Cars 3 Quotes

[from trailer]

Lightning McQueen: I'm coming for you, Storm.

[from trailer]

Cruz Ramirez: You'll need my help, Mr. McQueen.

[from trailer]

Smokey Yunick: You will never be the racer you once were... Accept it.

[from trailer]

Lightning McQueen: [turns off his TV where it talks about his crash] I decide when I'm done.

[from trailer]

Smokey Yunick: You'll never be the racer you once were. You can't turn back the clock, kid. But you can wind it up again.

[as Jackson Storm is in the lead, McQueen is fading behind]

Lightning McQueen: No. No, no, no. No!... NO!

Sterling: [to Lightning McQueen] Movie deals, infomercial, product endorsements. You think you're famous now?

[laughs]

Sterling: You'll be rich beyond belief.

Lightning McQueen: Mr. Sterling, what is this about?

Sterling: Your legacy. Every time you lose... you damage yourself. I'm sorry. Your racing days are coming to an end.

Sally Carrera: How you feeling?

Lightning McQueen: I can't go out on the track and do the same old thing; it won't work!

TV Broadcaster: [to the TV] We can only hope that this race today wasn't his last.

Lightning McQueen: I decide when I'm done.

Mater: [to Lightning McQueen on a computer] You know what I'd do?

Lightning McQueen: What?

Mater: ...I don't know. I got nothin'.

Cruz Ramirez: [to McQueen] I am so excited to train you. I like a challenge.

[McQueen chuckles]

Cruz Ramirez: I call you, my senior project.

Luigi: [Cruz and McQueen are about to have a race] On your mark, get set, and go!

Cruz Ramirez: [spins out of control; McQueen stops] Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!

[sinks into the sand]

Cruz Ramirez: The beach ate me.

Reporter #1: [to McQueen] How you feeling?

Reporter #2: [to McQueen] Have you seen the latest record Storm's been set?

Reporter #3: [to McQueen] Have you given any thought to retiring?

Reporter #4: [to McQueen] McQueen, over here!

Jackson Storm: [to McQueen while racing] Don't you worry, pal. You had a good run.

[zooms past McQueen]

Sterling: [with Luigi, Guido, and McQueen; yelling to Cruz] Hey, Cruz!

Cruz Ramirez: Oh, hey, Mr. Sterling!

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

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

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

Luigi: Uh, but he is right here.

[gestures to McQueen]

Luigi: Do you not see him?

Cruz Ramirez: Nope, still don't see him.

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

Bob Cutlass: Storm's ability to hold that line is like nothing we've ever seen.

Darrell Cartrip: Four in a row? Are you kidding me?

Lightning McQueen: [to Cruz after practicing racing a lap] Hey, what was my speed?

Cruz Ramirez: I don't know. I can only track you on the treadmill.

Lightning McQueen: No treadmills!

Cruz Ramirez: Oh, what about Hamilton?

Hamilton: [beeps to life] Hamilton here.

Lightning McQueen: Who's Hamilton?

Cruz Ramirez: My electronic personal assistant. You know, like on your phone. You have a phone, don't you?

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

Lightning McQueen: [looking at Jackson Storm on the screen] Hey, Bobby... who is that?

Bobby Swift: That's, uh... Jackson Storm.

Cal Weathers: Yeah, he's one of the rookies.

Jackson Storm: You have no idea what a pleasure it is for me to finally beet you.

Lightning McQueen: Thanks... Wait, did you say meet or beet?

Jackson Storm: I think you heard me.

Lightning McQueen: Uh... what?

Miss Fritter: [to McQueen and Cruz] Boo!

[laughs]

Miss Fritter: [to her other fellows] Looky here, boys! We got us a couple of rookies.

[to McQueen]

Miss Fritter: I'm gonna call you "Muddy Bridges".

[to Cruz]

Miss Fritter: And you, "Lemonade".

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

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

Smokey Yunick: Go make Hud proud.

Lightning McQueen: You got it!

