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OK... Here we go. Focus.
Speed. I am speed.
One winner, 42 losers.
I eat losers for breakfast.
Breakfast.
Wait, maybe I should have had breakfast.
A little breck-y could be good for me. No, no, no, stay focused. Speed.
I'm faster than fast. Quicker than quick.
I am lightning!
Hey, Lightning! You ready?
Oh, yeah. Lightning's ready.
Get your antenna balls here!
Go, Lightnin'!
You got that right, slick.
Welcome back to the Dinoco 400.
I'm Bob Cutlass, here with my good friend, Darrell Cartrip.
We're midway through what may be an historic day for racing.
Bob, my oil pressure's through the roof.
If this gets more exciting, they're gonna have to tow me outta the booth!
Right you are, Darrell.
Three cars are tied for the season points lead,
heading into the final race of the season.
And the winner of this race will win the season title and the Piston Cup.
Does The King, Strip Weathers,
have one more victory in him before retirement?
He's been Dinoco's golden boy for years!
Can he win them one last Piston Cup?
And, as always, in the second place spot we find Chick Hicks.
He's been chasing that tailfin his entire career.
Chick thought this was his year, Bob.
His chance to finally emerge from The King's shadow.
But the last thing he expected was...
But the last thing he expected was...
...Lightning McQueen!
You know, I don't think anybody expected this.
You know, I don't think anybody expected this.
The rookie sensation came into the season unknown.
But everyone knows him now.
Will he be the first rookie to win a Piston Cup and land Dinoco?
The legend, the runner-up, and the rookie!
Three cars, one champion!
No, you don't.
What a ride!
Go get 'em, McQueen! Go get 'em!
I love you, Lightning!
Dinoco is all mine.
Trouble, turn three!
- Get through that, McQueen. - A huge crash behind the leaders!
Wait a second, Darrell. McQueen is in the wreckage.
There's no way the rookie can make it through!
Not in one piece, that is.
Yeah!
Lightning!
Look at that! McQueen made it through!
Man, a spectacular move by Lightning McQueen!
Yeah! Ka-chow!
McQueen! McQueen! McQueen! McQueen! McQueen! McQueen!
Yeah, McQueen! Ka-chow!
While everyone else heads into the pits, McQueen stays out to take the lead!
Don't take me out, coach. I can still race!
What do you think? A thing of beauty.
- McQueen made it through! - What?
He's not pitting!
You gotta get me out there! Let's go! Get me back out there!
McQueen's not going into the pits!
The rookie just fired his crew chief. That's the third one this season!
- He says he likes working alone. - Go, go, go!
Looks like Chick got caught up in the pits.
Yeah, after a stop like that, he's got a lot of ground to make up.
Get ready, boys, we're coming to the restart!
Come on, come on, come on!
We need tires now! Come on, let's go!
- No, no, no, no! No tires, just gas! - What?
You need tires, you idiot!
Looks like it's all gas-and-go's for McQueen today.
That's right. No tires again.
That's a short-term gain, long-term loss, but it's sure workin' for him.
He obviously knows somethin' we don't know.
This is it, Darrell.
One lap to go and Lightning McQueen has a huge lead.
He's got it in the bag. Call in the dogs and put out the fire!
We're gonna crown us a new champion!
Checkered flag, here I come!
Oh, no! McQueen has blown a tire!
And with only one turn to go! Can he make it?
You fool!
McQueen's blown a tire! McQueen's blown a tire!
Go, go, go!
He's lost another tire!
- King and Chick are coming up fast! - They're entering turn three!
Come on.
I don't believe what I'm watching, Bob!
Lightning McQueen is 100 feet from his Piston Cup!
The King and Chick rounding turn four.
Down the stretch they come! And it's, and it's...
- It's too close to call! Too close! - I don't believe it!
Lightning!
- The most spectacular, amazing... - I don't believe it!
...unequivocally, unbelievable ending in the history of the world!
- And we don't know who won! - Look at that!
Hey, no cameras! Get outta here!
We're here in Victory Lane, awaiting the results.
McQueen, that was a risky move, not taking tires.
Tell me about it!
Are you sorry you didn't have a crew chief out there?
Oh, Kori. There's a lot more to racing than just winning.
I mean, taking the race by a full lap... Where's the entertainment in that?
I wanted to give folks a little sizzle.
- Sizzle? - Am I sorry I don't have a crew chief?
No, I'm not. 'Cause I'm a one-man show.
What? Oh, yeah, right.
That was a confident Lightning McQueen.
Live from Victory Lane, I'm Kori Turbowitz.
Get outta the shot.
Yo, Chuck, what are you doing? You're blockin' the camera!
- Everyone wants to see the bolt. - What?
- Now, back away. - That's it! Come on, guys.
- Whoa, team! Where are you going? - We quit, Mr. One-Man Show!
Oh, OK, leave. Fine.
How will I ever find anyone else who knows how to fill me up with gas?
- Adios, Chuck! - And my name is not Chuck!
Oh, whatever.
Hey, Lightning! Yo! McQueen!
Seriously, that was some pretty darn nice racin' out there.
