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McQUEEN: Okay... Here we go. Focus.
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MACK: Hey, Lightning! You ready?
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McQUEEN: Oh, yeah. Lightning's ready.
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BOB:
Welcome back to the Dinoco 400.
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BOB: Three cars are tied
for the season points lead,
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DARRELL: He's been Dinoco's
golden boy for years!
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BOB: And, as always, in the
second place spot we find Chick Hicks.
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DARRELL: Chick thought
this was his year.
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BOB: You know, I don't think
anybody expected this.
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DARRELL: Will he be the first rookie
to win a Piston Cup and land Dinoco?
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BOB: The legend, the runner-up,
and the rookie!
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FEMALE: I love you, Lightning!
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DARRELL: Trouble, turn three!
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-Get through that, McQueen.
-BOB: Hugh crash behind the leaders!
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BOB: Wait a second, Darrell.
McQueen is in the wreckage.
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DARRELL: There's no way the rookie
can make it through!
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DARRELL: Look at that!
McQueen made it through!
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BOB: A spectacular move
by Lightning McQueen!
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BOB: While everyone
heads into the pits,
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-McQueen made it!
-CHICK: What?
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DARRELL: The rookie fired his
crew chief. The third this season!
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-BOB: Says he likes working alone.
-Go, go!
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-No, no, no, no! No tires, just gas!
-CHUCK: What?
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DARRELL: Looks like its'
gas-and-go's for McQueen today.
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BOB: Right. No tires again.
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DARRELL: That's a short-term gain,
long-term loss,
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BOB: This is it, Darrell.
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DARRELL: No! McQueen's blown a tire!
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BOB: And with only one turn to go!
Can he make it?
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MALE: McQueen's blown a tire!
He's blown a tire!
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DARRELL: He's lost another tire!
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-King and Chick come up fast!
-BOB: They're entering turn three!
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BOB: The King and Chick
rounding turn four.
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DARRELL: Down the stretch they come!
And it's, and it's...
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BOB: The most spectacular, amazing...
DARRELL: I don't believe it!
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MALE 1: That's very close to call.
MALE 2: Can we play that again?
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-POLICE: Okay, girls, that's it.
-We love you, Lightning!
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-(FANFARE)
-BOB: Ladies and gentlemen,
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BOB: ...we have a three-way tie.
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BOB: Piston Cup officials
have determined that a tiebreaker race
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MALE: Yep! All right! Got it!
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MALE 1: But remember,
all that salt and grime...
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DUSTY: Get your rear end in here.
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MALE 2: Lightning McQueen
you are wicked fast!
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-McQUEEN: Give me a little room.
-You're my hero!
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MALE: Free Bird!
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HARV: Is this Lightning McQueen,
the world's fastest racing machine?
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HARV: And it is such an honor
to be your agent
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HARV: Listen, they're giving you 20
tickets for the tiebreaker thing in Cali.
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HARV: Okay, I get it, Mr. Popular.
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HARV: Okay, I gotta jump, kid.
Let me know how it goes. I'm out.
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McQUEEN: What? A minivan?
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MACK: (GROANS)
All those sleeping trucks.
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PETERBILT:
Turn on your lights, you moron!
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-McQUEEN: No!
-Hey!
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MALE 1: Is it true
he's gonna pose for Cargirl?
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MALE 2: What's your strategy?
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-McQueen was reported missing
-MALE 3: ...to race an unprecedented...
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MALE 4: Sponsor stated
they have no idea where he is.
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-What's going on here? Please!
-MATER: (CHUCKLING) You're funny.
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McQUEEN: Oh, great. Just great!
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MATER: Well, if you think that's great,
you should see the rest of the town.
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-Cool!
-SHERIFF: Mater!
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SHERIFF: The Radiator Springs
Traffic Court will come to order!
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FILLMORE: Fascist!
SARGE: Commie!
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-(GASPING)
-HUDSON: All right,
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-What the? Ow! Oh!
-McQUEEN: Ka-chow!
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FILLMORE: Nice ruling.
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MATER: Holy shoot!
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McQUEEN: Freedom!
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McQUEEN: Hey! Hey, big fella!
Yeah, you in the red!
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-McQUEEN: What?
-Luigi follow only the Ferraris.
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SALLY: Customers.
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-SALLY: Okay!
-Customers?
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SALLY: Been a long time.
Remember what we rehearsed.
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-Honey, please.
-SALLY: Hello.