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

Lightning McQueen: I've been pretty positive ever since I was a rookie.

Cruz Ramirez: I am so excited that I get to train you. I grew up watching you on TV!

Lightning McQueen: Huh, is that right?

Cruz Ramirez: These young guys are great and all, but I like a challenge.

Lightning McQueen: Haha.

[half-mutters]

Lightning McQueen: Not that much older...

Cruz Ramirez: In fact, I call you... my "Senior Project".

Cruz Ramirez: [to Hamilton] Hamilton, track Mr. McQueen's speed and report it.

Hamilton: Tracking...

Cruz Ramirez: [to McQueen] I'll stay as close as I can. Your suit will transmit your speeds to Hamilton.

Lightning McQueen: Fine, whatever. Let's do this.

Lightning McQueen: [drives up to Storm] Hey, Jackson Storm, right? Great race today.

Jackson Storm: Wow, thank you, Mr. McQueen.

Reporter: Hey, Storm, can we get some pictures?

Jackson Storm: Yeah yeah, come on, let's get a picture. You know what, you get a ton of pictures.

[talking about McQueen, who is right next to him]

Jackson Storm: Because champ here has been a role model of mine for years now. And I mean, a *LOT*...

[prods McQueen hard]

Jackson Storm: ...of years, right?

[makes his way to his trailer]

Jackson Storm: I love this guy!

Cruz Ramirez: Good evening, Storm...!

Jackson Storm: [confused] How did you?

Cruz Ramirez: Just back here drafting on your butt, nothing to be concerned about.

[Sterling is not amused as McQueen keeps stumbling, while being on the racing simulator]

Cruz Ramirez: Mr. McQueen? Come down from there, and we'll work you up to this!

Lightning McQueen: I AM FINE, CRUZ! I CAN DO IT! OKAY?

[He suddenly loses control as he is now goes off the track as the screen reads "ERROR mph"]

Lightning McQueen: WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, AAHH!

Simulator: You have jumped a barrier.

Lightning McQueen: SORRY!

Simulator: You have maimed two vehicles. You have destroyed a drinking fountain.

Lightning McQueen: [he screams as he goes into the sky with the Lightyear Blimp on the screen and then flings back down to the ground] AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! AH! AHH! OW!

[Sterling looks not happy as he drives away; fire appears on the screen and McQueen is now going the wrong way passing by next gen racers]

Simulator: You have disabled an ambulance. You are on fire. Danger. Danger. You are going the wrong way.

Lightning McQueen: [even more panicking] TURN IT OFF, TURN IT OFF! GET THESE THINGS OFF OF ME!

[he uses his back wheels, which it makes the locks disconnect]

Lightning McQueen: NOOOO!

[he launches off the platform he's on, and crashes right into the screen]

Simulator: [repeatedly] You have crashed. You have crashed.

Cruz Ramirez: [drives up to see if McQueen is alright as he is seen through the screen] Are you all right?

Simulator: You have crashed.

Lightning McQueen: I've crashed...

[the whole power suddenly goes including the whole racing center]

Ramone: [after giving Lightning a new paint job] It's like the Sistine Chapel on wheels.

Lightning McQueen: [starts riving his engine in front of a mirror] I'm coming for you, Storm.

Cruz Ramirez: [Cruz is watching the news with a trophy while Lightning is completely miffed] So... trophy's kinda nice. Don't you think?

[no response]

Cruz Ramirez: I-I mean, I know like, you've got a billion of them, so y-you would know.

[still no response]

Cruz Ramirez: I still can't believe I won. Heheh. It's pretty shiny. I have never seen one up close. Looks like they spent a lot of money on it, I-I mean, I think it's real metal...

Lightning McQueen: Stop. Just stop! Okay, Cruz? You don't even know. You don't even have one clue!

Cruz Ramirez: Hey! I was trying to...

Lightning McQueen: Do you know what happens if I lose this race?

[Cruz doesn't answer]

Lightning McQueen: Every mile of this trip was to get me faster than Jackson Storm. FASTER!