- By me! - Oh, yeah.
- Zinger! - Welcome to the Chick era, baby!
The Piston Cup... It's mine, dude. It's mine.
Hey, fellas, how do you think I'd look in Dinoco blue? Dinoco blue!
In your dreams, Thunder.
Yeah, right. Thunder? What's he talkin' about, "Thunder"?
You know, 'cause thunder always comes after lightning.
- Who knew about the thunder thing? - I didn't.
- Give us the bolt! - That's right.
Right in the lens.
- Show me the bolt, baby! - Smile, McQueen!
- Show me the bolt, McQueen! - That's it!
That was one close finish. You sure made Dinoco proud.
Thank you, King.
Well, Tex, you've been good to me all these years.
It's the least I could do.
Whatever happens, you're a winner to me, you old daddy rabbit.
Thanks, dear. Wouldn't be nothing without you.
- I'm Mia. - I'm Tia.
We're, like, your biggest fans! Ka-chow!
I love being me.
- OK, girls, that's it. - We love you, Lightning!
Hey, buddy. You're one gutsy racer.
Oh, hey, Mr. The King.
You got more talent in one lug nut
than a lot of cars has got in their whole body.
- Really? Oh, that... - But you're stupid.
- Excuse me? - This ain't a one-man deal, kid.
You need to wise up and get a good crew chief and a good team.
You ain't gonna win unless you got good folks behind you,
and you let them do their job, like they should.
- Like I tell the boys at the shop... - A good team.
Yeah...
Oh, Lightning!
If you figure that out you just gonna be OK.
Oh, yeah, that... That is spectacular advice.
Thank you, Mr. The King.
Ladies and gentlemen,
for the first time in Piston Cup history...
A rookie has won the Piston Cup.
Yes!
...we have a three-way tie.
Hey, McQueen, that must be really embarrassing.
But I wouldn't worry about it. Because I didn't do it!
Piston Cup officials have determined that a tiebreaker race
between the three leaders will be held in California in one week.
Well, thank you! Thanks to all of you out there! Thank you!
Hey, rook, first one to California gets Dinoco all to himself.
No, not me! No, you rock, and you know that!
Oh, yeah!
"First one to California gets Dinoco all to himself."
Oh, we'll see who gets there first, Chick.
- Hey, kid! Congrats on the tie. - I don't want to talk about it.
Let's go, Mack. Saddle up. What'd you do with my trailer?
- I parked it at your sponsor's tent. - What?
Gotta make your personal appearance.
No. No! No, no, no, no!
Yes, yes, yes! Lightning McQueen here.
And I use Rust-eze Medicated Bumper Ointment, new rear end formula!
Nothing soothes a rusty bumper like Rust-eze.
Wow! Look at that shine!
Use Rust-eze and you too can look like me!
Ka-chow!
I met this car from Swampscott.
He was so rusty he didn't even cast a shadow.
You could see his dirty undercarriage.
I hate rusty cars. This is not good for my image.
They did give you your big break. Besides, it's in your contract.
Oh, will you stop, please? Just go get hooked up.
- Winter is a grand old time. - Of this there are no ifs or buts.
But remember, all that salt and grime...
Can rust your bolts and freeze your...
Hey, look! There he is!
Our almost champ!
Get your rear end in here, kid.
Lightning McQueen, you are wicked fast!
- That race was a pisser! - You were booking!
- Give me a little room. - You're my hero!
Yes, I know.
"Fred." Fred, thank you.
He knows my name. He knows my name!
Looking good, Freddie!
Thanks to you, Lightning, we had a banner year!
We might clear enough to buy you some headlights.
You saying he doesn't have headlights?
That's what I'm telling ya. They're stickers!
Well, you know, racecars don't need headlights,
because the track is always lit.
Yeah, well, so is my brother, but he still needs headlights.
Ladies and gentlemen, Lightning McQueen!
Free Bird!
You know, the Rust-eze Medicated Bumper Ointment team
ran a great race today.
And remember, with a little Rust-eze...
And an insane amount of luck,
...you too, can look like me. Ka-chow.
- Hey, kid. - We love ya.
And we're looking forward to another great year.
Just like this year!
Not on your life.
- Don't drive like my brother! - Yeah, don't drive like my brother!
California, here we come!
Dinoco, here we come!
I needed this. Hello?
Is this Lightning McQueen, the world's fastest racing machine?
Is this Harv, the world's greatest agent?
It is such an honor to be your agent
it almost hurts to take ten percent of your winnings.
Merchandising. And ancillary rights in perpetuity. Anyway, what a race, champ!
I didn't see it, but I heard you were great.
Thanks, Harv.
Listen, they're giving you 20 tickets for the tiebreaker thing in Cali.
I'll pass 'em on to your friends. Shoot me the names.
- You let Harv rock it for you. - Right. Friends.
Yes, there's...
OK, I get it, Mr. Popular.
So many you can't even narrow it down. Hey, when you get to town,
you better make time for your best friend!
Break bread with your mishpocheh here!
That'd be great! We should totally...
OK, I gotta jump, kid. Let me know how it goes. I'm out.
