Most scenes together: Tow Mater & Lightning McQueen (19), Finn McMissile & Holley Shiftwell (16), Tow Mater & Finn McMissile (14)
I hereby dub the Sir Tow Mater.
"Sir"? Shoot, you can just call me Mater, Your Majesty. I don't wanna hear none of this "sir" business. By the way, have y'all met each other? Queen, McQueen. McQueen, Queen. McQueen, McMissile. McMissile, McQueen. Queen, McMissile.
Long live Lemons!
Oh, number 7 is loose! Shu Todoroki!
Finn?
Bumper to bumper as they approach the finish line! McQueen's the winner! Francesco’s second! They have no idea what happened behind them.
Ugh! This is impossible!
That’s what I’m talking about! Ka-chow! [Ambulances sirens] Wh- What happened? Where are all the other cars?
What is going on?
Sir Axlerod, is the final race in London still going to take place?
I suppose that... [sighs] Look, the show must go on, as they say. But now is not the time to talk about...
I can't believe this is really happening!
Shh! Quiet!
I cannot, in good conscience, continue to risk the lives of any more race cars. The final race will not be run on allinol.
Ah-ha-ha! Ha-ha! [continue cheering]
There you have it, a clearly devastated Sir Miles Axlerod announcing that he will not require the cars to use allinol for the final race.
A toast! To the death of allinol and alternative fuel forever!
Mater, abort the mission! They've got Finn. Get out of there. Get out of there right now!
How is your grandfather?
Long live lemons!
Isn’t this a great party, Ivan, huh?
Oh yeah, it’s unbelievable.
You’re not leaving, are you?
Uh, of course I’m not leaving.
McQueen?
Crashes are a part of racing, I know, but something like that should never happen.
They're letting you choose your fuel for the final race. Do you have any idea what it's gonna be?
What?!
Did he just say Allinol?!
My friend Fillmore says the fuel's safe. That's good enough for me. I didn't stand by a friend of mine recently. I'm not gonna make the same mistake twice.
So a surprising revelation from Lightning McQueen. He will use allinol in the final race, despite what occurred today.
Of course. [to his fellow Lemons] Allinol must be finished for good. McQueen cannot win the last race. Lightning McQueen must be killed!
No! [quickly backs up and the emergency light gets bashed by one of the televisions. The bash causes the device to malfunction, as the disguise changes into taco truck form, with his horn playing "La Cucaracha" as several tacos fall out.]
It's the American spy!! [the Lemons all draw their weapons]
Dad-gum!
Gatling gun, request acknowledged. [two Gatling guns appear out of Mater's sides]
DOWN!!! DOWN!!! EVERYBODY, DOWN!!!!
Shoot. I didn't mean--
Request acknowledged. [Mater's guns fire madly, shooting everything in the room as the Lemons drive for cover. The force of the guns makes Mater back out of the room and onto the balcony]
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait!! I didn't mean that kind of "shoot"!
Correction acknowledged. Deploying chute. [a parachute appears out of Mater's back]
Whoa-a-a! [carries him into the air. The Lemons watched as Mater go high up in the air and saw McQueen onstage] McQueen! [spots a motorboat and hook onto it.]
Whoa! What's this?!
Whoa!
Yah!
McQueen! McQueen! Whoa!
Aah! [hits the leaves of a palm tree, then a hotel sign, and is about to hit a market stall]
Waagh! [gets hit as the screen goes black]
Let me through! Let me through! [covered in Francesco memorabilia and palm leaves, Mater skids to a halt at the media's entrance] You gotta let me in! I gotta get through to warn McQueen!
You cannot-a come through here! Back up, signore.
We have a lunatic at Gate 9...
No, listen! I was disguised as a tow truck to infiltrate this Lemonhead meetin' and my weapons system misinterpreted what I was sayin'!
I repeat. Lunatic at Gate 9.
McQueen! McQueen!
You are the champion!
Right this way, signore.
McQueen!
Mater?
McQueen!
Give us a pose!
McQueen!
Back up, sir.
Stop moving! Stop!
Hey, hey, hey! Where are you going? Oy! Stop! Ferma li!
McQueen!
That really sounded like Mater. Mater?
Signore...
McQueen! They're gonna kill you!
Mater!
Signore, please...
No, no, where are you going?! Please, Mr. McQueen!!
Scusi. Mater!
McQueen!
