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]

  • [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] (They quit on me.) When I finally got put together, I went back expecting a big welcome. 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. (I keep that to remind me never to go back. I just never expected that that world would... would find me here.)
  • [from trailer] Get ready for what's comin': more speed, more horsepower... more of everything.

Lightning McQueen[edit]

  • [from trailer] This is my last, Cruz. Last! If I lose, I never get to do this again.
  • 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.] First I'm going to loosen up these ancient joints... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I yelled. It wasn't your fault that I almost got killed. But now, you're leaving, and you won't get on the ramp! You won't get on the ramp!
  • Quicker than quick, faster than fast. I... am...speed.
  • I decide when I'm done.
  • I'm coming for you, Storm.
  • The racing is the reward, not the stuff.
  • [about Doc] I would give anything to talk to him right now.
  • I am NOT taking a NAP!

Cruz Ramirez[edit]

  • The beach ate me.
  • Show me what you got!
  • [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!
  • [repeated line] Use that!


  • I know why you're're thirsty.
  • You'll never be as fast as Storm, but you can be smarter than him.
  • Everything changed when the rookie showed up. [it changes to a flashback at Thomasville Speedway where Doc drifts passing by racers] Took Hud all out of no time to make his way through the best racers in both Carolinas. [Doc passes by River, Louise and Junior] He passed River... passed Lou... even Junior... [Doc reaches up to a rookie in the front] ...but there's still the rookie to deal with. [Docs starts to pass the car's side, but only he starts to push Doc against a wall] He tried slamming him into the wall! But Hud never touched a wall, unless he wanted to. [Doc flips over the car to overtake him and to win the race, across the finish line as Smokey watches from his view; it fades back to the scene] That rookie hasn't saw anything like that before.
  • [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]

  • You have no idea what a pleasure it is for me to finally beat you.
  • [before Lightning crashes] Hey, McQueen, you alright? Listen, don't you worry, pal; you had a good run. [passes him] Enjoy your retirement!
  • You are not winning this!
  • [At the start of the Los Angeles 500] Hey, champ. Where'd all your friends go? [drives off as McQueen stares with worry]
  • [last words] You don't belong on this track!

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! [giggles. Suddenly, his phone rings] Huh? What's that? [accidently breaks his own trophy] Oh, there we go! Somebody's interrupting genius.
  • [to Sterling] You are not a nice guy! Well seriously, I gotta say, you do make a quality mudflap on an affordable price.


  • 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!
  • [from trailer] Every time you lose, you damage yourself. I'm sorry... your racing days are coming to an end.
  • [last words] Wait, wait, now wait a minute... no!

Miss Fritter[edit]

  • I'm about to commit a movin' violation!
  • [to Lightning] I'm gonna call you, "Muddy Bridges". [to Cruz] And you, "Lemonade".
  • [seeing Cruz, who wins the Florida 500] Whoo! YES!!!


  • I could do in the timeframe, boss. [Cruz is now sporting a rather gaudy #95 on her sides.]
  • [to Lightning] 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...


  • Danny Swervez: [revving his engine; to Lightning] Name's Danny, bro.
  • Roscoe: Rule number 1: Gate closes, you race. Rule number 2: Last car standin' wins! And rule number 3: No cursing. It's Family Night. [leaves]


[First lines]
Lightning: [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: [yells in fright; he eyes suddenly open to show Mater watching him]
Mater: 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! [pushes the button to make the trailer door open] You got it, buddy. [comes out of Mack's trailer; pauses before he suddenly yells at a group of pit crew forklifts and a truck] Hey, everybody, listen up! My best friend, Lightning McQueen, needs [putting his wheel down] quiet. [suddenly loud] PERFECT QUIET!! [honks his horn as McQueen laughs silently to himself]
Lightning: Okay, where was I? [takes a deep breath, then closes back his eyes] Racing. Real racing. [suffers a flashback with Doc Hudson from Cars at Willy's Butte]
Doc: [chuckles] 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: ...Well, I can't argue with the Doc Hudson.
Doc: [laughs] How true, how true? [continues laughing before it goes back to the present]
Mack: [bangs on McQueen's trailer hatch, yelling] Hey Lightning! You ready?
Lightning: Oh, yeah, Lightning's ready.
[As he revs his engine and starts to come out of the trailer, he looks at his picture of Doc as his crew chief]
Lightning: This one's for you, Doc.