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VAN: Okay! Yes. You bet.
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-(LOCKS BEEPING)
-McQUEEN: No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
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MALE DJ: We'll be back
for our Hank Williams marathon...
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KORI: Still no sign
of Lightning McQueen.
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CHICK: It's nice to get out here
before the other competitors.
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MATER: Whee-hoo!
I'm the first one on the new road!
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SHERIFF: Gentlemen,
this will be a one-lap race.
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SHERIFF: Gentlemen,
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HUDSON: Oh, just in case.
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-Ow!
-FILLMORE: Bad trip, man.
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HUDSON: You drive like you fix roads.
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-McQUEEN: No, thank you.
-How 'bout some organic fuel?
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-That freak juice?
-McQUEEN: Pass.
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McQUEEN: Radiator Springs,
a happy place!
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MATER: Mornin', Sally!
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SALLY: Yes! Uh, amazing!
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-Well, then let's cruise, baby.
-RAMONE: Low and slow.
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-SALLY: Ah!
-Guido!
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McQUEEN: No, no, no, no! Oh, great.
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McQUEEN: Turn right to go left.
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-McQUEEN: Oh!
-(CAR CRASHING)
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-McQUEEN: Ow! Oh, that...
-(CACTUS CRASHING)
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McQUEEN: (SCREAMING) Ow!
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-(CHUCKLES)
-SHERIFF: Mater!
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FLO: Oh, would you look at that?
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LUIGI: Then Luigi make you
a new, new, deal.
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McQUEEN: No, no, no, no.
Deal me out. Pass. No, thank you.
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-No! No!
-SALLY: On the hood right there.
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SALLY: It's newly refurbished.
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McQUEEN: (CHUCKLES) Yeah,
it's like a clever little twist.
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MATER: Tractor-tippin's fun.
McQUEEN: This is ridiculous.
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-(TRACTORS SNORE)
-MATER: All right, listen.
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McQUEEN: (WHISPERING) Mater!
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-MATER: Here he comes, look out!
-(BELLOWING)
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MATER: Tomorrow night we can
go look for the ghostlight!
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McQUEEN: I can't wait, Mater.
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MATER: Oh, yeah, I'm tellin' ya!
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MATER: Yes, you do.
McQUEEN: No way.
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-MATER: Way.
-Come on, look...
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McQUEEN: What are you doing?
Watch out! Look out!
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-Did you mean it?
-McQUEEN: What?
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-McQUEEN: Good night.
-Good night.
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-Hey, what are you doin'?
-SHERIFF: Get a good peek, city boy?
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SHERIFF: Hope you enjoyed the show!
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McQUEEN: What?
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McQUEEN: Three Piston Cups?
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-HUDSON: Sign says stay out.
-(GASPS)
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McQUEEN: You have three
Piston Cups. How could you have...
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-RAMONE: Yellow, baby.
-Mmm. You smokin' hot!
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RAMONE: I think he needs
a new coat of poly, man.
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-MATER: Are you sick, buddy?
-You are looking' peaked.
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-SHERIFF: Hey! What are you doin'?
-It's okay. You can trust me, right?
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-SALLY: Come on, let's take a drive.
-A drive?
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FLO: Mmm-hmm!
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McQUEEN: Wow. What is this place?
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SALLY: (SIGHING) Yeah, imagine.
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McQUEEN: Look, they're drivin' right by.
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SALLY: Well, it didn't
used to be that way.
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SALLY: Yeah. Back then,
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MALE 1: Mornin'!
MALE 2: Nice day, huh?
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McQUEEN: How great
would it have been
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SHERIFF: Mater!
MATER: I wasn't tractor-tippin'!
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-MATER: Whoa, boy!
-Hey! Hey, guys!
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McQUEEN: There's one goin' this way.
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MATER: Giddup right in there!
Come on, Rusty.
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McQUEEN: Right.
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-Hey, look, Doc, I'm not them.
-HUDSON: Oh, yeah?
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SARGE: Will you turn that
disrespectful junk off?
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FILLMORE: Respect the classics, man.
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MATER: He's done.
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-...can get me to California.
-GUIDO: Peet stop?
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-Would you look at that!
-LUIGI: Our first customer in years!
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-(SCOFFS)
-McQUEEN: Oh, don't forget the spare.
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RAMONE: Ah, yeah.
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McQUEEN: Ka-chow.
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-Here she comes!
-McQUEEN: Places, everybody. Hurry!
