And now, our last competitor. Number 95: Lightning McQueen!
Ka-chow! Thank you so much for having us, Sir Axlerod. I really look forward to racing. This is a great opportunity.
The pleasure's all ours, Lightning. You and your team bring excellence and professionalism to this competition.
DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Someone give me water! Aah! [sticks his tongue underneath the waterfall] Oh, sweet relief. Sweet relief. [now sated, approaches the microphone] Whatever you do, do not eat the free pistachio ice cream. It has turned. [echoes]
Sir Axlerod, I can explain. This is Mater. He's--
No, I know him. This is the bloke that called in to the television show. You're the one I have to thank.
No, thank you. This trip has been amazing.
[Miles leaks oil and blames it on Mater, tells Mater off]
Ah! He's a little excited, isn't he?
Mater!
But wait, I-- Oh, shoot!
Mater.
Uh, have you got a towel?
Mater, you have to get a hold of yourself. You're making a scene!
But I never leak oil. Never.
Go take care of yourself right now. [Mater shamefully drives away]
[now speeding]
Comin' through! Excuse me. Leakin' Oil. Where's the bathroom? Thank you. I gotta go. Oh, uh-- Uh-- [goes into the ladies' bathroom, the women cars scream in embarrassment] Sorry, ladies!
