Cars 3 off-screen voiceovers

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McQUEEN: Okay, here we go.
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-MATER: Yes, sir, you did.
-(McQUEEN GASPS)
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MACK: Hey, Lightning, you ready?
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-CAR: Pass him now, 24!
-Lightning McQueen!
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CUTLASS: Into the pit goes
Lightning McQueen,
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BOBBY: Congratulations, cupcake.
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-(CHEERING)
-CAR: Go, Dinoco!
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McQUEEN: Whoo!
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CUTLASS: Another great finish
in the making.
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CUTLASS: The flag is out.
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DARRELL: Holy cow!
CUTLASS: Whoa!
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DARRELL: Neither Lightning nor
Bobby ever saw him coming.
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ANNOUNCER ON PA:
It's one thing to start fast,
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McQUEEN: Hey, Bobby? Who is that?
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REPORTER: Storm,
can we get some pictures?
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REPORTER: Storm, give us a quote.
What's your top speed?
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CUTLASS: I'll tell you what, Darrell,
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DARRELL: With six veterans
fired to clear the way.
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JACKSON STORM: Oh, green flag.
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NATALIE CERTAIN: One reason Storm
and the next-gens are more efficient:
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CUTLASS: Win number three
for the rookie sensation.
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NATALIE CERTAIN:
Storm's in a class of his own.
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CUTLASS: Storm's ability
to hold that line
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DARRELL: Four in a row?
Are you kidding me?
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NATALIE CERTAIN:
2% lower drag coefficient.
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CUTLASS: Oh, what a finish!
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NATALIE CERTAIN:
5% increase downforce.
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-DARRELL: Lucky number seven.
-1.2% higher top speed.
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CUTLASS: Amazing! Nine!
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REPORTER 1: What changes
are you gonna make
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REPORTER 2: Will McQueen try
new training methods?
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REPORTER 3: Is he prepared to retire?
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REPORTER 3: Wait a minute.
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NATALIE CERTAIN:
More changes ahead, Chick.
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ANNOUNCER: Hello racing fans.
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BRICK: They can't do this.
I've raced for you guys almost 10 years.
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SPONSOR: The whole sport's changing.
I'm just doing what I got to do.
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CUTLASS: A final check of his tires
as Storm settles into the pole position.
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DARRELL: Boogity, boogity, boogity.
Let's end this season with a great race.
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NATALIE CERTAIN: Forty laps to go
and race leader, Jackson Storm...
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DARRELL: What a pit stop
by McQueen!
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CUTLASS: But can he hold on to it?
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CUTLASS: Storm takes back the lead!
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DARRELL: Unbelievable!
McQueen is fading!
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MAN ON RADIO:
(SING-SONG) W-H-L-Z
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RADIO HOST: Welcome back
to Piston Cup Talk.
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COMMENTATOR:
For the checkered flag.
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HUDSON: When I finally
got put together,
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RUSTY ON SPEAKERS:
What about the car from Everett?
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-McQUEEN: Rusty and Dusty!
-Well, look who's here.
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SARGE: Morning, McQueen!
Hey, look at you.
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FLO: Oh!
SHERIFF: He looks so good!
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-LIZZIE: Good luck in college.
-(CHUCKLES)
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REPORTER 1: McQueen, over here!
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REPORTER 2:
McQueen, how you feeling?
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DUSTY: Looks good, doesn't it?
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DUSTY: Yeah, you know,
it's kind of a cozy,
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DUSTY: Besides, this Sterling fellow?
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STERLING: Lightning McQueen!
You made some serious time, partner.
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RUSTY: Please no pictures.
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DUSTY: Okay, maybe one.
Get my good side though, will you?
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STERLING: So? You like it?
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STERLING: Sacred dirt.
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McQUEEN: Huh.
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STERLING ON SPEAKER:
It's an electronic suit.
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STERLING: This center has
quickly become
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STERLING: Oh, yes.
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CAR 1: That was amazing.
CAR 2: Awesome. Yeah!
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CRUZ: There you go!
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-Win for them!
-McQUEEN: Wow.