Scusi... Mater! Mater! Mater, I'm so glad to see you. I'm so sorry--
Lightning McQueen! I am a huge fan!
Yes, but that was me. I said, "You killed out there today." You're the best.
What? Oh. I mean, thanks.
Right this way, signore.
In England, you'll be finished. At the finish line.
Wait, what?
Please, uh, the world press is waiting. You come-a with me, please.
Let me go!
You actually care about that race car. A pity you didn't warn him in time.
[The transport vehicle's door shuts, trapping Mater inside, and blacks him out with sleeping gas]
You Are Looking Live At Beautiful Porto Corsa, Italy, On The Italian Riviera, What A Magnificent Setting For The Second Race Of The World Grand Prix!
Well Brent, They Call This Place The Gem Of The Riviera And It's Easy To See Why With Its Secluded Beaches And Opulent Casinos, Porto Corsa Truly Is A Playground For The Wealthy And Everyone Who's Anyone Is Here Today From The Ultra-Rich And Super-Famous To World Leaders And Important Dignitaries.
You Aren't Kidding, David, You Can't Do A Three-Point Turn Around Here Without Bumping Into Some Celebrity!
Welcome Everyone To The Second Race Of The World Grand Prix, Where The Big News Continues To Be Allinol. Sir Miles Axlerod spoke to the press earlier today to answer questions about its safety.
An Independent Panel Of Scientists Has Determined That Allinol Is Completely Safe. Okay: Safe; There It Is.
So the race will go on, folks.
But The Question Everyone Is Asking: Will The Real Lightning McQueen Show Up Today?
Well He'd Better, Talk About A Home Track Advantage, Francesco Bernoulli Grew Up Racing On This Course.
Signore E Signori In The Pole Position, Numero Uno, Francesco!
Bellissima, Thank You For Your Support And Your Big Mistake McQueen!
In Secondo Position, Numero 95, Lightning-A McQueen-A!
If You're Worried About Your Fuel Man Don't, It's Perfectly Safe.
No, guys, I Just Really Wish Mater Were Here.
For Famous Race Cars Like Francesco, and well, you, to be far away from home is not easy.
It's-a no insult! When Francesco is away from home, he misses his mama. Just like-a you miss your tow truck, amigo.
Of course. I am at home, and my mama is right here. [points and waves at a vintage Ferrari in the crowd who is smiling, blowing kisses and waving back] Mama! Don't worry, Mama! McQueen is very sad. I will beat his cry-baby bottom today!
Darrell, The Races Are Settling As They Head To The Italian Countryside.
Whoo Boy, This Is Gonna Be A Great Race.
Welcome, everyone. I wish I could be with you on this very special day, but... my clutch assembly broke. You know how it is.
Been there.
Forget about it.
We know how you feel.
Descramble that voice.
I'm trying. Oh, it's too sophisticated!
We are here to celebrate. Today, all your hard work pays off. The world turned their backs on cars like us. They stopped manufacturing us, stopped making our parts. The only thing they haven't stopped doing is laughing at us. They've called us terrible names: jalopy, rust bucket, heap, clunker, junker, beater, wreck, rattletrap, lemon. But their insults just give us strength. Because today, my friends, that... all... ends! [Carla Veloso blown engine]
We're smoke! Where the casino bridge!
Oh No!
It's Carla Veloso the Brazilian racecar!
[Carla Spins Around And Bumps Off The Side Of The Bridge As Finn & Holley Saw This From Afar] .
What just happened.
I'm working on it.
They'll come to us and they'll have no choice, because they will need us.
Japan, land of the rising sun, where ancient tradition meets modern technology. Welcome to the inaugural running of the World Grand Prix. I'm Brent Mustangburger, here with racing legends Darrell Cartrip and David Hobbscap. There's never been a competition like this before. First, Allinol, making it's debut tonight as the required fuelfor all these great champions. Second, the course itself, and it's like nothing we've ever seen before. David, how exactly does this competition work?
Well, Brent, all three of these street courses are classic round-the-house racetracks. [The camera shows the labeled in Japan, Italy and England.] This means that the LMP and Formula cars should break out of the gate in spectacular fashion. Look for Francesco Bernoulli in particular to lead early. And with a series of technical turns throughout GT and Touring cars like Spain's Miguel Camino should make up some ground but I doubt it'll be enough to stop Francesco from absolutely running away with it.
Whoa, now just hold your horsepower. You're forgetting the most important factor here. That early dirt track section of the course! The dirt is supposed to be the great equalizer in this race.
