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Jackson Storm: Wow! Thank you, Mr. McQueen. You have no idea what a pleasure it is for me to finally beat you. Lightning: Uh, thanks. [pauses] Wait, hang on, did you say meet or beat? Jackson: [pauses, levelly] I think you heard me. McQueen: [confused] Uh, what? Chick Hicks: Welcome back to Chick's Picks with Chick Hicks, starring me, former and forever Piston Cup champion Chick Hicks! [imitates fanfare] This just in: Rookie Jackson Storm slams the proverbial door on Lightning McQueen! [laughs] I could've enjoyed it if I'd beaten McQueen myself. Oh, wait, I have! [chuckles] But enough about me. Here to tell you how it happened is professional number-cruncher, Miss Natalie Certain! 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: What? Old-timers like this guy? [gestures to a picture of Lightning and laughs.] Natalie: Um... right. Storm achieves his top speed by exploiting

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

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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!

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Sterling: Hey, Cruz! Cruz Ramirez: Oh, hey, Mr. Sterling! Sterling: I'd like to introduce you to Lightning McQueen. Lightning: [to Cruz] I hear you're the maestro. [chuckles] Cruz: [ignoring Lightning] Mr. Sterling, did you say Lightning McQueen was here? Because he'd be great! [snorts] I don't see him anywhere! Luigi: Uh.... but he's right here. [gestures to McQueen] Do you not see him? Cruz: Nope. Still don't see him. Luigi: But he is right in front of you! It is Lightning McQueen! Cruz: He's obviously an imposter. [circles] He looks old and broken down. Lightning: Hey! Cruz: With flabby tires! [hits his front right tire] Lightning: I do not! Cruz: Use that!! Lightning: Whoa! Oh, yeah. I see. I can use that energy for motivation, right? [playfully growls] 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

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Sterling: Hey! Lightning! Come in, got something to show you. You ready? Lightning: Uh... for what? [He enters; Sterling shows him of array of Lightning McQueen-themed merchandise] 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] That... that sounds like something that happens after you're... [with sudden realization] ...Done racing. [Long pause] Mr. Sterling, what is this about? Sterling: Look, Lightning. [inhales] I'm not gonna race you. Lightning: [shocked] What?

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

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The beach ate me.

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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 spray-paints the number 20 on one of her sides] Wait, wait, no, no, no, no, no, no! I'm not a racer! Roscoe: Rule number 2: Last car standin' wins! And rule number 3: No cursing. It's family night. [leaves] Lightning: Excuse me? Sir...? Cruz: Wait! No! I'm just a trainer!

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Miss Fritter: [approaches menacingly to McQueen and Cruz] Boo! [laughs as two more competitors named Dr. Damage and Arvy drive up beside her] 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!

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Cruz: So... trophy's kinda nice. Don't you think? [all she gets is Lightning's glare] I know, I mean, I know, like, you have got a billion of them, so, you, you would know. [Lightning still doesn't respond] 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: Do you know what happens if I lose this race? [Cruz doesn't answer] Every mile of this trip was to get me faster than Jackson Storm. FASTER! I started off getting nowhere for a week, on a simulator! [Luigi and Guido open a curtain in concern, watching the outburst, and Mack shows concern too] I lose a whole day with you on Fireball Beach. <big>AND THEN, I WASTE TONIGHT IN THE CROSSHAIRS OF MISS FRITTER!!</big> I'm stuck at the same speed I was a month ago! I can't get any faster bec

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Mater: [talking to Lightning on his smartphone] You know what I'd do? Lightning: What? Mater: I dunno. I got nothing.

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Lightning: Hey, Cruz. Cruz: You won't talk me out of this, Mr. McQueen. I'm going back. I resign as your trainer. Lightning: Alright, I accept your resignation. Bye! [closes the trailer] 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: Come on. [pulls out Cruz's broken Crazy 8 trophy, now put together with duct tape] I fixed it. Cruz: No. Thanks anyway, but I'm done. Lightning: Okay. But maybe this will change your mind?! Hit it! [Luigi and Guido put on upbeat techno music on the stereo] 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

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

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Sally: Listen, you are gonna do great today. And no matter what happens... I am going to move on to 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. 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?

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