What? A minivan?
Come on, you're in the slow lane. This is Lightning McQueen you're hauling.
Just stopping off for a quick breather, kid.
- Old Mack needs a rest. - Absolutely not.
We're driving all night till we get to California. We agreed to it.
All night? May I remind you federal DOT regs state...
Come on, I need to get there before Chick and hang with Dinoco.
All those sleeping trucks.
Hey, kid, I don't know if I can make it.
Oh, sure you can, Mack.
Look, it'll be easy. I'll stay up with you.
- All night? - All night long.
- Hey, yo, D.J. - What up?
We got ourselves a nodder.
Pretty music.
Yo, Wingo! Lane change, man.
- Right back at ya! - Yeah!
- Oops! I missed. - You going on vacation?
- Oh, no, Snot Rod... - He's gonna blow!
Gesundheit!
One should never drive while drowsy.
Mack!
Mack!
Mack!
Hey, Mack! Mack!
Mack!
Mack, wait for me!
Mack!
Mack! Mack!
Mack! Mack...
...wait up! Mack.
Mack! Mack!
What? You're not Mack.
Mack? I ain't no Mack! I'm a Peterbilt, for dang sake!
Turn on your lights, you moron!
Mack... The Interstate!
Not in my town, you don't.
Oh, no.
Oh, maybe he can help me!
He's shooting at me! Why is he shooting at me?
I haven't gone this fast in years.
I'm gonna blow a gasket or somethin'.
Serpentine! Serpentine, serpentine!
What in the blue blazes?
Crazy hot-rodder.
I'm telling you, man, every third blink is slower.
The sixties weren't good to you, were they?
What? That's not the Interstate!
No, no, no, no, no, no!
I'm not the only one seeing this, right?
- Incoming! - Whoa, man.
- No! - Hey!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
My tires!
Fly away, Stanley. Be free!
Boy, you're in a heap of trouble.
We're live at the Los Angeles International Speedway
as the first competitor, Lightning McQueen,
is arriving at the track.
Is it true he's gonna pose for Cargirl?
Lightning, what's your strategy?
What? Did I forget to wipe my mud flaps?
McQueen's driver arrived in California, but McQueen was missing.
- McQueen was reported missing. ...to race an unprecedented...
Sponsor stated they have no idea where he is.
I hope Lightning's OK. I'd hate to see anything bad happen to him.
I don't know what's harder to find, McQueen or a chief who'll work with him!
Lightning McQueen must be found at all costs!
They're all asking the same question: Where is McQueen?
Oh, boy.
Where am I?
Mornin', sleepin' beauty!
Boy, I was wonderin' when you was gonna wake up.
Take whatever you want! Just don't hurt me!
A parking boot? Why do I have a parking boot on?
What's going on here? Please!
You're funny.
I like you already. My name's Mater.
Mater?
Yeah, like "tuh-mater," but without the "tuh".
- What's your name? - You don't know my name?
No, I know your name. Is your name Mater too?
What?
Look, I need to get to California as fast as possible. Where am I?
Where are you? Shoot!
You're in Radiator Springs.
The cutest little town in Carburetor County.
Oh, great. Just great!
Well, if you think that's great, you should see the rest of the town.
You know, I'd love to see the rest of the town!
So if you could just open the gate, take this boot off,
you and me, we go cruisin', check out the local scene...
- Dad-gum! - How'd that be, Tuhmater?
- Cool! - Mater!
What did I tell you about talkin' to the accused?
To not to.
Well, quit your yappin' and tow this delinquent road hazard to traffic court.
Well, we'll talk later, Mater.
"Later, Mater." That's funny!
The Radiator Springs Traffic Court will come to order!
Hey, you scratched my paint! I oughta take a blowtorch to you, man!
You broke-a the road! You a very bad car!
- Fascist! - Commie!
Officer, talk to me, babe. How long is this gonna take?
I gotta get to California, pronto.
Where's your lawyer?
I don't know. Tahiti maybe. He's got a timeshare there.
When a defendant has no lawyer, the court will assign one to him. Hey!
Anyone want to be his lawyer?
Shoot, I'll do it, Sheriff!
All rise! The Honorable Doc Hudson presiding.
Show-off.
- May Doc have mercy on your soul. - All right,
I wanna know who's responsible for wreckin' my town, Sheriff.
I want his hood on a platter!
I'm gonna put him in jail till he rots! No, check that.
I'm gonna put him in jail till the jail rots on top of him,
and then I'm gonna move him to a new jail and let that jail rot.
I'm...
Throw him out of here, Sheriff.
I want him out of my courtroom. I want him out of our town!
- Case dismissed. - Yes!
Boy, I'm purty good at this lawyerin' stuff.
Sorry I'm late, Your Honor!
Holy Porsche! She's gotta be from my attorney's office.
Hey, thanks for comin', but we're all set.
- He's letting me go. - He's letting you go?
Yeah, your job's pretty easy today.
All you have to do now is stand there and let me look at you.
Listen, I'm gonna cut to the chase. Me, you, dinner.
What the?
- Please! - I know. I get that reaction a lot.
