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.
[panicking]
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!!!
[Countdown stops at 00:01 before explosion, causing it to say "Voice Accepted"]
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'!
