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Speed. I am speed.
Breakfast.
Wait, maybe I
should have had breakfast.
I am lightning!
Ka-chow!
Go, Lightnin'!
- Whoo!
- You got that right, slick.
Right, Darrell.
Chick thought
this was his year.
Hey!
What a ride!
Yeah!
Lightning!
Look at that!
McQueen made it through!
A spectacular move
by Lightning McQueen!
Yeah! Ka-chow!
While everyone
heads into the pits,
You fool!
Come on.
Lightning McQueen
is 100 feet from his Piston Cup!
Lightning!
- Sizzle?
- Am I sorry I don't have a crew chief?
- Adiós, Chuck!
- And my name is not Chuck!
Whatever.
- By me!
- Yeah.
- Zinger!
- Welcome to the Chick era, baby!
Ka-ping! Ka-pow!
Thanks, dear.
Wouldn't be nothing without you.
Kch-i-ka-chow!
- I'm Mia.
- I'm Tia.
- Really? That...
- But you're stupid.
- Excuse me?
- This ain't a one-man deal, kid.
Yeah...
Ka-chow! Ka-pow!
Lightning!
Yeah, that...
That is spectacular advice.
A rookie
has won the Piston Cup.
Yes!
Hey,
that must be really embarrassing.
Yeah! Whoo!
Yep! All right! Got it!
Ka-chow!
He was so rusty
he didn't even cast a shadow.
But remember,
all that salt and grime...
Can rust your bolts and freeze your...
Lightning McQueen,
you are wicked fast!
Yes, I know.
He knows my name.
He knows my name!
Free Bird!
- Hey, kid.
- We love ya.
Merchandising.
And ancillary rights in perpetuity.
Thanks, Harv.
Yes, there's...
Okay, I get it, Mr. Popular.
Break bread
with your mischpoche here!
What? A minivan?
- All night?
- All night long.
Choo!
Pretty music.
Yo, Wingo! Lane change, man.
- Oops! I missed.
- You going on vacation?
- No, Snotrod...
- He's gonna blow!
Choo!
Gesundheit!
Mack!
Mack!
Mack!
Mack!
Mack!
Mack! Mack!
Mack! Mack!
Mack! Mack!
No.
I'm gonna
blow a gasket or somethin'.
Crazy hot-rodder.
- Incoming!
- Whoa, man.
- No!
- Hey!
My tires!
Is it true
he's gonna pose for Cargirl?
Sponsor stated
they have no idea where he is.
Lightning
McQueen must be found at all costs!
Boy.
Where am I?
A parking boot?
Why do I have a parking boot on?
Mater?
What?
You know,
I'd love to see the rest of the town!
- Dad-gum!
- How'd that be, Tuhmater?
- Cool!
- Mater!
To not to.
"Later, Mater."
That's funny!
- Fascist!
- Commie!
All rise!
The Honorable Doc Hudson presiding.
Show-off.
All right,
I'm...
- Case dismissed.
- Yes!
Holy Porsche!
She's gotta be from my attorney's office.
- What the?
- Ka-chow!
Please!
Agh!
Ka-ching!
- Hi, folks!
- Good morning!
What?
Ignore him.
- Lotsa gas!
- Okay, boys, stay with me.
He can do it.
He's got the horsepower.
- Yeah!
- No!
Nice ruling.
What?
Holy shoot!
Five days?
Freedom!
Maybe I should've
hooked him up to Bessie...
Whoo-hoo!
Yes!
Ka-chow.
- Gentlemen.
- Sheriff.
Hey, Sheriff.
- Why here?
- Sono sempre stati qui.
- Guido!
- Red, can you move over?
Where's he goin'?
- Lightning McQueen?
- Yes! Yes!
- What?
- Luigi follow only the Ferraris.
Customers.
Customers!
Customers, everyone! Customers!
- Okay!
- Customers?
- Honey, please.
- Hello.
- Honey, surplus!
- We have too much surplus.
I do have a map
over at the Cozy Cone Motel.
Okay, no.
We're gonna be going now, Okay?
A little somethin'
to remember us by, okay?
- Okay!
- Come back soon, okay?
Do ya?
- Minny, no.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We'll be back
for our Hank Williams marathon...
- That's good.
- after a Piston Cup update.
Still no sign
of Lightning McQueen.
Hoo-hoo-hoo!
Ha-ha!
Yeah!
- He's done!
- Done?
Whee-hoo!
I'm the first one on the new road!
It looks awful!
Red.
Ho-ho-ho!
What?
Then I reckon
you ain't got nothin' to worry about.
Gentlemen,
this will be a one-lap race.
and no lollygaggin'.
Peet stop!
Okay.
Gentlemen,
start your engines!
Luigi?
Dear.
It would seem I'm off to a poor start.
Well, yeah,
I always got my tow cable. Why?
Just in case.
- Man!
- Whoa.
I'm confused.
You think?
Hey, Ã se!
You need a new paint job, man!
Radiator Springs,
a happy place!
Wow.
Mornin', Sally!
Hey, look at this here fancy new road
that Lightnin' McQueen done just made!
Yes! Amazing!
Whoa! Yeah!
Ramone!
Mama ain't seen you that low in years.
This is fantastico!
She's right!
Guido!
So you're a judge,
a doctor and a racing expert.
Whoa!
That...
- Guido, è bellissimo!
- Che cosa?
