson Storm[edit]

  • Wow, thank you, Mr. McQueen. You have no idea what a pleasure it is for me to finally beat you.
  • ...I think you heard me.
  • Hey, McQueen, you alright? Listen, don't you worry, pal. You had a good run. [Passes him] Enjoy your retirement!
  • [Last words] You don't belong on this track!
  • [At the start of the Los Angeles 500] Hey, Champ! Where'd all your friends go? [drives off as McQueen stares with worry]

Sally Carrera[edit]

  • Woohoo! Come on, Stickers!
  • [to McQueen] Don't fear failure. Be afraid of not having the chance, you have the chance.

Tow Mater[edit]

  • Hey, everybody, listen up! My best friend Lightning McQueen needs quiet.
  • [pushes his way forward wearing a lightning bolt hat] Pardon me! Best friend comin' through! Go, McQueen! WOOHOO!!
  • [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!


  • Guido come, we have to pack the tires.
  • Guido, can't you believe it?


  • Peet stop.
  • Cwas' to phan! [finishes putting tires in as Lightning speeds back to the track]

Darrell Cartrip[edit]

  • Unbelievable! McQueen is fading, McQueen is fading... fading fast!
  • You know, Bob, I can't tell if they have more fun on or off the track.
  • Boogity-boogity-boogity, let's end this season with a great race!
  • What a pit stop by McQueen. Man, he just got the lead!
  • [after Cruz wins the Florida 500] Man, heck of a win...

Bob Cutlass[edit]

  • [Storm takes the lead as Lightning stares stunned, as two more racers pass him] Storm takes back the lead.
  • But, can he hold onto it?
  • A final check of his tires, as Storm settles into the pole position.
  • Hello, racing fans! Welcome to the Los Angeles 500, the final race of the Piston Cup season! It's been a year surprising...


  • Hey, McQueen! You can't race in primer, man. Come on, let's go!
  • It's like... the Sistine Chapel... on wheels.

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.
  • [getting the idea of Cruz and Lightning sharing their win] Yeah...heck of a win...


  • Bob: [It is the day of the Los Angeles 500, Lightning spots several next-gens all over the place.] Hello racing fans! And welcome to the Los Angeles 500, the final race of the Piston Cup season! It's been a year of surprises...
    • [Lightning sees one of the veterans, Brick Yardley, getting fired by his sponsor]
    • Brick: You can't do this! I've raced for you guys for almost ten years!
    • Lightning: Brick?
    • Brick's manager: Sorry, Brick, My mind's made up. I'm giving your number to someone new.
    • Brick: Hey, I-I had two wins last year!
    • Brick's manager: The whole sport's changing.
    • Lightning: [drives over to Bobby's garage] Hey, Bobby? D-do you know what's happening with Brick? Bri - [A next-gen comes out, looking very similar to Bobby] Oh! [It is Danny Swervez, who replaced Bobby.] You're -- wait, you're not Bobby.
    • Danny: [revs engine] Name's Danny, bro. [drives away]
  • Maddy McGear: [during the song, "Run That Race"] Lightning's gonna WIN!!
  • Albert Hinkey: [as his banner on his side reads "I heart 95"] Go, 95! [honks his horn where it disgusts the other vehicles and fans] WAAAAA-HOOO!!
  • Flo: [to Dusty and Rusty on a screen phone] You boys need to get your rusty tails down here. I created a drink in your honor.
  • Mack: [bangs on McQueen's trailer hatch] Hey, Lightning! You ready?
  • Sarge: Changes?! What kind of changes?
  • Fillmore: It’s futile to resist change, man!
  • Strip "The King" Weathers: [from the crew chief stand] Good comeback, Cal! [his nephew Cal takes off after the two racers]
  • Announcer: [Lightning watches archive footage of Doc's crash] Such a clan! As they enter the final lap, the #6 and #12 cars are still fighting it out for the lead! But wait! Here he comes, it's the Fabulous Hudson Hornet, knocking at their door! What's he got up his sleeve today? [Doc drifts] And there it is! With one incredible move, he's passed them! The Hornet takes a decisive lead! He's left the pack behind, his crew chief Smokey is loving it! It's unbelievable! [Doc crashes] Oh no, he's in trouble! THE HUDSON HORNET HAS LOST CONTROL! THE HUDSON HORNET HAS LOST CONTROL!!! [The race stops] What should've been a scene of jubilation has turned tragic here today, folks, as we await news on the Hudson Hornet's condition. As this is such a dangerous crash, we can only hope that this race today... wasn't his last.
  • Lizzie: Go kick those rookies in the trunk!