I create feelings in others that they themselves don't understand.
Oh, I'm sorry. Did I scare you?
A little bit, but I'll be all right.
OK. I'm gonna go talk to the judge.
Do what you gotta do, baby. But listen. Be careful.
Folks around here are not firing on all cylinders, if you know what I mean.
Ka-ching!
I'll keep that in mind.
- Hey there, Mater. - Howdy, Sally.
- Hi, folks! - Good morning!
You know her?
She's the town attorney and my fiancee.
What?
Nah, I'm just kiddin'. She just likes me for my body.
You look great. You do something different with your side view mirrors?
What do you want, Sally?
Come on, make this guy fix the road. The town needs this.
No. I know his type. Racecar.
That's the last thing this town needs.
OK, I didn't want to have to do this, Doc, but you leave me no choice.
Fellow citizens, you're all aware of our town's proud history.
Here she goes again.
Radiator Springs, the glorious jewel
strung on the necklace of Route 66, the mother road!
It is our job and our pleasure to take care of the travelers
- on our stretch of that road. - Travelers? What travelers?
Ignore him.
But how, I ask you, are we to care for those travelers
if there is no road for them to drive on?
- Luigi, what do you have at your store? - Tires.
And if no one can get to you?
I won't sell any... tires. I will lose everything!
- Flo, what do you have at your store? - I have gas.
- Lotsa gas! - OK boys, stay with me.
And, Flo, what'll happen if no one can come to your station to buy gas?
I'll go outta business and... we'll have to leave town.
What's gonna happen if Flo leaves town and closes her station?
- Without gas, we're done for! - What?
Don't you think the car responsible should fix our road?
The only guy strong enough to fix that road is Big Al!
Lizzie, the guy left, like, 15 years ago.
Then why are you bringing him up, you lemon?
Oh, he can do it.
He's got the horsepower. So, what do you want him to do?
Fix the road!
- Because we are a town worth fixing! - Yeah!
Order in the court!
Seems like my mind has been changed for me.
- Yeah! - No!
Nice ruling.
I am so not taking you to dinner.
That's OK, Stickers. You can take Bessie.
Man, you get to work with Bessie!
I'd give my left two lug nuts for somethin' like that.
Bessie? Who's Bessie?
This here is Bessie, finest road-pavin' machine ever built.
I'm hereby sentencing you to community service.
You're gonna fix the road under my supervision.
What? This place is crazy!
I know this may be a bad time right now,
but you owe me $32,000 in legal fees.
What?
We're gonna hitch you up to Bessie, and you're gonna pull her nice.
You gotta be kidding me.
You start there where the road begins.
You finish down there where the road ends.
Holy shoot!
Whoa, whoa, whoa! How long is this gonna take?
Well, fella does it right, should take him about five days.
Five days?
But I should be in California schmoozing Dinoco right now!
Then if I were you, I'd quit yappin' and start workin'!
- Hook him up, Mater. - Okay-dokey.
Freedom!
Maybe I should've hooked him up to Bessie...
...and then... then took the boot off.
Goodbye, Radiator Springs, and goodbye, Bessie!
California, here I come! Yeah!
Oh, feel that wind.
Yes!
No. No, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no. Outta gas?
How can I be outta gas?
Boy, we ain't as dumb as you think we are.
But how did, how did... you?
We siphoned your gas while you were passed out.
Ka-chow.
- Gentlemen. - Sheriff.
Hey, Sheriff.
- Why tires here? - Sono sempre stati qui.
- They were better before. - Stai sempre a parlare.
- Guido! - Red, can you move over?
I want to get a look at that sexy hot rod.
You know, I used to be a purty good whistler.
I can't do it now, of course, on account of sometimes
I get fluid built up in my engine block,
but Doc said he's gonna fix it. He can fix about anything.
That's why we made him the judge.
Boy, you shoulda heard me on Giddy-up, Oom Papa Mow Mow.
Now, I'm not one to brag
but people come purty far to see me get low on the "Mow-Mow".
- Man, that's just great! - Hey, what's wrong?
My lucky sticker's all dirty.
That ain't nothin'. I'll clean it for ya.
No, no, no!
That won't be necessary.
Hey! Hey, big fella! Yeah, you in the red!
I could use a little hose down. Help me wash this off.
Where's he goin'?
He's a little bit shy, and he hates you for killin' his flowers.
I shouldn't put up with this.
I'm a precision instrument of speed and aerodynamics.
- You hurt your what? - I'm a very famous racecar!
You are a famous racecar? A real racecar?
Yes, I'm a real racecar. What do you think? Look at me.
I have followed racing my entire life. My whole life!
Then you know who I am. I'm Lightning McQueen.
- Lightning McQueen? - Yes! Yes!
I must scream it to the world!
My excitement from the top of someplace very high!
- Do you know many Ferraris? - No, no, no, no, no.
They race on the European circuit. I'm in the Piston Cup!
- What? - Luigi follow only the Ferraris.
Is that what I think it is?
Customers.
Customers! Customers, everyone! Customers!
- OK! - Customers?