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STERLING: She trains young racers
to push through their own obstacles.
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McQUEEN: When do we go
on the simulator?
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CRUZ: Good morning,
Mr. Queen. Looking good.
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KURT: How's it hanging, Drip Pan?
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KURT: Hit him with the bugs! (LAUGHS)
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ANNOUNCER: All cars in
the test bay simulator--
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McQUEEN: To the future.
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STERLING: All right.
My star racer is on the simulator!
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SIMULATOR: Prepare to race.
The green flag is out.
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SIMULATOR: You have hit a wall.
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SIMULATOR: You have crashed.
You have crashed.
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CRUZ: It's not easy for him.
STERLING: Cruz, just relax.
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-Give him another chance.
-STERLING: I will talk to him.
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CRUZ: I can still work with him.
STERLING: I know he's your project.
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-CRUZ: Are you sure?
-Cruz.
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-CRUZ: Well, can't you just--
-Cruz.
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CRUZ: It's not easy for him.
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STERLING: Look, I'm trying to help you.
McQUEEN: Whoa.
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-STERLING: Thank you very much.
-Uh...
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STERLING: Hey, Lightning.
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-McQUEEN: Mudflaps?
-Of course.
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LUIGI: Welcome, racers,
to Fireball Beach!
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ELECTRONIC MALE VOICE:
Hamilton here.
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HAMILTON: 46 miles per hour.
63 miles. Out of range.
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HAMILTON: 54 miles per hour.
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-Ah! Sorry!
-LUIGI: Go!
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McQUEEN: All right, Cruz,
pick a line on the compacted sand.
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HAMILTON: 122 miles per hour.
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McQUEEN: All right, one last chance
to try this before it gets dark.
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FEMALE CAR: All right! Next!
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ANNOUNCER: Racers, get on over
to the startin' line. Pronto!
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ANNOUNCER: Welcome, y'all,
to Thunder Hollow Speedway...
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ANNOUNCER: Race fans!
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CRUZ: (GASPS) Wait!
No, no, no. I'm not a racer.
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ANNOUNCER: And make way for
the undefeated Crazy Eight champion...
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-McQUEEN: Ow.
-(GRUNTS)
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RACER: Ha-ha! Watch out.
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SUPERFLY: I'm flying!
No! I'm not flying!
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-(CROWD EXCLAIMING)
-CAR: Get it. Get it.
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CABBIE TAXI: Hey, buddy! Move it!
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-Here I come, boy!
-TACO: No, no, no!
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MISS FRITTER: Nobody touches him.
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ANNOUNCER: Miss Fritter is
looking to get upright, folks.
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CAR: Get up. Get up!
CROWD: Fritter! Fritter!
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ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen,
we have a winner!
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MALE CAR: Whipplefilter?
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-CAR: McQueen!
-(CAMERAS FLASHING)
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REPORTER: Tell ours listeners at home
you weren't really trying
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FEMALE CAR ON TV:
And earn your physics degree
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MALE CAR: You'll get
that and a $200 gift,
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MALE CAR 2: Now look here, Warden...
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FEMALE CAR 2: Oh, no!
He's got a jack!
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NARRATOR: Autos over 100,000 miles
also reported trouble sleeping.
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MALE CAR: Throw the old ones out.
This covers--
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HICKS: "Champion for the Ages"
Chick Hicks here.
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HICKS: Wow!
So what do you think, Certain?
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HICKS: Yeah, right!
Talk about humiliating.
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HICKS: Wow!
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MATER: Oh, well, good.
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-CRUZ: All right, I'll go.
-You won't get on the ramp.
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CRUZ: How do you know
Smokey's going to be here?
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McQUEEN: I don't.
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CRUZ: Oh. Do you know
if he's even alive?
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McQUEEN: Nope.
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CRUZ: Okay.
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McQUEEN: Wait. Mack, pull over!
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McQUEEN: Good to see you, Doc.
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McQUEEN: We don't know that.
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SMOKEY: I'll tell you what,
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-Would you look at that?
-CRUZ: What?
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McQUEEN: Three of the biggest
racing legends ever!