French rally car Raoul ÇaRoule is counting on a big boost heading through there.
And don't forget Lightning McQueen! His mentor, the Hudson Hornet, was one of the greatest dirt track racers of all time. In my opinion, McQueen is the best all-around racer in this competition.
Really, Darrell, I think you need to clean your windshield. You're clearly not seeing this for what it is: Francesco's race to lose.
It's time for find out. The racers are locking into the grid.
Really? You're a speed? Then Francesco is triple speed. [closes his eyes.] Francesco is triple speed. Oh-ho! Francesco likes this, McQueen. It's really getting him into the zone!
He is so getting beat today.
[Then lights comes on '3, 2, 1, GO!' Then start the race.]
Oh, Miguel Camino has blown an engine!
Very unusual, Darrell. He's been so consistent all year.
What are you up to now, Professor? [four grappling hooks lower him above the oil platform]
This is valuable equipment. Make sure it is properly secured for the voyage.
Got it.
Hey, Professor Z! This is one of those British spies that we told you about!
Yeah, this one we caught sticking his bumper where it didn't belong!
Agent Leland Turbo. [Leland's remains are revealed: He's been crushed into a cube. Finn gasps in shock. A burst of flame behind Finn reveals his shadow on the platform below. Zündapp looks up and sees him] It's Finn McMissile! [Finn starts shooting] He's seen the camera! KILL HIM!!!
Come with me, please, sir.
But I’m gonna miss my plane.
Right this way.
Ah, doggone it. This is about my hook, ain’t it? I know I should have checked it, but i can’t, really. [as they go into the waiting room] Look. It’s attached to me. Hey, I know you. You’re that feller from the karate demonstration.
I never properly introduced myself. Finn McMissile, British intelligence.
Tow Mater, Average Intelligence.
Who are you with? FBI, CIA?
Let's just say I'm a triple AAA affiliated. Yeah, I know some karate. I don't want to brag or nuttin', but I got me a black fan belt. You wanna see some moves I made up?
You're being followed. [shoots a glass cutter at the window]
This first one, I can reach into a car's hood pull out his battery, and show it to him before he stalls. I call it, “What I accidentally did to my friend Luigi once.” [does karate moves, crushing an oil can] Hey! Hi-yah-pah! Hi-yah!
There he is!
Hi-hi-tah! Huh! [after Finn's glass cutter finishes cutting through the window] Look, I probably ought to go. I’m about to miss my flight. [starts to leave]
Don’t worry. I’ve taken care of that. [pulls him towards the hole in the window]
Whoa!
Whoa-hah-hah-hah! This is first-class service. You don't even have to go through the terminal!
Your karate partners is back there. They kinda look like they tryin' to catch up!
Drive forward. Whatever you do, don’t stop!
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa... [releases his missile, before being tipped over] Aaahh!
Is everythin' okay back there?
Siddeley Finn, it's Sid. I'm on approach.
'Member that whole thing about me not us not stoppin' no matter what?
Whoa! I knew I shoulda done carry-on!
Siddeley You got it, mate! [opens his back ramp]
Hey, doggonit! Look, it’s my imaginary girlfriend!
Come on! Get in here!
I tell you what, you really do want this first date, don't ya? [as Holley watches with a shocked face] That's a no-quit attitude right there! [Suddenly, gunshots are seen beside him] What the...?
Siddeley Aargh!
Hold on, Sid.
Aargh!
Siddeley Come on, Finn! It’s now or never!
Whoa!
Siddeley Hold on! [takes off just before he can hit the barriers]
By the time you read this, I'll be safely on an airplane flying home. I'm so sorry for what I did.
"I don't want to be the cause of you losing any more races. I want you to go prove to the world what I already know: [the camera pans to show Guido and Luigi with big dewy eyes, trying to hold it together] That you are the greatest race car in the whole wide world. Your best friend, Mater." [looks up] I didn't really want him to leave.
Wait, there's more here. [moves to next page] "P.S. Please tell the hotel I didn't mean to order that movie. I thought it was just a preview and I didn't realize I was paying for it." [shifts the page] "P.P.S. That's funny right there. P.P."? [shifts the pages around] There's a few more pages of P.S's here.
Well, at least I know if he's at home he'll be safe. ( foreshadowing: he definitely won't be...)
Wunderbar! With Finn McMissile gone, who can stop us now?!