Lord.
Mater!
Chick's in California
schmoozing Dinoco.
- absolutely free!
- Look, I get all my tires for free.
Ramone, Ramone!
- No! No!
- On the hood right there.
Thanks, Red.
Yeah,
it's like a clever little twist.
Gonna... Yeah.
Good-lookin' girl.
- Tractor-tippin's fun.
- This is ridiculous.
Mater!
Wait, Mater!
- Baby.
- I'm not a baby.
That's Frank.
Run!
Whoa!
Customers!
Oof!
Yeah... Yeah.
Where, where?
- Way.
- Come on, look...
Real mature.
- You're in love!
- Real grown up.
Wreck? Shoot!
I'm the world's best backwards driver!
Mater? Mater!
Mater!
Oof!
Yee-hee!
He's nuts.
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!
In what?
My best friend.
K-I-S-somethin'-somethin'-somethin'-T!
- This is nice.
- Hey, Stickers.
- I'm sorry.
- You scared me. You gotta be careful.
- I was more...
- I overheard you talkin' to Mater.
Yeah, okay.
or "Yeah, okay"
or "Yeah, okay?"
You know,
thanks for lettin' me stay here.
- Good night.
- Good night.
No!
No!
I just need
my daily gas ration from the Sheriff.
Whoa, Doc.
What?
My gosh.
I tried that.
You look.
All I see is a bunch of empty cups.
- Yellow, baby.
- You smokin' hot!
There he is.
My gosh!
Did you know Doc is a famous racecar?
I think he needs
a new coat of poly, man.
I trust him.
Yeah, a drive.
He actually thought
Doc was a famous racecar!
I don't know.
Whoa! Yes.
Ha-ha!
Wheel Well.
This place?
Yeah, imagine.
Imagine
what it must have been like to stay here.
an attorney in LA
livin' life in the fast lane, and...
- What?
- Just clues to the puzzle.
I fell in love.
Yep.
- Corvette?
- No.
Well, it didn't
used to be that way.
Yeah?
Really?
- Mornin'!
- Nice day?
How great
would it have been
Wha... What?
- Mater!
- I wasn't tractor-tippin'!
- Whoa, boy!
- Hey! Hey, guys!
I got it.
alone.
Yeah.
Wow.
You're amazing!
Doc, wait!
Right.
Moved right on to
the next rookie standing in line.
Like you?
You've been here how long
He's done.
He must've finished it
while we was all sleepin'.
Good riddance.
He's gone?
Wait a minute!
Blackwall tires.
They blend into the pavement.
But-a this,
whitewall tires!
They say, "Look at me!
Here I am! Love me."
- Perfetto. Guido!
- Peet stop!
What did
Luigi tell you?
No.
Yeah.
Ka-chow.
Act natural.
- Hi, Sally.
- Buon giorno!
please welcome
the new Lightning McQueen!
Radiator Springs
looks pretty good on me.
I'll say.
Ka-chow.
Shall we cruise?
Of course, Mater.
- Hey!
- Thanks, Mater.
Customers?
McQueen's
wearing whitewalls!
Was McQueen
your prisoner?
Shoot, no!
Sally! Sally!
- Stickers?
- Sally!
Come on,
give us some bolt!
You're here!
Thank the manufacturer! You're alive!
- Mack?
- You're here! I can't believe it!
- Is that Harv?
- Yeah. He's in the back.
- Harv! Harv!
- Give us the bolt!
- Harv?
- Come on!
Look, I wish...
- I know, but...
- Good luck in California.
Sally!
Hey, guys!
McQueen's leavin' in the truck!
- Yeah.
- Thanks for the call.
There's a crowd
of nearly 200,000 cars
He's hot!
Hey, you!
No admittance without a garage pass.
It's okay.
Lightning McQueen knows me!
Sorry, pal.
I am speed.
- It is?
- Not really.
Agh! Shoot!
Chick's not
making it easy on him today.
He lost momentum,
Just me
and the old man, fellas.
Hey, kid,
Doc?
You're goin' up
against professional pit crews.
- You're gonna have to be fast.
- They will not know what bit them!
- Is it?
- Wow. That's him!
It appears McQueen
has got himself a pit crew.
Hey, Doc!
Hey, shrimpie,
where did McQueen find you?
What?
Whoa! Git-R-done!
Hey, tiny,
you gonna clean his windshield?
That was
the fastest pit stop I've ever seen!
Yeah, baby!
He's back in!
Peet stop.
Go!
Lightning McQueen
is gonna win the Piston Cup!
I am not comin' in
behind you again, old man.
No!
Yeah! Whoo-hoo!
Darrell, is pushing
on the last lap legal?
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Ka-chicka! Ka-chicka!
- Thanks, Lightnin'.
- You're welcome.
Thanks, Doc.
Hey, Lightnin'.
He was so rusty,
when he drove down the street,
Ciao.
to get tires.
A real Ferrari!
Actually, I thought
I'd stop and stay awhile.
is setting up his
big racing headquarters here.
K-I-S-S... I-N-T!
I don't know.
Why don't we just take a drive?
Nah.
Yeah! Ka-chow!
Choo!
Wow. Unbelievable.
That many wins in a single season.
- Whoo! Whoo!
- Yeah!
Doc! Doc!
Whoo!
Look at this!
Dang.
Yeah?
Well, good riddance, you loony!
Circus cars?