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RIVER: Lou won't admit this,
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SMOKEY: Took Hud all of no time
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SMOKEY: You didn't come all this way
for a quart of oil, did you?
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SMOKEY: You got the first part right.
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HUDSON: You got a lot of stuff, kid.
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SHANNON: Shannon Spokes
here at Florida International,
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SMOKEY: You want to beat Storm,
you need someone to stand in for him.
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SMOKEY: You didn't show up
in Florida for qualifying
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McQUEEN: Why are we in a field?
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McQUEEN: Whoa!
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CRUZ: Not cool, man. Not cool!
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SMOKEY: Hud was a master
of letting the other cars
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RIVER: He used to say
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-RIVER: And old.
-And rickety.
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-(GUIDO GRUNTING)
-SMOKEY: Reflexes!
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GUIDO: Okay.
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SMOKEY: This is where
we cut our racing teeth.
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JUNIOR MOON:
We ran moonshine, dummy!
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CRUZ: Yeah!
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RIVER: Yeah!
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McQUEEN: All right!
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SMOKEY: All right, we got
time for one last race.
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SMOKEY: All right, McQueen.
There you go, boy!
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DARRELL: McQueen is fading.
McQueen is fading. Fading fast.
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CRUZ: Whoo-hoo! Yes!
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CUTLASS: Welcome to
racing's greatest day!
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DARRELL: Forty-three cars
and a quarter million fans
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CUTLASS: I'm Bob Cutlass,
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DARRELL: Well, don't
overlook Lightning McQueen.
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CUTLASS: We've heard stories
of the unusual way
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MACK: Hey, boss, they're, uh...
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REPORTER: Jeff Gorvette,
how does today's talent stack up?
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-MATER: Hey, there, buddy!
-Hey, guys.
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STERLING: Hey, Lightning!
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SMOKEY: Now, go make Hud proud.
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DARRELL: Boogity, boogity,
boogity, let's go racing!
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CUTLASS: McQueen
is making steady progress
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NATALIE CERTAIN: Well,
it won't be enough to catch Storm.
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DARRELL: Considering
he started dead last...
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SMOKEY: Not too shabby!
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McQUEEN: If you were a racer,
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STERLING: No. (LAUGHS)
She's not a racer. She's a trainer.
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CRUZ: I've wanted to become
a racer forever!
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SMOKEY: Wreck in two.
Wreck in turn two.
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MIKE: The yellow flag still out, folks.
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HAMILTON: Hamilton here.
Call from Chester Whipplefilter.
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-You know I do!
-CRUZ: Guys! What are you doing?
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McQUEEN: Come on, guys!
We got to get her out there! Let's go!
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CRUZ: I knew that!
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CUTLASS: The green flag is out
and we're back to racing.
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SMOKEY: Cruz? What are you doing?
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SMOKEY: Cruz, you're
looking too tight now.
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SMOKEY: Anticipate your turns.
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McQUEEN: All right, Cruz. The beach.
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CUTLASS: We're just learning
that the racer
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-CREW CHIEF: Ramirez up to fourth.
-In fourth? Huh.
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CREW CHIEF: Ramirez is in third.
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JACKSON STORM: You look good!
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-CREW CHIEF: Look behind you.
-What?
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-HAMILTON: Hamilton here.
-Call out our speed.
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CRUZ: Oh-oh!
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CUTLASS: I don't believe it.
It's Cruz Ramirez for the win!
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DARRELL: I am speechless!
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-(WHOOPING)
-MATER: Nice finish, Cruz! You done it!
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MALE FAN 1: Ramirez!
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MALE FAN 2: Way to go, Cruz!
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STERLING: Out of my way!
Come on! Move it! Move!
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McQUEEN: What?
Why is my name up there?
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McQUEEN: Did someone
just say old-school?
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NASH: Whoo-hoo! Yeah!
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FAN: Oh, yeah! I like that.
It's bright, but I like it.
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FLO: Looking fabulous.
LUIGI: Favoloso.
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-(LAUGHING)
-TEX: Let's go, Team Dinoco!
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