[First lines]
Lightning McQueen: [takes a deep breath] Okay... here we go. Focus, speed. I am speed. One winner, forty-two losers. I eat losers for breakfast. Did I used to say that?
Mater: Yes, sir, you did. [McQueen gasps in fright to see Mater as his eyes pop open] Shoot! You say that all the time.
McQueen: Mater, what are you doing in here?
Mater: Well, I didn't want you to be lonely.
Lightning: Well... thank you. But, I'm kind of preparing for a race! I need a little quiet.
Mater: [suddenly gets it] Oh, right! You got it, buddy. [comes out Mack's trailer; to a group of pit crew forklifts and a truck] Hey, everybody, listen up! My best friend Lightning McQueen needs quiet. [suddenly shouting] PERFECT QUIET!! [honks his horn as McQueen laughs silently to himself]
Lightning: Okay. Where was I? [takes a deep breath, then closes his eyes] Racing. Real racing. [suffers a flashback with Doc Hudson from Cars at Willy's Butte]
Doc Hudson: [chuckles once] 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: [slight pause] Well, I can't argue with the Doc Hudson.
Doc Hudson: [laughs] How true, how true... [continues laughing before it goes back to the future]
Mack: [bangs on McQueen's trailer hatch, yelling] Hey Lightning! You ready?
Lightning: Oh, yeah. Lightning's ready. [as he starts to come out of the trailer, he looks at his picture of Doc as his crew chief] This one's for you, Doc. [As the race begins with McQueen in the lead the titles read "Disney Presents" - "A Pixar Animation Studios Film" - "Cars 3"; the song "Run That Race" is heard in the background]

Lightning: Hey, Cal! You're blinker's on! [overtakes Cal]
Cal: What? No, it's no-- [realizes he's been overtaken] HEY!! Your [slowly; despairing] ...blinker's on...
Bobby: [also overtakes Cal] Good comeback, Cal!

[Lightning, Bobby and Cal drive towards their pit crews]
Bob Cutlass: Head to the pits goes Lightning McQueen, Bobby Swift, and Cal Weathers. These three are fun to watch, aren't they, Darrell?
Darrell Cartrip: You know, Bob, I can't tell if they have more fun on or [chuckling a little] off the track. [Guido puts the last two tires in Lightning with his tire gun; Lightning takes off as Guido says in Italian and holds his tire gun; Lightning passes by Cal getting his tires in as The King is working as his crew chief]
Lightning: [passes Cal in the pit lane] You're gettin' a car wash, too, Cal?!
Cal: [as Lightning and Bobby pass by him] No! You're getting a car wash, McQueen!
Strip "The King" Weathers: [from the crew chief stand] Good comeback, Cal! [his nephew Cal takes off after the two racers]

[At the Dinoco Light 350 after race coverage]
Shannon: Lightning, how do you keep your focus racing against Bobby and Cal?
Lightning: I mean, I think the key is we respect each other. These guys are real class acts.
Bobby: [sprays whipped cream all over Lightning and throws confetti] Congratulations, cupcake! [drives away laughing]
Lightning: [spits some whipped cream out] Tuh. They're gonna pay...

Shannon: Great win today, Cal.
Cal: Thank you, Shannon. It was a great pleasure, I was -- [his crew pitties are holding their laugh as Cal talks; suddenly, his tires inflate and he gets mad] Hey, HEY!! [zooms out to reveal Guido is the one who inflated his tries as McQueen and Bobby also laugh] Guido!
Guido: Peet stop. [they all drive away, except for Cal]
Cal: [sarcastically] Ha ha. Laugh it up! Not funny. [inches away as Lightning balloons float up from behind]

[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: Gah, thanks. [pauses] Wait... [chuckles] Hang on, did you say "meet" or "beat"?
Jackson: [pauses, levelly] I think you heard me.
Lightning: Uh... what?

