Cars 22011

Mater:
[whistling] I’ll take one of them. Thank you. Never know which one McQueen will have a hankering for. Hey, whatcha got here that's free? How about that pistachio ice cream?

Sushi Chef:
No, no. Wasabi.

Mater:
Oh, same old, same old. What's up with you? [looks again at the bucket of wasabi] That looks delicious! [the Sushi Chef takes a knife and sets a small piece of wasabi on a tray, then puts it on the counter] Uh, a little more, please? [the chef adds more wasabi] It is free, right? [the chef adds more] Keep it coming. A little more. Come on, let's go, it's free! You're gettin' there; scoop, scoop! [the Sushi Chef gives in and scoops out a baseball-sized serving of wasabi] There we go! Now, that’s a scoop of ice cream!

Sushi Chef:
[bowing and speaking in Japanese] Okuyami moshiagarimasu. (My condolences.)

Miles:
And now our last competitor: Number 95, Lightning McQueen!

Lighting:
Ka chow! Thank you so much for having us, Sir Axlerod. I really look forward to racing. This is a great opportunity.

Miles:
Oh, the pleasure is all ours, Lightning. You and your team bring excellence and professionalism to this competition.

Mater:
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Someone get me water! Aah! Oh, sweet relief. Sweet relief. [Speaks on the microphone] Whatever you do, DO NOT EAT the free pistachio ice cream. It has TURNED. [echoes]

Lightning:
Sir Axlerod, I can explain. This is Mater. He’s...

Miles:
No, I know him. This is a bloke called in to the television show. You’re the one I have to thank.

Mater:
No, thank you. This trip has been amazing.

[Miles leaks oil and blames it on Mater, tells Mater off]

Miles:
Ah! He’s a little excited isn’t he?

Lightning:
Mater!

Mater:
But wait, I... Oh, shoot!

Lightning:
Mater.

Miles:
Has anyone got a towel?

Lightning:
Mater, you have to get a hold of yourself. You're making a scene!

Mater:
But I never leak oil. Never.

Lightning:
Go take care of yourself right now! [Mater drives away]

Mater:
Coming through. Excuse me. Leakin’ Oil. Where’s the bathroom. Thank you. I gotta go. Oh, er... Er... Sorry, ladies.