Cars 3

Lightning McQueen:
[drive up to next generation racer Jackson Storm, who has won the Dinoco 400] Hey! Jackson Storm, right? Great race today.

Jackson Storm:
Wow...thank you, Mr. McQueen. You have no idea what a pleasure it is for me to finally beat you.

Lightning:
Uh, thanks. [pauses] Wait, hang on, did you say "meet" or "beat"?

Jackson:
[pauses, levelly] I think you heard me.

McQueen:
Uh... what?

[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]

Lightning:
[to Sally; about Doc Hudson] 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:
But that hasn't happened.

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 Sal.

Sally:
Don't fear failure. Be afraid of not having the chance. You have the chance! Doc didn't and you can either take it or do what you've been doing sitting in here for months and by the way I love what you've done with the place.

Sterling:
Hey, Cruz!

Cruz Ramriez:
Oh, hey, Mr. Sterling!

Sterling:
I'd like to introduce you to Lightning McQueen.

Lightning:
[to Cruz] I hear you're the maestro. [chuckles]

Cruz:
[ignoring Lightning] Mr. Sterling, did you say Lightning McQueen was here? Because... [snorts] I don't see him anywhere.

Luigi:
Uh... but he's right here. [gestures to McQueen] Do you not see him?

Cruz:
Nope. Still don't see him.

Luigi:
But he is right in front of you! IT IS LIGHTNING MCQUEEN!

Cruz:
He's obviously an imposter. [circles] He looks old, and broken down.

Lightning:
Hey!

Cruz:
With flabby tires! [hits his front right tire]

Lightning:
I do not!

Cruz:
Use that!

Lightning:
Whoa! Oh, yeah. I see. I can use that energy for motivation, right? [playfully growls]

Cruz:
It's all about motivation, Mr. McQueen. You can use anything negative as fuel to push through to the positive!

Lightning:
I've 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. [half-mutters] Not that much older but —

Cruz:
In fact, I call you my..."Senior Project". [Lightning looks confused]

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.]

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; pause] You do have a phone, don't you?

Lightning:
Race cars don't have phones, Cruz.

Luigi:
[completely irritated] Go....

Cruz:
[sinks into the sand until only her eyes are visible] The beach ate me.

[Lightning discovers he and Cruz have snuck into a demolition derby]

Lightning:
Cruz, this isn't what I thought it was. C'mon! Follow me and we'll slip out!

[The gate closes right before they can escape.]

Roscoe:
Rule number 1: Gate closes, you race.

Cruz:
[gasps as someone spraypaints #20 on her side] Wait, nonono! I'm not a racer!!

Roscoe:
Rule number 2: Last car standin' wins! And rule number 3: No cursing. It's Family Night. [leaves]

Lightning:
Excuse me? Sir...?!

Cruz:
Wait! No! I'm just a TRAINER!

[They are dragged back to the track.]

Miss Fritter:
[approaches menacingly to McQueen and Cruz] Boo! [two more competitors named Dr. Damage and Arvy drive up beside her] Looky here, boys. We got us a couple-a-rookies! I'm gonna call you (Lightning) "Muddy Bridges". And you (Cruz) "Lemonade".

Arvy:
Hey! Neither one of 'em has a single dent!

Miss Fritter:
Oh, I'm gonna fix that!

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 start off getting nowhere for a week on a simulator! I lose a whole day with you on Fireball Beach. AND THEN, I WASTE TONIGHT IN THE CROSSHAIRS OF MISS FRITTER! I'm stuck in the same speed I was a month ago! I can't go any faster BECAUSE I'M TOO BUSY TAKING CARE OF MY TRAINER!!! [Cruz is feeling silent and hurt] 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 abou but you're not! So you don't! [he slams his tire at the wall, causing Cruz's trophy to break onto the floor; Cruz is shocked, and then turns to anger of her own]

Cruz:
Mack! Pull over!

Mack:
What? Now?

Cruz:
NOW! [she pushes the button to open Mack's trailer]

Mack:
Ah! OK, OK! [starts pulling over from the road] Pulling over! Pulling over!

[Mack stops as Cruz drives out of his trailer while 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:
[brief pause] Did you--?

Cruz:
NO! I wanted to become a racer forever because of you! [Lightning is shocked; Cruz is now 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 becomes remorseful; as she 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.

Lightning:
Cruz… Cruz, wait!

[Cruz ignores Lightning and he sighs]

Mater:
[talking to Lightning on his smartphone] You know what I'd do?

Lightning:
What?

Mater:
... I dunno. I got nothin'.

Smokey:
Lesson 1: you're old. Accept it.

Cruz:
I told him that.

Smokey:
He's probably losin' his hearing.

Cruz:
[shouting] He said you're old and losing!

Lightning:
[annoyed] I heard them!

Smokey:
You'll never be as fast as Storm. But you can be smarter than him.

Lightning:
Okay, what do I do?

Smokey:
They said you were in a...demolition derby.

Lightning:
Yeah! It was terrible! And I was —

Smokey:
Sure? 'Cause there's not a scratch on ya.