Jackson: Morning, Champ! How's our living legend today?
Lightning: Uh... still very much alive, thank you. I would appreciate --
Jackson: You know, I can't believe I get to race the Lightning McQueen...
Lightning: Ugh...
Jackson: his farewell season.
Lightning: What are you talking about?
Jackson: [notices the green flag waving] Oop! Green flag! Good luck out there, Champ! You're gonna need it!

[After the Heartland 450]
Chick: Piston Cup winner Chick Hicks here, with the racer taken the circuit by storm: Jackson Storm! Another easy win over old "Ka-chow", or should I say... Ka-BOOSE! 'Cause he's always in the back! Am I right?!
Jackson: No, no, no, Chick. McQueen is a crafty veteran champ. He's the elder statesment of the sport, you know? Takes everything I got to beat him.
Lightning: [rolls his eyes and scoffs] You gotta be kidding me.
[Suddenly hears the paparazzi, who are shouting at Rusty and Dusty]
Male press 1: What changes are you gonna make to get McQueen back on top?
Dusty: Uh... uh...
Male press 2: Will McQueen try new training methods?
Female press: Is he prepared to retire?
Lightning: [drives up to them] C'mon, c'mon, guys, let's not overreact. It's just a slump. We'll get 'em next week. Okay, that's enough! No comment!
Female press 2: Not even about Cal Weathers retiring?
Lightning: Wait, what?!
Male press 3: Cal Weathers. He's hanging up his Lightyears.
Lightning: [pauses, dumbfounded] ...No. No comment on that either. [drives away]
[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...
[Cal pushes the button and closes his trailer, as he leaves the Piston Cup forever while Lightning looks on]

Cruz: You're driving a little tense again, Ronald!
Student Ronald: No no no, I'm cool, I'm cool...!
Cruz: Do your exercise! [projects a cloud onto Ronald's monitor]
Student Ronald: I am a fluffy cloud, I am a fluffy cloud...!!! I am a fluffy... [calms down]
Cruz: There you go!
Student Kurt: You're a cloud! [snickers]
Student Ronald: Shut up!
Cruz: Here come the bugs, Kurt! You ready? [sprays bugs in his face]
Student Kurt: Hey, I kept my eyes open this time!
Cruz: Gotta see that track! Oh no, homesick again, Gabríel?
Student Gabríel: Sí... [Cruz shows him a Mexican town] Santa Sesilia! Mí publo!
Cruz: Win for them!

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!
Lightning: WHOA! [realizes] ... 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]

[As crazy Latin music plays, Cruz does her own workout routine while Lightning tries to follow along.]
Cruz: We need to loosen those ancient joints! First, the wheels! And forward! And rest! And forward! And rest! Join me! Rest! [pants three times] And rest!
Lightning: Is all this resting necessary?
Cruz: We're working you in slowly! And reach for your lunch!
Lightning: Wha--hey, when do I--
Cruz: Reach for your lunch! Now reach...
Lightning: Shouldn't we be--
Cruz: To the front! What is there?
Lightning: I-I don't think this is--
Cruz: It's your lunch!!
[Lightning rolls his eyes.]
Cruz: Now backwards! Is lunch there?
Lightning: When do we go on the simulator?

Cruz: Good morning, Mr. McQueen. Looking good.
[Lightning is lifted on a hydraulic two post lift and tipped forward facing the floor]
Lightning: AHH!!! [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?

[Lightning is on the treadmills with the other students; his speedometer is only 5mph while theirs are much higher.]
Student Kurt: 'Sup?
Cruz: Okay! Day 3: Treadmill! I've set a maximum speed to conserve your energy! What I want you to do is visualize beating... this guy! [Projects a picture of Jackson onto Lightning's monitor]
Lightning: [grunts furiously] Storm...
Cruz: Uh-huh! That's right! Get him! Get him, Mr. McQueen!
Lightning: Get him? This thing's only going like, five miles an hour!
Cruz: We'll work up to the higher speeds right after you take your nap!
Lightning: Nap? [The other students laugh] I don't need a nap!
[Sterling watches, clearly not amused.]
Student Kurt: Hit it with the bugs!
Lightning: I AM NOT TAKING A NAP!!!!!
[Sometime later, a drowsy Lightning is just waking from his apparent nap when he enters a zen room.]
Cruz: [meditating] 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 Junior! Okay?!
Cruz: Does this make you mad?
Lightning: YES IT DOES!
Cruz: [singsong] Use thaaat!