Heh-hey, Mater. I, uh... Oh, gosh. I'm so sorry. I thought I could make it this time, but-- [Otis tries to start to start his engine, but can't.] Smooth like puddin', huh? [sighs] Who am I kiddin'? I'll always be a lemon.
Well, dad-gum, you're leakin' oil again. Must be yer gaskets. Hey, but look on the bright side. This is yer 10th tow this month, so that means it's on the house.
You're the only one that's nice to lemons like me, Mater.
Hey, don't sweat it. Shoot, these things happen to everybody, Otis.
But you never leak oil.
Yeah, but I ain't perfect. Don't tell nobody, but I think my rust is trying to show through.
Mater, we got to get that bomb off of you.
Bomb?
Yeah, they strapped it to me to kill you as a back-up plan.
Back-up plan? Mater, who put a bomb on you?
Death ray?!
Turn off the bomb, Zündapp!
Are you all so dense? It's voice-activated. Everything is voice-activated these days.
Deactivate! Deactivate!
Voice denied. [a bomb starts a countdown mechanism from 4:59 to 4:58 to 4:57; Mater gasps in shock.]
Huh!
Oops. Did I forget to mention that it can only be disarmed by the one who activated it?
Deactivate.
Voice denied. [the bomb lowers down from 4:48 to 3:48 to 3:47; Mater gasps.]
Oh. I'm not the one who activated it. Would anyone else like to try? [Shiftwell zaps him]
You read my mind.
He was getting on my nerves.
What do we do?
It’s very simple. You blow up.
I’m going out on a limb here. These are the guys that want me dead, correct?
It’s nothing personal.
Fellers, listen. I know what you’re going through. Everybody's been laughing at me my whole life too. [the Lemons seem to take this in] But becoming powerful and rich beyond your wildest dreams ain't gonna make you feel better.
Yeah, but it’s worth a shot!
[Suddenly, from behind them, Red shoots water at the Gremlins, with Sally joining him, causing them to overturn and flip, with J. Curby landing on his front behind a metal fence. Finn uses his grappling hooks to move up into the air and pull four lemons towards each other, while Holley uses her wings to carry two other thugs and make them hit a few others. Two of the lemons try to take part, but then Guido takes off their tires]
Pit stop.
Not today, boys!
[Vladimir tries to move, but gives up when he is unable to move with the parking boot on. Guido then moves away another thug, yelling in Italian. Ivan tries to ram into McQueen, but Mater defends, punching him away as well as a couple more of the lemons and human thugs, and yells as he uses his tow hook to throw Tubbs Pacer towards Ramone, who sprays paint over his eyes. He then sees Finn, Mater, McQueen, Holley, and the other Radiator Springs residents are all watching angrily at him and the other lemons]
Retreat! [flees along with the remaining thugs, but immediately finds Sarge and the army confronting them]
Thanks for the help, Corporal.
Anything for one of Pop's mates.
What’s he saying? What’s wrong?
None of his wrenches fit the bolts!
I get it. I get it! I know what needs to be done.
Then do it.
What? No, I can’t do it. Look, nobody takes me seriously. I know that now. This ain’t Radiator Springs.
Yes, it is. Be yourself in Radiator Springs. Be yourself here. And if-if people aren't taking you seriously, then they need to change, not you. I know that because I was wrong before. Now, you can do this. You're the bomb.
Thanks, buddy.
No, no, no, you're the actual bomb. Now let's go!
Oh, right! Hang on! [hooks up to McQueen, and drives off]
Where's he going?
Computer!
Yes, Agent Mater?
I need that thing you done before to get me away from McQueen!
Request acknowledged. [brings out Mater's rockets and activates him]
Mater?
Now I need you to do shoot! The second kind, not the first!
Deploying chute. [brings out the chute; Mater and McQueen soar up in the sky]
So, Mater, it's voice-activated. But you know, everything's voice-activated these days.
What? I thought you's supposed to be making me a disguise!
Voice recognized, disguise program initiated. [uses a hologram to make Mater look like Ivan, an evil tow truck]
Ha ha. Cool! Hey, Computer. Make me a German truck.
Request acknowledged. [Mater wears a funny German costume with a green hat]
Check it out! I'm wearing Materhosen! Make me a monster truck!
Request acknowledged. [Mater wears a vampire costume]
What the? [Transylvanian accent] Ha-ha-ha-ha. I vant to siphon your gas! [normal accent] Ha, ha! Now make me a taco truck!