It's been a long time. Remember what we rehearsed.
Make sure your "Open, please come in" signs are out.
You all know what to do. All right, nobody panics. Here we go!
Van, I just don't see any on-ramp anywhere.
- Minny, I know exactly where we are. - Yeah, we're in the middle of nowhere.
- Honey, please. - Hello.
Welcome to Radiator Springs, gateway to Ornament Valley.
Legendary for its service and hospitality.
How can we help you?
- We don't need anything, thank you. - Ask for directions to the Interstate.
There's no need to ask for directions. I know where we're going.
He did the same thing on our trip to Shakopee.
We were headed over there for the Crazy Days, and we...
- OK. Really. We're just peachy, OK? - What you really need
is the sweet taste of my homemade, organic fuel.
No, it doesn't agree with my tank.
- Just trying to find the Interstate. - Good to see you, soldier!
Come on by Sarge's Surplus Hut for your government surplus needs.
- Honey, surplus! - We have too much surplus.
I do have a map over at the Cozy Cone Motel.
And if you stay, we offer a free Lincoln Continental breakfast.
- Honey, she's got a map. - I don't need a map! I have the GPS.
- Never need a map again, thank you. - How 'bout somethin' to drink?
Stop at Flo's V-Eight Cafe. Finest fuel on Route 66.
No we just topped off.
And if you need tires, stop by Luigi's Casa Della Tires,
home of the Leaning Tower of Tires.
- We're trying to find the Interstate. - But you do need a paint job.
Ramone will paint you up right. Hey, anything you want!
- You know, like a flame job. - No thanks...
Maybe ghost flames!
You like old school pinstripin'? Von Dutch style?
Oh, honey, look. Von Dutch.
OK, no. We're gonna be going now, OK?
A little somethin' to remember us by, OK?
- OK! - Come back soon, OK?
I mean, you know where we are! Tell your friends!
OK! Yes. You bet.
Thanks again, folks. Bye-bye now.
Psst! Psst! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
- I know how to get to the Interstate! - Do ya?
- Minny, no. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
No, not really. But listen.
I'm Lightning McQueen, famous racecar. I'm being held against my will.
I need you to call my team, so they can come rescue me
and get me to California in time for me to win the Piston Cup. Understand?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, it's the truth! I'm telling you! You gotta help me! Don't leave me here!
I'm in hillbilly hell! My IQ's dropping by the second!
I'm becoming one of them!
OK, don't worry. They know where we are now.
They'll tell friends. You'll see.
We'll be back for our Hank Williams marathon...
- That's good. ...after a Piston Cup update.
Still no sign of Lightning McQueen. Chick Hicks arrived in California
and today became the first car to spend practice time on the track.
It's just nice to get out here before the other competitors.
You know, get a head start. Gives me an edge.
Yeah!
Hey, McQueen... Eat your heart out.
Let me get this straight.
I can go when this road is done. That's the deal, right?
- That's what they done did said. - OK. Outta my way.
I got a road to finish.
- He's done! - Done?
It's only been an hour.
I'm done. Look, I'm finished.
Say thank you, and I'll be on my way.
- That's all you gotta say. - I'm the first one on the new road!
It rides purty smooth.
- It looks awful! - Well, it matches the rest of the town.
Red.
Who do you think you are?
Look, Doc said when I finish, I could go. That was the deal.
The deal was you fix the road, not make it worse.
Now, scrape it off! Start over again.
Hey, look, grandpa, I'm not a bulldozer. I'm a racecar.
Is that right? Then why don't we just have a little race? Me and you.
- What? - Me and you. Is that a joke?
If you win, you go and I fix the road.
If I win, you do the road my way.
Doc, what're you doin'?
I don't mean to be rude here,
but you probably go zero to sixty in, like, what? Three-point-five years?
Then I reckon you ain't got nothin' to worry about.
You know what, old-timer? That's a wonderful idea. Let's race.
Gentlemen, this will be a one-lap race.
You will drive to Willy's Butte, go around Willy's Butte and come back.
There will be no bumpin', no cheatin', no spittin',
no bitin', no road rage, no maimin',
no oil slickin', no pushin', no shovin',
no backstabbin', no road-hoggin'...
...and no lollygaggin'.
Speed. I'm speed.
Float like a Cadillac, sting like a Beemer.
My friend Guido, he dream to give a real racecar a pit stop.
Peet stop!
The race is only one lap, guys.
Uno lappo! Don't need any help.
- I work solo mio. - Fine. Race your way.
- No pit stoppo. Comprendo? - OK.
Gentlemen...
...start your engines!
- Hijole! Check that out! - Whoa.
Great idea, Doc. Now the road will never get done.
Luigi?
On your mark, get set...
Uno for the money, due for the show,
tre to get ready, and quattro to... I can't believe it. Go!
Doc... the flag means go.
Remember the fl... Here we go. Go.
Doc, what are you doing, man?
Oh, dear. It would seem I'm off to a poor start.
Well, better late than never. Come on, Mater.
- Might need a little help. - OK.
You got your tow cable?
Well, yeah, I always got my tow cable. Why?
Just in case.