Cruz: And merge! And yield! And merge! And yield! Beep, beep, beep, beep! Now you got some tire damage! [Lightning sees a student leave the simulator] Speed bump! Speed bump! Now clean up...your messy garage! Bug in your windshield! Bug in your windshield!
Lightning: Thank you, Cruz! I'm done! [drives away]
Cruz: And merge! And yield! And merge -- [Stops; realizes he's gone] Mr. McQueen, where're you going?
Lightning: [from far away] TO THE FUTURE!

[Lightning approaches the simulator and drives onto the platform.]
Lightning: Okay, here we go! Here we go! How do I do this? Come on, baby!
Cruz: Mr. McQueen --
Lightning: Cruz, thank you for the old man training, as crazy as it was, but I'm warmed up enough. And now I need you to launch this thing.
Cruz: Mr. McQueen, wait until you can handle it, please? There are no shortcuts!
Lightning: Okay, we'll just see about that!
Sterling: [watching from the second floor] All right! My star racer is on the simulator!
Lightning: Why, yes I am!
Sterling: Well, let's see you take it out for a spin!
Lightning: Right away, Mr. Sterling! [to Cruz] Owner of the company?
[Long pause]
Cruz: [dryly] Okay. Have fun.
[Two pitties activate the simulator]
Lightning: This is what I'm talkin' about! [his back tires are clamped into place] Whoa! Didn't know about those... [he is lifted upwards]
Simulator: Prepare to race.
Lightning: Wait, what did it say? Is it talking?
Simulator: The green flag is out.
Lightning: I don't see the flag. What do I do?
Cruz: Go!
Lightning: Go?
Cruz: Go!
[Lightning starts to "drive"; he stumbles a bit]
Lightning: Whoa! That's sensitive! Ahh...ahh...Ahh! ["slams" into a "wall"]
Simulator: You have hit a wall.
Lightning: It shouldn't be this hard, should it?! Ahh!
Simulator: You have hit a wall.
Cruz: You're fighting the simulator, just race like you always do!
Simulator: You have hit a wall.
Lightning: Whoa! There can't be this many walls on a regular track!
[Jackson "overtakes" him onscreen]
Simulator: You have been passed by Jackson Storm.
Lightning: Wait, Storm's in here!?
Cruz: For motivation! Storm races at 207! Kick it up, Mr. McQueen!
Lightning: I'M TRYING!!
[He struggles to race normally but keeps stumbling; Sterling is not amused]
Simulator: You have hit a wall.
Cruz: Mr. McQueen? Come down from there, and we'll work you up to this!
Lightning: I am fine, Cruz! I can do it, okay?! [suddenly, he stumbles more and looses control] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...! ["drives" off the "track"] Ahh!
[He starts to go out of control; the speedometer reads "ERROR mph".]
Simulator: You have jumped a barrier.
Lightning: OHH! Blblblblblbl...Ah! Sorry!
Simulator: You have maimed two vehicles. You have destroyed a drinking fountain.
Lightning: ["jumps" off a "ramp" and "launches upward" into the "sky"] AHHHHHHHHHHH!! ["lands"] AH, AH, AHHH!!
Simulator: You have disabled an ambulence. [Fire appears on the screen] You are on fire. Danger. Danger.
[Cruz looks at Sterling, who leaves unamused. Lightning is "going the wrong way".]
Simulator: You are going the wrong way.
Lightning: AHH!! LOOK OUT, LOOK OUT!! Turn it off, turn it off! Get these things off of me! [his back wheel locks disconnect] NOOOOOOOO!!!!!
[He launches off the platform and crashes into the screen.]
Simulator: You have crashed. You have crashed.
Cruz: Are you alright?
Simulator: You have crashed.
Lightning: [weirly] I've crashed...
[The power in the whole racing center goes out as a result.]