Lightning: [passing by his sponsor tent] Hey! Are my sponsors happy today?
Dusty Rust-Eze: Stop winning for cryin' out loud! We're running out of bumper cream to sell. [he and Rusty both laugh]
Tex Dinoco: [drives up next to Lightning] Lightning McQueen!
Lightning: [as they drive next to Cal in his trailer] Hey, Big Tex, how's my favorite competitor?
Tex: Just say the word, and I'll boot Cal off the Dinoco team, and replace him with you! [breaks into laughter]
Cal: [sarcastically] You know I can hear you, right? I'm right here.
Lightning: [drives away and his engine is rev] Bye, Cal! See you next week.
[as he leaves Cal's pitties are seen trying to hold their laughter]
Lightning: [off-screen] ...Or, not?!
Tex: [to Cal] Oh, come on, now... go, kid.

Bob: The flag is up and McQueen in the lead.
Lightning: Okay, let's see what you got!
[Lightning, Bobby and Cal gotta make it to finish line, Suddenly Jackson Storm beating 3 cars]
Darrell: Holy cow!
Bob: Whoa! It's Jackson Storm for the win! A huge upset!
Darrell: Even Lightning and Bobby ever selling comment!

[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.

Chick Hicks: [hosting as an RSN announcer] Welcome back to Chick's Picks, with Chick Hicks! I'm your host, former and forever Piston Cup champion, Chick Hicks. Whoo-hoo-hoo! This just in: rookie Jackson Storm slams the proverbial door on Lightning McQueen! Ooh-hoo-hoo, I couldn't have enjoyed it more if I'd beaten McQueen myself. Oh, wait, I have! [chuckles softly] Well, enough about me. Here to tell you how it happened is professional number cruncher, Ms. Natalie Certain!
Natalie Certain: [drives up next to Chick] It's a pleasure to be here, Chick... and actually, I prefer the term "statistical analyst".
Chick: Right. So who is this mysterious new comer, Jackson Storm? And why is he so darn fast?
Natalie: It's no mystery if you study the data, Mr. Hicks. Jackson Storm is part of the next generation of high-tech racers, unlike the veterans of yesterday.
Chick: But--wha-wha-what... old timers like this guy (Lightning)? [laughs]
Natalie: [pauses, confusingly] Right. ...Storm achieves his top speeds by exploiting the numbers. I refer of course to racing data, tire pressure, downfloor, weight distribution, aerodynamics, and the next gens like Storm are taking advantage. The racing world is changing.
Chick: And for the better, that means my old pal, Lightning, is down for the count, am I right, Certain?
Natalie: Well, if I'm certain of anything, Chick, it's that this season is about to get even more interesting.

[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.

[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]

Lightning: You know they told him when he was done. He didn't decide. I don't want what happened to Doc... to happen to me.
Sally: That hasn't happen.
Lightning: No, but I can't go out on the track and do the same old thing, it won't work.
Sally: Then, change it up, try something new!
Lightning: I don't know, Sally. I...
Sally: Don't fear failure. Be afraid of not having the chance, you have the chance!

Cruz: You're driving a little tense again, Ronald!
Student Ronald: Nonono, 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, Kurt!
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!
Cruz: Use that!
Lightning: Whoa! [suddenly getting what she means] 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: 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!?! [to himself] I just wanna go on the simulator!
Student: How's it hangin'... drip pan?

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: Uhh. Lefty, Righty, Backy, Backy Jr, okay?
Cruz: Does this make you mad?
Lightning: YES IT DOES!
Cruz: [singsong] Use thaaat!

[After Lightning 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.]

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. 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: [beeps to live] 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.

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 groans]