[Lightning looks around to see absolutely no damage]

Smokey:
Funny what a racer can do when he's not overthinking things.

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 Carrera:
[scoffs] What a jerk.

Lightning:
[drives up to Jackson] 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 rams Cruz and getting closer to the finish line]

Lightning:
Cruz! Get outta there!

Jackson:
You don't belong on this track!

Cruz:
YES... I... DO!!!

[Cruz bounces off a wall and flips over Jackson exactly how Doc did. She overtakes him and to win 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 Strip Weathers 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:
[peeking out] Uh, guys? I'm still right here!

Lightning:
Team Dinoco, Cruz!

Sterling:
[mumbling 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 crowds 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:
[singsonging] That was the deal! You are not a nice guy! But 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 to billionaire...

[The press starts surrounding Cruz as Lightning looks on happily]

Lightning:
Kid's got a lot of stuff...eh, Doc?

Sally:
[driving up to Lighting] 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:
[chuckling 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 exhibition of speed!

[Cruz drives up, now wearing Dinoco decals and has the number 51]

Cruz:
[giggles] Thanks, guys!

Louise Nash:
Nice paint, kiddo!

Mater:
[pushes his way forward wearing a Dinoco hat] Pardon me! Big hat, comin' through! Git-r-done, 51! Woooohoo!!

Smokey:
Great number! Was McQueen's idea; he felt Hud wanted you to have it.

Cruz:
I love it.

Sally:
Oh, it's perfect, it's very old school.

Lightning:
Did someone just say "old school"?

[Lightning comes forward, now in a dark blue paint job reminiscent of Doc's, with similar decals and a logo reading "FABULOUS LIGHTNING MCQUEEN"; ZZ Ward's "Ride" plays in the background; his bottom back reads "For Doc Hudson"]

Smokey:
Whoa-ho!

Sally:
Trying something new! I like it!

Cruz:
Wow, subtle...

Lightning:
Figured if I'm gonna be your crew chief, I'd better do it in style.

Cruz:
What's Mr. Sterling gonna say?

Lightning:
I'm actually more worried about what Tex is gonna say, considering he uh... bought Rust-Eze. Thanks, Tex!

Tex:
[honks] I made that Sterling fella a Texas-sized offer!

Lightning:
So, ready to start training?

Cruz:
I don't know... you ready to lose again?

Lightning:
Ohh! Hope you got your fluffy cloud!

Cruz:
I hope you got your drip pan!

Lightning:
Got my drip pan, and I've... takin' my nap?!

Cruz:
Bring it on, old man!

Lightning:
Luigi?

Luigi:
[waves his 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.]

[post-credits scene for last lines]

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

Female press 1:
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!

Male 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 and catches up to Cal, who has announced his retirement] 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]

Lightning:
Hey. Sal.

Sally:
How you feeling.

Lightning:
Great. Really, really, great.

Sally:
Been think about Doc again.

Lightning:
[to Sally; about Doc Hudson] Yeah. 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:
But that hasn't happened.

Lightning:
No. But I can't go out on the track and do the same old thing! It won't work!

Sally:
Then better chance 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. Doc didn’t. And you can either take it or you can do what you been doing. Sitting. In here. For months.

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] ...cloud...

Cruz:
There you go!

Student Kurt:
You’re a cloud! [snickers]

Student Ronald:
Shut up, Kurt!

Cruz:
Here comes 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:
She train young racers to push through their own obstacles. Tailor-made for each one. Now she’s gonna work with you.

Cruz:
Let’s go! Let’s go! You guys got to work through this stuff... So when your big chance comes along you can take it.

Sterling:
Hey, Cruz!

Cruz Ramriez:
Oh, hey, Mr. Sterling!

Sterling:
I'd like to introduce you to Lightning McQueen.

Lightning:
[to Cruz] I hear you're the maestro. [chuckles]

Cruz:
[ignoring Lightning] Mr. Sterling, did you say Lightning McQueen was here? Because... [snorts] I don't see him anywhere.

Luigi:
Uh... but he's right here. [gestures to McQueen] Do you not see him?

Cruz:
Nope. Still don't see him.

Luigi:
But he is right in front of you! IT IS LIGHTNING MCQUEEN!

Cruz:
He's obviously an imposter. [circles] He looks old, and broken down.

Lightning:
Hey!

Cruz:
With flabby tires! [hits his front right tire]

Lightning:
I do not!

Cruz:
Use that!

Lightning:
Whoa! Oh, yeah. I see. I can use that energy for motivation, right? [playfully growls]

Cruz:
It's all about motivation, Mr. McQueen. You can use anything negative as fuel to push through to the positive!

Lightning:
I've 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. [half-mutters] 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.] 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 you lunch!

Lightning:
Wha... hey, when I do...

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.] 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?

Lightning:
Well, life's a beach. And then you drive. [Pauses; Luigi and Guido snicker.] Heh, thank you.

Cruz:
This is beautiful! I can see why Mr. Sterling said you wanted to train out here. As soon as this thing is booted up, we'll get you on the treadmill and I'll track your speed.