[While waiting, Lightning suddenly hallucinates the floor waxer is close to him]
Lightning: WHOA!!!!!
Floor waxer: You're all washed up, McQueen.
Lightning: I-I'm sorry, what?
Floor waxer: I said, floor's all washed up, we're clean!
Lightning: Oh, right. [Chuckles to himself]
Sterling: [As Cruz drives out] ...Thank you very much.
Cruz: Uh...good luck.
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 advet. 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. A cut to Fireball Beach later shows it's Cruz.]

Luigi: Welcome racers, to Fireball Beach! Historical for today's great test of speed! Our finish line will be the abandoned pier in the distance!
Lightning: [under his breath] All right...quicker than quick... [closes eyes] ...faster than fast. I... am... speed...
Cruz: That is great self-motivation! Did you come up with that?
Lightning: Yeah, I did!
Luigi: On your mark, get set... Go!
[Lightning zooms forward and finishes at the pier]
Lightning: Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! There you go! Felt good! [drives 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] You do have a phone, don't you?
Lightning: Race cars don't have phones, Cruz.
Cruz: Hamilton, track Mr. McQueen's speed and report it.
Hamilton: Tracking.
Cruz: I'll stay as close as I can. Your suit will transmit your speeds to Hamilton.
Lightning: Fine, whatever! Let's do this.
[Back at the start]
Lightning: Quicker than quick, faster than fast, I am speed! C'mon, Luigi!
Luigi: On your mark, get-a set... and go!
[Lightning speeds off]
Hamilton: 46 miles per hour. 53 miles -- Out of range. Out of range. Out of range.
[Lightning skids to a stop; Cruz is still at the start.]
Cruz: Huh. That's odd, I didn't go! [Tries to drive but can't]
[Back at the start]
Lightning: On sand, you gotta ease into your starch, so your tires can grab, okay?
Cruz: Okay!
Lightning: You do work for race cars, don't you?
Cruz: Yeah, but never outside.
Lightning: A'right, let's go again!
Luigi: Go!
[Both take off.]
Hamilton: 54 miles per hour.
Lightning: There you go!
Hamilton: 75 miles per hour. Out of range. Out of range. Out of range.
Lightning: Huh? [skids to a stop]
Cruz: [having crashed into a bank of sand] Sorry! Got stuck!
Lightning: Go again!
Luigi: And go!
Cruz: [having skidded into the water; a wave hits her] Sorry!
Luigi: Go!
Cruz: [slides out of control] Ohhhhhhhh...!
Luigi: Go!
Cruz: [sinks into the sand until only her eyes are visible] The beach ate me...
[Now it is cloudy]
Lightning: All right, Cruz, pick a line on the compacted sand. Ya gotta have tracktion or you're gonna spin out! [flexes his tire] Let's do this thing!
Luigi: [getting bored] On your mark, get set, go.
[Both take off]
Hamilton: 122 miles per hour. 134 miles -- Out of range. Out of range. Out of range.
Lightning: [stops once again] NOW what?!
[Cruz suddenly came to a stop]
Cruz: I didn't wanna hit a crab!
Lightning: You gotta be kidding me...
Cruz: What? It was cute!
Lightning: Ugh...

Miss Fritter: [approaches menacingly to McQueen and Cruz] Boo.
[Laughs evilly as two more competitors named Dr. Damage and Arvy appear next to her]
Miss Fritter: [to her other fellows] Looky here, boys! We got us a couple of rookies. [to McQueen] I'm gonna call you, "Muddy Bridges"... [to Cruz] and you, "Lemonade".
Arvy: Hey! Neither one of 'em has a single dent.
Miss Fritter: Oh, I'm gonna fix that!

Lightning: Turn right to go left! Turn right to go left!!
Cruz: That doesn't make any sense!!
Lightning: Turn right to go left!!!

