Cars 3 (2017) - Quotes

Taglines: The lightning stops in the end.

Taglines: A storm is coming.

Taglines: [[Finding Dory; [Inside Out (2015 film)|Inside Out] From the creators of ] and ].

Taglines: From this moment, go faster.

Taglines: From this moment, everything will change.

Mater: ♪ My car holder's happy, my tank is full My engine's running like a brahma bull My bumpers are polished and a talk about luck I just got a date with an ice cream truck ♪

Mater: [knocks the pile of tires over; looks around, noticing that Lightning isn't there] Shoot. Hey, McQueen, you still there? McQueen? (sighs). Technology.

Sally: Listen, you are gonna do great today. And no matter what happens... I am going to move onto the next rookie and forget I ever knew you.

Lightning: I'm glad you're here.

Jackson Storm: [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: [scoffs] What a jerk (he is).

Lightning: [drives up to Storm] She's not a fan, Storm.

Jackson Storm: Oh, hey, there, champ. I heard you're selling mudflaps after today. Is that true? Hey, you put me down for the first case, okay?

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 him.

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: [Lightning looks around to see absolutely no damage] Sure? Cause there's not a scratch on ya. Funny what a racer can do when he's not overthinking things.

Lightning: Hey, Cruz.

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

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

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

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

Lightning: [Luigi and Guido put on upbeat techno music on the stereo] Okay. But maybe this will change your mind?! Hit it! 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: All right, I'll go!

Lightning: You won't get on the ramp!

Cruz: [agitated] All right, I'll go! Just stop!

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

Lightning: What?

Mater: I dunno. I got nothing.

Cruz: [all she gets is Lightning's glare; Lightning still doesn't respond] So... trophy's kinda nice. Don't you think? I know, I mean, I know like, you have got a billion of them, so, you, you would know. 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: Stop. Just stop! Okay, Cruz? You don't even know. You don't even have one clue!

Cruz: Hey! I was just trying to help!

Lightning: [Cruz doesn't answer; Luigi and Guido open a curtain in concern, watching the outburst, and Mack shows concern too; Cruz is feeling silent and hurt; slams his tire at the wall, causing Cruz's trophy to break onto the floor] Do you know what happens if I lose this race? 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 get any faster because I'M TOO BUSY TAKING CARE OF MY TRAINER!! 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!

Cruz: [shocked and then turns to anger] Mack, pull over!

Mack: What? Now?

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

Mack: [starts pulling over from the road] Aah! Okay, okay! Pulling over! Pulling over!

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: [Lightning is shocked; Cruz is now heartbroken] No! I've wanted to become a racer forever! Because of you! 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: What happened?

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

Lightning: What?

Cruz: [Lightning becomes remorseful; as she decides to leave; starts to drive away, but turns around again] 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. Yeah, so, uh... I-I'm gonna head back to the training center. I think we both know it's for the best. 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: [turns to leaves] I wish I knew what that felt like. Good luck, Mr. McQueen.

Lightning: Cruz. Cruz, wait.

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

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

Miss Fritter: Oh, I am gonna fix that!

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

Roscoe: Rule number 1: The gate closes, you race.

Cruz: [gasps as someone spraypaints the number 20 on one of her sides] Wait, wait, no, no, no, no, no, no! I'm not a racer!

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

Lightning: Excuse me? Sir...?

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

Cruz: The beach ate me.

Luigi: Welcome, racers, to Fireball Beach! Historic home for today's great test of speed! Our finish line will be the abandoned pier in the distance!

Lightning: [under his breath; closes his eyes] All right. Quicker than quick, 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; drives back to Cruz] Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! There you go! Felt good! 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: [chuckles; pauses] My electronic personal assistant. You know, like on your phone. 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.

Sterling: Hey! Lightning! Come in, got something to show you. You ready?

Lightning: [He enters; Sterling shows him of array of Lightning McQueen-themed merchandise] Uh... for what? 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 are famous now?

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 weirdly; with sudden realization; Long pause] That... that sounds like something that happens after you're... ...Done racing. Mr. Sterling, what is this about?

Sterling: [inhales] Look, Lightning. 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 am 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; Lightning nods] One race? If you don't win at Florida, you retire?

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.

Sterling: Hey, Cruz!

Cruz Ramirez: Oh, hey, Mr. Sterling!

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

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

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

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

Cruz: Nope. Still don't see him.

Luigi: But he is right in front of you! It is Lighting McQueen!

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

Lightning: Hey!

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

Lightning: I do not!

Cruz: Use that!!

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

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: [half-mutters] Haha. Not that much older but —

Cruz: [Lightning looks confused] In fact, I call you... my senior project.

Sally: Hey, Stickers.

Lightning: Hey. Sal.

Sally: How you feeling?

Lightning: Yeah. Great. Really, really, great.

Sally: Been thinking about Doc again?

Lightning: 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.

Sally: Then, change 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!

Lightning: [catches up to Cal, who has announced his retirement; drives up to him] Hey, Cal! Hey, retirement? What's going on?

Lightning: Yeah.

Chick Hicks: [imitates fanfare; laughs; chuckles] Welcome back to Chick's Picks with Chick Hicks, staring me, former and forever Piston Cup champion Chick Hicks! This just in: Rookie Jackson Storm slams the proverbial door on Lightning McQueen! I could've enjoyed if I'd beaten McQueen myself. Oh, wait, I have! 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: [gestures to a picture of Lightning and laughs] What? Old-timers like this guy?

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.

Lightning McQueen: [drives up to 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: [pauses] Uh, thanks. Wait, hang on, did you say meet or beat?

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

McQueen: [confused] Uh, what?