Lightning:
What?! No!! The whole idea is gettin’ my tires dirty! Real racing! I’m not drivin’ on that when I got the sand, and the whole Earth!

[The treadmill finishes booting up]

Cruz:
[crushed] Oh, okay... [Starts packing it away real slowly]

Lightning:
Luigi, let’s do this.

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; pause] 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] Quicker that 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 start, 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 ranger. 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 waves hits her] Sorry.

Luigi:
Go.

Cruz:
[slides out of control] Ohhhhhhhh...!

Luigi:
[completely irritated] 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 traction or you’re gonna spin out! [flexes his tire] Let’s do this thing!

Luigi:
[getting bored] On your mark, get set, go.

[Both takes 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 don’t wanna hit a crab!

Lightning:
You gotta be kidding me...

Cruz:
What? It was cute!

Lightning:
Ugh! [Now it’s sunset] All right, one last chance to try this before it gets dark! Now you’re gonna take off slow to let your tires grab.

Cruz:
Yes.

Lightning:
And pick a straight line on the hard sand so you don’t spit out!

Cruz:
Uh-huh!

Lightning:
And alllllll of the crabbies have gone night-night!

Cruz:
Mr. McQueen...

Lightning:
Alright, let’s go again!

Luigi:
[completely irritated] And go...

[They take off for the final time; Cruz manages to stay behind him all the way.]

Hamilton:
150 miles per hour. 175 miles per hour. 196 miles per hour.

[They reach the abandoned pier together.]

Lightning:
Woohoohoo!! All right! Finally! You made it! Congratulations, how’d I do?

Cruz:
You topped out at 198.

Mater:
What do you mean "not on the road"?

Lightning:
Well... you 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 feel like I’m all out of ideas...

Mater:
[talking to Lightning on his smartphone] Hmm... Alright, let me think. Oh. You know what I'd do?

Lightning:
What?

[Pauses]

Mater:
... I dunno. I got nothin'. I guess ain't Doc. Well, expect for, maybe, whoever taught him.

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!

Jackson:
Would you stop that? You’re taking me off my line!

Lightning:
Last lap!

Smokey:
Come on, Cruz!

Cruz:
Uh-oh! My GPS is saying i have slow traffic in my way.

Jackson:
No, no, no, you are not winning this!

Cruz:
Uh, you're angry!

Jackson:
I am not angry!

Cruz:
You know, you can use that anger to push through.

Jackson:
I SAID I'M NOT ANGRY!!! [Cruz drives across Jackson Storm] Oh, I don't think so! NO!

[Jackson rams Cruz and getting closer to the finish line]

Lightning:
Cruz, get outta there!

Jackson:
You don't belong on this track!

Cruz:
YES... I... DO!!!

[Cruz bounces off a wall and flips over Jackson exactly how Doc did. She overtakes him and wins the Florida 500]

[after Mater tells Lightning of Doc's old coach Smokey, Mac catches up to Cruz and comes in front of her; Lightning opens the trailer]

Lightning:
Hey, Cruz.

Cruz:
You won't talk me out of this, Mr. McQueen. I'm going back. I resign as your trainer.

Lightning:
Alright, I accept your resignation. Bye! [closes the trailer]

Cruz:
Oh, okay.

Lightning:
[opens his trailer again] But... since you cleared your calendar, why don't you come with us? I'm looking for someone named Smokey, hoping he can help me. Maybe he can help you, too.

Cruz:
Nah.

Lightning:
Come on. [pulls out Cruz's broken Crazy 8 trophy, now put together with duct tape] I fixed it.

Cruz:
No. Thanks anyway, but I'm done.

Lightning:
Okay. But maybe this will change your mind?! Hit it! [Luigi and Guido puts on upbeat techno music on the stereo] First, I'm gonna loosen up these ancient joints.

Cruz:
No, please don't!

Lightning:
[singing] 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:
[agitated] Alright, I'll go! Just stop!

Chick Hicks:
Welcome back to Chick's Picks with Chick Hicks, staring me, former and forever Piston Cup champion Chick Hicks! [imitates fanfare] This just in: Rookie Jackson Storm slams the proverbial door on Lightning McQueen! [laughs] I could've enjoyed if I'd beaten McQueen myself. Oh, wait, I have! [chuckles] But enough about me. Here to tell you how it happened is professional number-cruncher Miss Natalie Certain!

Natalie Certain:
It's a pleasure to be here, Chick. And, actually, I prefer the term "statistical analyst."

Chick:
Right. So, who is this mysterious newcomer Jackson Storm? And why's he's darn fast?

Natalie:
It's no mystery when you study the data, Chick. Jackson Storm is part of the next generation of high-tech racers unlike the veterans of yesterday.

Chick:
What? Old-timers like this guy? [gestures to a picture of Lightning and laughs]

Natalie:
Um... right. Storm achieves his top speed by exploiting the numbers. I refer, of course, to racing data, tire pressure, down force, weight distribution, aerodynamics, and next-gens like Storm are taking advantage. The racing world is changing.

Chick:
And for the better if it 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.