[After the Crazy 8, Cruz watches the news with a trophy while Lightning is completely miffed.]
Female reporter: Fans here at Thunder Hollow still buzzing over tonight's unexpected appearance of Lightning McQueen!
Miss Fritter: He has always been my favorite! My garage is covered from head to toe with #95 posters!
Female reporter: So tell our listeners at home... [fades out]
Cruz: So... trophy's kinda nice...don't ya 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. [chuckles] It's pretty shiny. I have never seen one up close. Looks like they've 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! I started 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! 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 a tire against the wall, causing the trophy to fall and break; Cruz is crushed.]
Cruz: Mack, pull over!
Mack: [sleepy as he is still driving] Wha-- now?
Cruz: Now. [presses the button to open Mack's trailer where he starts panicking]
Mack: AH! Okay, okay! [pulling over from the road] Pulling over, pulling over... [stops where Cruz can drive out as Lightning 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]

[Cruz is driving when Mack drives up alongside; his door opens, and Lightning steps out.]
Lightning: Hey, Cruz.
Cruz: You won't talk me out of this, Mr. McQueen! I'm going back! I resign as your trainer!
Lightning: A'right. I accept your resignation. [backs in] Byyyyye! [door closes]
Cruz: [confused] Uhhhhh... okay...
Lightning: [door reopens] But, since you cleared your calendar, why don't you come with us? I'm looking for someone named Smokey. Hopin' he can help me. Maybe he can help you, too.
Cruz: Nah.
Lightning: [singsong] Come on! I fixed it! [shows her fixed Crazy 8 trophy]
Cruz: No. T-thanks anyway, b-but I'm done.
Lightning: Okay. But maybe... this will change your mind? Hit it!
[Luigi and Guido start playing the crazy Latin music from his and Cruz's workout routine.]
Lightning: First, I'm gonna loosen up these ancient joints!
Cruz: No, please don't!
Lightning: I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry that I yelled! It wasn't your fault that I almost got killed!
Cruz: Stop!
Lightning: But now, you're leaving, and you won't get on the ramp!
Cruz: Alright, I'll go!
Lightning: You won't get on the ramp!
Cruz: Alright, I'll go! Just STOP!

[As some of the next-gens are being interviewed due to Lightning not showing up]
Ryan: McQueen's still not here? Didn't he pull this when he was a rookie? Well, this isn't what my grandfather told me.
Bubba: Maybe it's best if he doesn't show up. You know, after how last season ended?
Chase: Let me put it this way: I'm not losing any sleep wondering where Lightning McQueen is.

[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?

Jackson: [ramming Cruz into the wall] You don't belong on this track!
Cruz: [Regaining hope] YES... I... DO!! [flips over Jackson Storm to overtake him and to win and the Florida 500]

[After Cruz wins the Florida 500]
Sterling: Cruz! I knew you had something, and now look at you. A winner. I could use you as a racer on our team. We could--
Cruz: Sorry, Mr. Sterling. I would never race for you. I quit.
Tex: [honks as he and The King drive up] Well then, race for me!
Lightning: Tex!
Tex: 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.
Cal: [peeks out] Uh... guys? I'm still right here!
Lightning: Team Dinoco, Cruz!
Sterling: [mumbles sarcastically] I don't care. Lightning, now that you're retired, I need you first thing Monday morning for a photo shoot.
Lightning: [sadly] Yeah, alright, Mr. Sterling.
Smokey: Whoa! Hold on, now!
[The winner board is updated to show both Cruz and Lightning won]
Lightning: What? Why is my name up there?
Smokey: You started the race, that's how it works.
Sterling: Win-win... not win-win... no!
Sally: Uh... Lightning wins, he decides when he's done racing. That was the deal. Hi, I'm his lawyer.
Mater: [singsong] THAT WAS THE DE-EAL! [talking] You are not a nice guy! Well seriously, I gotta say, you do make a quality mudflap on an affordable price.
Tex: Ahem! Hey Sterling, why don't you and I take a drive and talk? [escorts Sterling away] Billionaire or billionaire...
[The press starts surrounding Cruz as Lightning looks on happily]
Lightning: Kid's got a lot of stuff... eh, Doc?
Sally: [drives up to him] Well, she had a great teacher. [pause] And now, you get to decide when you're done racing. So what's it gonna be, Stinky... uh, Stickers?
[Pause, Lightning smiles]
Lightning: [chuckles confidently] Oh, I'm gonna keep racing. But before that, I had something I wanna do...

[Last lines]
Luigi: Welcome all, to historical Willy's-a Butte! For today's great exibitional 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 Tex of size offer!
Lightning: So, ready to start training?
Cruz: I don't know. You ready to lose again?
Lightning: Oh, 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!
Lightning and Cruz: 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.]


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