No, no, no, no, no!
- Oh, man! - Whoa.
Bad trip, man.
Hey! Was that floatin' like a Cadillac or was that stingin' like a Beemer?
I'm confused.
You drive like you fix roads.
Lousy! Have fun fishin', Mater.
I'm startin' to think he knowed you was gonna crash!
Thank you, Mater. Thank you.
I can make a little turn on dirt.
You think?
No. And now I'm a day behind. I'm never gonna get outta here!
Hey, ese! You need a new paint job, man!
- No, thank you. - How 'bout some organic fuel?
- That freak juice? - Pass.
Watchin' him is makin' me thirsty. Anybody else want somethin' to drink?
Nah, not me, Flo.
I'm on one of them there special diets.
I'm a precisional instrument of speed and aero-matics.
"You race like you fix roads."
I'll show him. I will show him!
Great! I hate it!
- Hate, hate, hate, hate it! - Music. Sweet music.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
Wow.
Mornin', Sally!
Hey, look at this here fancy new road that Lightnin' McQueen done just made!
Yes! Amazing!
Yeah!
Ramone! Mama ain't seen you that low in years.
I haven't seen a road like this in years.
- Well, then let's cruise, baby. - Low and slow.
E bellissima! It's beautiful!
Guido, look, it's-a like it was paved by angels.
Boy, I tell you what.
I bet even the roads on the moon ain't this smooth.
Doc, look at this!
Shoulda tossed him into the cactus a lot sooner, huh?
Well, he ain't finished yet. Still got a long way to go.
Guido, look at Luigi!
This is fantastico!
That looks like fun! Mater, I got dibs, next turn!
Hey, Luigi, this new road makes your place look like a dump.
That crazy old devil woman.
She's right!
Guido!
That punk actually did a good job.
Well, now... where the heck is he?
Sheriff! Is he makin' another run for it?
No, no. He ran outta asphalt in the middle of the night,
and asked me if he could come down here.
All he's tryin' to do is make that there turn.
No, no, no, no! Oh, great.
Perfect turns on every track I've ever raced on.
Sheriff, why don't you go get yourself a quart of oil at Flo's.
I'll keep an eye on him.
Well, thanks, Doc. I've been feelin' a quart low.
This ain't asphalt, son. This is dirt.
Oh, great. What do you want? You here to gloat?
You don't have three-wheel brakes, so you got to pitch it hard,
break it loose and then just drive it with the throttle.
Give it too much, you'll be outta the dirt and into the tulips.
So you're a judge, a doctor and a racing expert.
I'll put it simple.
If you're goin' hard enough left, you'll find yourself turnin' right.
Right. That makes perfect sense. Turn right to go left! Yes! Thank you!
Or should I say, "No, thank you"?
Because in Opposite World, maybe that really means, "Thank you"!
Crazy grandpa car. What an idiot!
Turn right to go left.
Oh, that...
Turn right to go left. Guess what. I tried it.
You know what? This crazy thing happened... I went right!
You keep talkin' to yourself, people'll think you're crazy.
- Thanks for the tip. - What? I wasn't talkin' to you!
- Oh, Guido, e bellissimo! - Che cosa?
- It looks great! This is great! - Ti piace, eh? Si, si, bellissimo.
Oh, Lord.
Mater!
I need you to watch the prisoner tonight.
Well, dad-gum! Wait a minute. What if he tries to run again?
Just let him run outta gas and tow him on back.
- But keep an eye on him. - Yes, sir!
While I'm stuck here paving this stinkin' road,
Chick's in California schmoozing Dinoco.
My Dinoco. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Who's touching me?
You have a slow leak. Guido, he fix.
You make-a such a nice new road.
You come to my shop. Luigi take-a good care of you.
Even though you not a Ferrari.
You buy four tires, I give you a full-a size spare
- absolutely free! - Look, I get all my tires for free.
I like your style, eh?
You drive the hard bargain. OK. Luigi make you a new deal.
You buy one tire, I give you three for free!
Would you look at that?
Ramone, Ramone!
Then Luigi make you a new new deal.
No, no, no, no. Deal me out. Pass. No, thank you.
- No, no, no, no. No. - This is it. My last offer.
You buy one tire, I give you seven-a snow tires for free!
Done. You interested, you call me. You know where I am.
Stop! Let me...
Oh, Red, you missed a spot. See it right there?
- No! No! - On the hood right there.
Stop, stop! That's cold!
Help! Please! Stop!
Thanks, Red.
What was that for?
- Do you want to stay at the Cozy Cone? - Huh?
If you do, you gotta be clean.
'Cause even in hillbilly hell we have standards.
What, I? I don't get it.
I thought I'd say thank you for doin' a great job.
So I thought I'd let you stay with me. I mean, not with me!
But there. Not with me there, but there in your own cozy cone.
- And I'd be in my cone, and it's... - Wait. Wait, you're being nice to me.
If you want to stay at the dirty impound, fine.
- I understand you criminal types. - No, no, no, no. That's OK.
- Yeah, the Cozy Cone. - It's newly refurbished.
Yeah, it's like a clever little twist.