Request acknowledged. [Mater becomes a white taco truck, and his horn plays "La Cucaracha"]
A funny car!
Request acknowledged. [Mater becomes painted yellow with red flames, hot rod exhaust pipes, a hot rod engine, and a spoiler. Mater revs his engine a few times, enjoying the disguise, until Finn turns it off]
The idea is to keep a low profile, Mater.
Mater, just cut to the chase.
Okay, it's him! [points to Miles]
What? Me? You've got to be crazy.
I figured it out when I realized y'all attached this tickin' time bomb with Whitworth bolts. The same bolts that hold together that old British engine from the photograph. Holley, show that picture!
Okay. [holographically shows said photo of the mysterious hood engine]
And then I remembered what they said about old British Engines - "If there ain't no oil under 'em, there ain't no oil in 'em!"
What is he talking about?
It was you leakin' oil at the party in Japan! [flashback of Miles leaking oil, and blaming Mater] You just blamed it on me. [flashback ends]
Electric cars don't use oil, you twit!
Then you're fakin' it. You didn't convert to no electric. [realizes that he knows the truth, Miles backs away] We pop that hood, we gonna see that engine from that picture right there.
This lorry's crazy! He's gonna kill us all! [backs up to the edge of the stage] STAY AWAY!
But Sir Axlerod created the race, Mater. Why would he want to hurt anyone?
To make Allinol look bad so everybody would go back to usin' oil. I mean, he said it himself with that disguised voice.
"Disguised voice"? What are you talking about?! YOU'RE NUTS, YOU ARE!
This is going nowhere fast. We really should go, Grandmother.
One moment. I'd like to see where this is going. [bomb countdown reaches to 00:29.]
Mater, he created Allinol.
Yeah, but what if he found that huge oil field just as the world was tryin' to find something else? What if he came up with Allinol just to make alternative fuel look bad?
Okay, that's it! Lads, clear out! [the Queen and spectators evacuate]
Wait, somebody save me! The lorry's crazy! KEEP AWAY, YOU IDIOT!
Mater?!
Someone, do something! [Mater stands his ground, glaring at Miles, while everyone braces for the explosion] YOU'RE INSANE, YOU ARE! [Bomb countdown 00:03, then 00:02. Axlerod shuts his eyes, screaming] DEACTIVATE!!!
Bomb deactivated. Have a nice day, Sir Axlerod. :) [Mater smiles in satisfaction. Axlerod is shocked at what he said, as police cars approach to arrest him. Mater pops open Axlerod's hood, revealing the mysterious V8 engine.]
The engine from the photo.
It's a perfect match. [brings up the image and does a match between Miles' and the blue one's]
It's official, you’re coming to all my races from now on.
Now you're talkin'!
Oh, Lightning! Welcome home!
Good to have you back, honey.
Congratulations, man!
Welcome home, Soldier.
This place wasn’t the same without you, son.
What? Did he go somewhere?
It’s good to be home, everybody. [hears Mater’s horn and sees him coming] Mater.
McQueen! [Otis shrieks]
Mater!
McQueen!
Hey, how far'd you make it this time, Otis?
Halfway... [panting] to the county line.
Ooh, not bad, man! [turns on the lift for Otis]
I know! I can't believe it either!
McQueen, welcome back! [they fist bump with their front wheels]
Mater, it’s good to see you!
You too, buddy, oh man, you ain’t gonna believe the things. I got planned for us.
Oh, these best friends greetings, they get longer every year.
You ready to have some serious fun?
Well, actually I’ve got something to show you first.
Wow! I can’t believe they renamed the Piston Cup after our very own Doc Hudson!
I gotta get y'all out of there!
There’s no time! McQueen needs your help, Mater.
But I can’t! I’m just a tow truck!
It’s up to you. Go to the pits and get everyone out! You can do that.
What about you guys?
We’ll be okay.
Go and get some more dents, Mater.
He wouldn’t have left if I’d told him the truth.
Argh! Being killed by a clock. Gives a whole new meaning to “Your time has come.”
What are you doing?
Trying to turn back time.
Good job! Quick thinking, Holley!
What’s everybody on the wrong side of the road for?
Oh, no!
Drive!
We’ve got to get out to the course! Calculate the fastest way to...
They're standard issue now.
You kids get all the good hardware.
Oh, no. That’s Mater's.
I knew his escape was too easy.