[Luigi, Guido, and Mack listen on in horror]

Lightning McQueen: 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 get any faster BECAUSE I'M TOO BUSY TAKING CARE OF MY TRAINER!

[Cruz feeling hurt and remains silent]

Lightning McQueen: 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 about! But you're not! So you DON'T!

[he slams his tire on the wall, causing Cruz's trophy to fall off the shelf and break upon hitting the floor; Cruz is crushed]

Cruz Ramirez: [furious] Mack, pull over!

Mack: Wha? Now?

Cruz Ramirez: NOW!

[pushes the button]

Mack: Ahh - Okay okay! Pulling over! Pulling over!

[Mack pulls over]

Cruz Ramirez: [exits Mack] 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 McQueen: Did y - ?

Cruz Ramirez: No! I've wanted to become a racer forever! Because of you.

[Lightning is shocked and heartbroken]

Cruz Ramirez: 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 gonna prove them wrong!

Lightning McQueen: What happened?

Cruz Ramirez: When I got to my first race, I figured it out.

Lightning McQueen: What?

Cruz Ramirez: That I didn't belong. The other racers looked nothing like me. You know, they-they were bigger, and-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 feels bad as Cruz decides to leave]

Cruz Ramirez: 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]

Cruz Ramirez: 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 McQueen: I don't know, I... I just never thought I couldn't.

Cruz Ramirez: I wish I knew what that felt like. Good luck, Mr. McQueen.

[starts driving away]

Lightning McQueen: Cruz... Cruz, wait...!

[Cruz ignores him and he sighs]

[post-credits scene]

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.

[Mater laughs as his smartphone rings]

Mater: Huh? Ahh!

[Mater knocks over a pile of tires]

Mater: Shoot. Hey, McQueen, you still there? McQueen? Ugh. Technology!

Sally Carrera: I miss you Lightning, we all do.

Lightning McQueen: [sighs] Try something now, huh?

[last lines]

Lightning McQueen: So, you ready to start training?

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

Lightning McQueen: Oh! Hope you got your fluffy cloud.

Cruz Ramirez: I hope you got your drip pan!

Lightning McQueen: Got my drip pan, and I've... taken' my nap?

Cruz Ramirez: Bring it on, old man!

Lightning McQueen: Luigi?

Luigi: Go!

Lightning McQueen, Cruz Ramirez: Wahoo!

[They race around Willy's Butte]

[first lines]

[the screen shows a dark background as Lightning McQueen exhales deeply]

Lightning McQueen: Okay, here we go. Focus. Speed. I am speed.

[the screen then shows some race cars whizzing past on a racetrack, then goes back to dark again]

Lightning McQueen: One winner, 42 losers. I eat losers for breakfast.

[the screen then shows some race cars whizzing past on a racetrack again, then goes back to dark again]

Lightning McQueen: Did I used to say that?

Mater: Yes, sir, you did.

[Lightning McQueen gasps and wakes up to see Mater in Mack's trailer with him]

Mater: You used to say that all the time.

Lightning McQueen: Mater, what are you doing in here?

Mater: Well, I didn't want you to be lonely.

Lightning McQueen: [stutters] Thank you. But I'm kind of preparing for a race. I need a little quiet.

Mater: Oh, right. You got it, buddy.

[the back door of Mack's trailer opens up, Mater backs out, and the back door closes]

Mater: Hey, everybody, listen up. My best friend, Lightning McQueen, needs quiet.

[shouts]

Mater: Perfect quiet!

[Mater honks his horn, Lightning McQueen chuckles]

Smokey Yunick: This is where we cut our racing teeth.

Lightning McQueen: In the woods?

River Scott: Let's just say the "moon" was always "shining" on us.

Lightning McQueen: Huh?

Louise Nash: If the "moon" didn't "shine", we didn't have to... oh never mind!

Junior Moon: We ran moonshine, dummy!

Lightning McQueen: Oh!

Smokey Yunick: By the way, no lights... instinct only!