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

[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...
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: [angrily frowns; to Mack] Mack, pull over!
Mack: [sleepy as he is still driving] Wha... now?
Cruz: NOW! [presses the button to open Mack's trailer]
Mack: AH! Okay, okay! [pulling over] Pull over, pull over... [stops where Cruz can drive out]
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 y--
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 a device] Well, hey there, buddy!
Lightning: Mater!
Mater: You know, I was just thinking of you, and here you are, looking right at me! [gets closer; only showing his mouth and two teeth] You see me okay? [Lightning chuckles] Just a second there. Hold on, lemme see here. [changes his camera's position] That better? [gets closer, only showing one of his eyes]
Lightning: Looking you straight in the eye there, pal. Hey, sorry about… calling so late.
Mater: Shoot, not for me it's not. I'm always burning that midnight oil. So, get me caught up on everything!
Lightning: Well, actually kinda hoping I'm right here what’s going on back home.
Mater: Well, not much. Mind if you don't count Sarge and Fillmore trying to run the tire shop. But tell Luigi not to worry, Sarge is going to track down every last tire that Fillmore don't give away! [Lightning giggles] Other than that, everything’s good.
Lightning: How's Sally?
Mater: Oh, she's fine. Keeping busy at the cone. She misses ya. Well, shoot, we all do when you're on the road.
Lightning: Yeah… You know, I… I've been kinda thinking about that. You know, wh-what would you do if I'm not on the road anymore?
Mater: What do you mean “not on the road”?
Lightning: know...Mater, I can't do this forever.
Mater: Huh?!
Lightning: I… I'm just not getting anywhere with the training, if anything, I’ve gotten slower, not faster.
Mater: Shoot, buddy, it'll work out! Just tell me what the problem is and I'll stay right here with you, till we fix it.
Lightning: That's just it, Mater, I don't know… and I feel like I'm all out of ideas…
Mater: Hmm. Alright, let me think. Oh! You know what I do?
Lightning: What?
Mater: [pause] ...I dunno. I got nothin'. I guess I ain't Doc when it comes to that.
Lightning: I'd give anything to talk to him right now.
Mater: Yep, there was nobody smarter than old Doc. Well, except for, maybe, whoever taught him.
Lightning: Yeah... Wait, what?
Mater: I mean, everybody was taught by somebody, right? Take my cousin, Oil. He taught me how to sing and whistle at the same time, he was very musical that way.
Lightning: Smokey? [gains hope] Mater, you're brilliant!
Mater: Ah, well, ha-ha, it's all about the shape of your teeth.
Lightning: I get to go to Thomasville!
Mater: Oh, well good! You know me, buddy, I'm always happy to help. Think I'm better at that the most, folks, you know, talking and stuff…

[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] Bye! [door closes]
Cruz: [confused] Uhhh... 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? [to Luigi and Guido] Hit it! [the two start playing the crazy Latin music from his and Cruz's workout routine.] 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!

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 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? At least, that's 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. (Besides me...)
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?

[Lightning passes by several next-gen racers and reaching to 19th place]
Bob: Lightning McQueen is making steady progress in the early parts of this race.
Natalie: But it won't be enough to catch Storm.
Darrell: Considering he started dead last, I don't think he's doing half bad out there.

Lightning: [as Cruz is now sporting a rather gaudy #95 on her sides as it's spray painted by Ramone.] Yeah... that'll work!
Cruz: Why are you doing this? You said it yourself, this might be your last chance!
Lightning: Which makes it my last give you your first chance, Cruz. This time I want you to take it.
[Cruz starts to gain hope.]
Smokey: She's gotta beat that pace car out!
Sterling: Nononono, you can't do that!
Smokey: Now or never!
Lightning: What do you say?
[Cruz smiles with confidence...then speeds to the track]
Lightning: Remember, 25 mile per hour pit speed.
Cruz: I know that!
[Cruz is on the track]
Bob: Lightning McQueen's team is added the different cars put into "95".
Darrell: I believe when I see it.

Jackson: Hey! Custom girl! You know at first, I thought you were out here, because your GPS was 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 towards Danny as Cruz slowly fades]
Lightning: Cruz, did you see what happened there?
Cruz: [as the Intersection next-gen racer passes by her] Yeah... he's- he's-- he's in my head...
Lightning: 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. Made me believe it, now you've gotta believe it too! [Chase passes by Cruz] You are a racer. ...Use that... [Cruz slowly smiles]

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 tries to pass Storm by swifting to the left]
Jackson: Oh, I don't think so! [Cruz tries to pass Storm on the right] No!! [rams Cruz into the wall as they are on turn four]
Lightning: Cruz, get out of there!
Jackson: 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]
Bob: I can't believe it! It's Cruz Ramirez for the win!
Darrell: I am speechless!

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

[Last lines]
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] Hire her. 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! Hang on, now!
[The winner board is updated to show both Cruz and Lightning won as #1; the crowd cheer]
Lightning: What? Why is my name up there?
Smokey: You started the race, that's how it works.
Sterling: Wait, wait, now wait a minute... 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 in normal] 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 as they drive] 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...
[Cut back to Willy's-a Butte]
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 as he drives up next to McQueen's friends] 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!
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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