The motel's made out of caution cones, which, of course, cars try to avoid.
But now we're gonna stay in them. That's funny.
Figure that all out on your own, did you?
Cone number one, if you want.
Hey, do I spy a little pinstriping tattoo back there?
That's just a...
You saw that? Yeah. Just gonna be going.
Gonna... Yeah.
You know, I once knew this girl Doreen.
Good-Iookin' girl.
Looked just like a Jaguar, only she was a truck!
You know, I used to crash into her, just so I could spoke to her.
- What are you talking about? - I don't know.
Hey, I know somethin' we can do tonight, 'cause I'm in charge of watchin' you!
No, Mater, I gotta finish this road, and I have to get out of here.
Well, that's all right, Mr. I Can't Turn On Dirt.
You probably couldn't handle it anyway.
Whoa, whoa, easy now, Mater.
You know who you're talkin' to? This is Lightning McQueen.
I can handle anything.
- Mater, I'm not doin' this. - Oh, come on. You'll love it!
- Tractor-tippin's fun. - This is ridiculous.
All right, listen.
When I say go, we go. But don't let Frank catch you. Go!
Whoa! Wait! Who's Frank?
Mater!
Wait, Mater!
OK, here's what you do.
You just sneak up in front of 'em, and then honk.
And they do the rest. Watch this.
I swear, tractors is so dumb!
I tell you what, buddy, it don't get much better than this.
Yep, you're livin' the dream, Mater boy.
I don't care who you are, that's funny right there.
Oh, your turn, bud.
Mater, I can't. I don't even have a horn.
- Baby. - I'm not a baby.
Fine. Stop! Stop, OK? All right. I'll do something.
That's Frank.
Run!
Here he comes, look out!
Run! He's gonna get ya!
Customers!
No, no, no.
Tomorrow night we can go look for the ghostlight!
- I can't wait, Mater. - Oh, yeah, I'm tellin' ya!
Oh, boy, you gotta admit that was fun!
Oh, yeah... yeah.
Well, we better get you back to the impound lot.
You know, actually, Sally's gonna let me stay at the motel.
- Gettin' cozy at the Cone, is we? - Oh, come... No. No, are you kidding?
Besides, she can't stand me. And I don't like her, to be honest.
Yeah, you probably right. Hey, look, there's Miss Sally!
Where, where?
- You're in love with Miss Sally. - No, I'm not.
- Yes, you do. - No way.
- Way. - Come on, look...
- You're in love with Miss Sally! - Real mature.
- You're in love! - Real grown up.
- You love her. You love her. - Wait...
You love her! You love her. You love her.
All right. OK. Mater, enough!
- Will you stop that? - Stop what?
Driving backwards. It's creeping me out. You're gonna wreck.
Wreck? Shoot! I'm the world's best backwards driver!
You just watch this right here, lover boy.
What are you doing? Watch out! Look out!
Mater? Mater!
Mater!
Hey, take it easy, Mater!
He's nuts.
No need to watch where I'm goin'.
Just need to know where I've been.
Whoa, that was incredible! How'd you do that?
Rearview mirrors. We'll get you some, and I'll teach you if you want.
Yeah, maybe I'll use it in my big race.
What's so important about this race of yours, anyway?
It's not just a race. We're talking about the Piston Cup!
I've been dreaming about it my whole life!
I'll be the first rookie in history ever to win it.
And when I do, we're talkin' big new sponsor,
with private helicopters.
No more medicated bumper ointment. No more rusty old cars.
What's wrong with rusty old cars?
Well, I don't mean you, Mater. I mean other old cars. You know?
- Not like you. I like you. - It's OK, buddy.
Hey, you think maybe one day I can get a ride in one of them helicopters?
I mean, I've always wanted to ride in one of them fancy helicopters.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure, sure. - You mean it?
Oh, yeah. Anything you say.
I knew it. I knowed I made a good choice!
In what?
My best friend.
See you tomorrow, buddy!
McQueen and Sally parked beneath a tree,
K-i-s-somethin'-somethin'-somethin'-t!
Number one. Number one... Number one!
- This is nice. - Hey, Stickers.
- I'm sorry. - You scared me. You gotta be careful.
I scared myself scaring you scaring me.
- I mean, I wasn't like "scared" scared. - No, of course not. No.
- I was more... - I overheard you talkin' to Mater.
When? Just now? What, what did, what did you hear?
Something about a helicopter ride.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, he got a kick out of that, didn't he?
- Did you mean it? - What?
- That you'll get him a ride. - Who knows?
First things first. I gotta get outta here and make the race.
You know... Mater trusts you.
Yeah, OK.
- Did you mean that? - What?
Was it just a "Yeah, OK", or "Yeah... OK" or "Yeah, o-OK"?
Look, I'm exhausted. It's kinda been a long day.
Yeah, OK. G'night.
Hey, thank you.
What did you just say?
You know, thanks for lettin' me stay here.
It's nice to be out of the impound, and this is... It's great.
- Newly refurbished, right? - Yeah.
- G'night. - Good night.
Will you turn that disrespectful junk off?
