Cars 32017

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!