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-McQUEEN: Act natural.
-(WHISTLING)
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-Of course, Mater.
-SHERIFF: Uh-uh-uh!
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SALLY: (GASPS) Customers?
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-Did you have a nervous breakdown?
-McQUEEN: What?
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REPORTER 1: McQueen's
wearing whitewalls!
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REPORTER 2: Your tires balding?
SALLY: McQueen!
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REPORTER 3: Was McQueen
your prisoner?
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REPORTER 4: Come on,
give us some bolt!
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-Mack?
-MACK: You're here! I can't believe it!
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HARV: Is that the world's
fastest racing machine?
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-REPORTER 1: Show us the bolt!
-Get back, you oil-thirsty parasites!
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REPORTER 2: Where's the old
McQueen?
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-Harv! Harv!
-REPORTER 3: Give us the bolt!
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McQUEEN: Harv?
REPORTER 3: Come on!
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HARV: Kid, I'm over here!
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HARV: My star client disappears
off the face of the earth!
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-You know Route 66? It' still here!
-HARV: Yeah, that's great kid.
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HARV: Bingo. In fact, check out
what's on the plasma right now.
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-MALE: Show us the thunder!
-You want thunder?
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-Hey, that's my bit!
-HARV: You've gotta get to Cali, pronto!
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HARV: No, wait. Where are you goin'?
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-McQUEEN: I know, but...
-Good luck in California.
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-MALE: McQueen, come on!
-Sally...
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HARV: Come on, get in the trailer.
MALE: Where's the old McQueen?
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HARV: That's it. That's right, let's go!
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REPORTER: Hey, guys!
McQueen's leavin' in the truck!
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BOB: Hello, race fans. Welcome
to what has become, quite simply,
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DARRELL: There's a crowd
of nearly 200,000 cars
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BOB: The King, Chick Hicks
and Lightning McQueen
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BOB: In fact, the country
has almost shut down
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MIA: He's hot!
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GUARD: Sorry, pal.
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McQUEEN: Okay, here we go.
Focus. Speed.
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-(KNOCK ON DOOR)
-MACK: Lightnin'! You ready?
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BOB: And there he is,
Lightning McQueen!
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DARRELL: Wearin' whitewall tires,
of all things.
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DARRELL: Boogity, boogity, boogity,
boys! Let's go racin'!
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BOB: Fifty laps down, and The King
is still holding a slim lead.
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DARRELL: McQueen's got a run
on him! He's lookin' to the inside!
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BOB: Chick's not
making it easy on him today.
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DARRELL: He lost momentum,
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BOB: McQueen spins out in the infield!
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-(GROANS)
-MACK: Hey, kid,
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HUDSON: I didn't come all this way
to see you quit.
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-McQUEEN: Doc?
-(ALL CHEERING)
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BOB: It appears McQueen
has got himself a pit crew.
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BOB: Wow, this is history in the making.
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BOB: McQueen passes on the inside!
DARRELL: He's nearly a lap down.
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BOB: Can he catch up to them
with only 60 laps to go?
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-Ah!
-BOB: What a move by McQueen!
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CHICK: Oh! (GRUNTING)
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MACK: We gotta get him
back out there fast
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DARRELL: I don't believe it!
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BOB: That was
the fastest pit stop I've ever seen!
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DARRELL: It was a great stop,
but he's still gotta beat that pace car!
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BOB: It's gonna be close.
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DARRELL: He's back in!
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BOB: This is it. We're heading into
the final lap
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BOB: McQueen's going inside!
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-Chick and King are loose!
-DARRELL: I think McQueen's out!
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DARRELL: McQueen saved it!
BOB: He's back on the track!
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DARRELL: Lightning McQueen
is gonna win the Piston Cup!
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FLO: What's he up to, Doc?
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McQUEEN: It's just an empty cup.
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BOB: Darrell, is pushing
on the last lap legal?
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DUSTY: He was so rusty,
when he drove down the street,
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McQUEEN: I'm gonna stick with them.
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LUIGI: I think it's about-a
time we redecorate.
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SCHUMACHER: Ciao.
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MATER: All right, everybody,
please keep together now.
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McQUEEN: Whoo! Whoo!
HUDSON: Yeah!
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HUDSON: Not all my tricks, rookie!
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WOODY CAR: Oh, yeah?
Well, good riddance, you loony!
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FLIK CAR: Just get in there.
Go! Go, go, go!
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