Respect the classics, man. It's Hendrix!
No!
I gotta get outta here!
Hey, have you seen the Sheriff? Oh! Oh, my gosh.
- Hey, what are you doin'? - Get a good peek, city boy?
I just need my daily gas ration from the Sheriff.
Wait for him at Flo's. Get outta here.
I've been trying to get outta here for three days!
Hope you enjoyed the show!
Whoa, Doc.
Time to clean out the garage, buddy, come on.
What?
He has a Piston Cup?
Oh, my gosh.
Three Piston Cups?
Sign says stay out.
You have three Piston Cups. How could you have...
I knew you couldn't drive. I didn't know you couldn't read.
- You're the Hudson Hornet! - Wait at Flo's, like I told ya!
Of course. I can't believe I didn't see it before.
You're The Fabulous Hudson Hornet!
You used to hold the record for most wins in a season. Oh, we gotta talk.
- You gotta show me your tricks. Please. - I tried that.
You won three times! Look at those trophies!
You look. All I see is a bunch of empty cups.
You know, some automotive yoga could really lower your RPM's, man.
Oh, take a car wash, hippie.
Yeah, look at my husband, y'all! That's your color!
- Yellow, baby. - You smokin' hot!
There he is.
Oh, my gosh! Did you know Doc is a famous racecar?
- Doc? Our Doc? - Not Doc Hudson.
No, no, no, no, it's true! He's a real racing legend.
He's The Fabulous Hudson Hornet!
Fabulous? I never seen Doc drive more than 20 miles an hour.
I mean, have you ever seen him race?
No, but I wish I could have. They say he was amazing!
- He won three Piston Cups! - He did what in his cup?
I think the heat's startin' to get to the boy!
Well, I'll say! Look how red he is.
Yeah, I think he needs a new coat of poly, man.
- Are you sick, buddy? - You are lookin' peaked.
He needs a new coat of poly for sure!
Hey, hey! What are you doin'?
It's OK, Sheriff. You can trust me, right?
I trust you, all right. It's him I'm worried about.
I trust him.
- Come on, let's take a drive. - A drive?
Yeah, a drive.
Don't you big city racecars ever just take a drive?
No. No, we don't.
Hey, Stickers! You comin' or what?
- And you thought he was gonna run. - Hey, can you believe it, man?
He actually thought Doc was a famous racecar!
That's so too much!
OK, you got me out here. Where are we goin'?
I don't know.
Whoa! Yes.
Wow. What is this place?
Wheel Well.
Used to be the most popular stop on the mother road.
This place?
Yeah, imagine.
Oh, imagine what it must have been like to stay here.
You know, I don't get you.
How does a Porsche wind up in a place like this?
Well, it's really pretty simple. I was...
...an attorney in LA livin' life in the fast lane, and...
Oh, you were, were you? Were you rich?
- What? - Just... clues to the puzzle.
Yeah, OK. Well, that was my life.
And you know what?
It never felt... happy.
Yeah. I mean... really?
Yeah. So I left California.
Just drove and drove and finally broke down right here.
Doc fixed me up, Flo took me in.
Well, they all did. And I never left.
Yeah. You know, I understand.
You need a little R and R. Recharge the old batteries.
But you know, after a while, why didn't you go back?
I fell in love.
Yep.
- Corvette? - No.
I fell in love with this.
Whoa. Look at that.
Look, they're drivin' right by.
They don't even know what they're missing!
Well, it didn't used to be that way.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah. Forty years ago, that Interstate down there didn't exist.
Really?
Yeah. Back then,
cars came across the country a whole different way.
How do you mean?
The road didn't cut through the land like that Interstate.
It moved with the land, you know? It rose, it fell, it curved.
- Mornin'! - Nice day, huh?
Cars didn't drive on it to make great time.
They drove on it to have a great time.
Well, what happened?
The town got bypassed just to save ten minutes of driving.
How great would it have been to see this place in its heyday!
I can't tell you how many times I've dreamed of that.
But one of these days we'll find a way to get it back on the map.
Yeah. Hey, listen, thanks for the drive.
I had a great time.
It's kinda nice to slow down every once in a while.
You're welcome.
Hey, listen, listen!
If anybody asks you, we was out smashin' mailboxes, OK?
Wha... what?
Oh, man, the paint's still wet!
No, no, no, no! Get out of the store!
Hey! Don't eat the radial! Here, take-a the snow tires.
- Mater! - I wasn't tractor-tippin'!
Then where did all these gol-durn tractors come from?
- Whoa, boy! - Hey! Hey, guys!
There's one goin' this way.
I got it.
Come here, little tractor, come here.
Yeah, that's a good tractor.
No, no, no, no, come here.
What are you doing?
You're not supposed to go wandering off all...
...alone.
What are you doin' with those old racin' tires?
Come on, Doc, drive.
Yeah.
Wow.
You're amazing!
What are you doin'?
Doc, wait!
Giddup right in there! Come on, Rusty.
Doc, hold it! Seriously, your driving's incredible!
- Wonderful. Now, go away. - Hey, I mean it. You've still got it!