YOU ARE ABOUT THE FEEL THE WRATH OF THE LOWER BELLEVILLE COUNTY UNIFIED SCHOOL DISTRICT! [angrily drives toward McQueen]
Most scenes together: Lightning McQueen & Cruz Ramirez (6), Lightning McQueen & Sterling (2), Lightning McQueen & Jackson Storm (2)
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Page 1 of 2Welcome back to Chick's Picks with Chick Hicks, staring me, former and forever Piston Cup champion Chick Hicks! [imitates fanfare] This just in: Rookie Jackson Storm slams the proverbial door on Lightning McQueen! [laughs] I could've enjoyed if I'd beaten McQueen myself. Oh, wait, I have! [chuckles] But enough about me. Here to tell you how it happened is professional number-cruncher Miss Natalie Certain!
It's a pleasure to be here, Chick. And, actually, I prefer the term statistical analyst.
Right. So, who is this mysterious newcomer Jackson Storm? And why's he's darn fast?
It's no mystery when you study the data, Chick. Jackson Storm is part of the next generation of high-tech racers unlike the veterans of yesterday.
What? Old-timers like this guy? [gestures to a picture of Lightning and laughs]
Um... right. Storm achieves his top speed by exploiting the numbers. I refer, of course, to racing data, tire pressure, down force, weight distribution, aerodynamics, and next-gens like Storm are taking advantage. The racing world is changing.
And for the better if it means my old pal Lightning is down for the count. Am I right, Certain?
Well, if I'm certain of anything, Chick, it's that this season is about to get even more interesting.
The beach ate me.
Hey, Cruz.
You won't talk me out of this, Mr. McQueen. I'm going back. I resign as your trainer.
Alright, I accept your resignation. Bye! [closes the trailer]
Oh, okay.
But... since you cleared your calendar, why don't you come with us? I'm looking for someone named Smokey, hoping he can help me. Maybe he can help you, too.
Nah.
Come on. [pulls out Cruz's broken Crazy 8 trophy, now put together with duct tape] I fixed it.
No. Thanks anyway, but I'm done.
Okay. But maybe this will change your mind?! Hit it! [Luigi and Guido put on upbeat techno music on the stereo] First, I'm gonna loosen up these ancient joints.
No, please don't!
I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry that I yelled! It wasn't your fault that I almost got killed!
Stop!
But now, you're leaving, and you won't get on the ramp!
All right, I'll go!
You won't get on the ramp!
♪ My car holder's happy, my tank is full My engine's running like a brahma bull My bumpers are polished and a talk about luck I just got a date with an ice cream truck ♪
Shoot. Hey, McQueen, you still there? McQueen? [looks around, noticing that Lightning isn't there] (sighs). Technology.
Hey! Jackson Storm, right? Great race today.
Wow! Thank you, Mr. McQueen! You have no idea what a pleasure it is for me to finally beat you.
Uh, thanks. [pauses] Wait, hang on, did you say "meet" or "beat"?
Uh... what?
Hey, Cal! [drives up to him] Hey! Retirement? What's going on?
You know, I asked my uncle once how I'd know when it was time to stop. You know what he said? “The youngsters will tell ya.” [reverses into his trailer, saddened] We had some good times together. I'm gonna miss that the most, I think.
Yeah.
[Cal pushes the button and closes his trailer, as he leaves the Piston Cup forever while Lightning looks on]
Hey. Sal.
How you feeling.
Great. Really, really, great.
Been think about Doc again.
Yeah. You know they told him when he was done. He didn't decide. I don't want what happened to Doc... to happen to me.
But that hasn't happened.
No. But I can't go out on the track and do the same old thing! It won't work!
Then better chance it up, try something new.
I don’t know, Sally, I...
Don’t fear failure. Be afraid of not having the chance, you have the chance!
Welcome racers, to Fireball Beach! Historical for today's great test of speed! Our finish line will be the abandoned pier in the distance!
All right...quicker than quick... [closes eyes] ...faster than fast. I... am... speed...
That is great self-motivation! Did you come up with that?
Yeah, I did!
On your mark, get set... GO!
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! There you go! Felt good! [drives back to Cruz] Hey, what was my speed?
I don't know. I can only track you on the treadmill.
No treadmills!
Oh. What about Hamilton?
Hamilton here.
Who's "Hamilton"?
My electronic personal assistant. Y'know, like on your phone. [chuckles; pause] You do have a phone, don't you?
Race cars don't have phones, Cruz.
Hamilton, track Mr. McQueen’s speed and report it.
Tracking.
I’ll stay as close as I can. Your suit will transmit your speeds to Hamilton.
You know what I'd do?
What?
... I dunno. I got nothin'.
Boo! [two more competitors named Dr. Damage and Arvy drive up beside her] Looky here, boys. We got us a couple-a-rookies! I'm gonna call you (Lightning) "Muddy Bridges". And you (Cruz) "Lemonade".
Hey! Neither one of 'em has a single dent!
Oh, I'm gonna fix that!
Listen, you’re gonna do great today. And no matter what happens... I’m going to move onto the next rookie and forget I ever knew you.
I’m glad you’re here.
Oh-ho-ho-ho, wow! Nice costume! C'mere, let's get a picture. It's so great to meet my number one fan.
What a jerk.
Oh, hey, there, champ. I heard you're selling mudflaps after today. Is that true? Hey, you put me down for the first case, okay?
Lesson 1: you're old. Accept it.
I told him that.
He's probably losin' his hearing.
You'll never be as fast as Storm. But you can be smarter than him.
Okay, what do I do?
They said you were in a...demolition derby.
Yeah! It was terrible! And I was —
Sure? 'Cause there's not a scratch on ya. [Lightning looks around to see absolutely no damage] Funny what a racer can do when he's not overthinking things.
Hey! Lightning! Come in, got something to show ya. You ready?
Uh... for what? [He enters; Sterling shows him of array of Lightning McQueen-themed merchandise] Wow.
You are about to become the best brand in racing. We are talking saturation on all continents for every demographic. Movie deals, infomercials, product endorsements!
Mudflaps?
Of course! We'll be rich beyond belief! You think you're famous now?
Thought you'd be mad about the simulator, I mean th-this is all great, Mr. Sterling, I guess, but... I don't know. I never really thought of myself as a brand.
Oh, nor do I. I'm a fan, maybe your most avid. I think of this as your legacy.
That... that sounds like something that happens after you're... [with sudden realization] ...done racing. [Long pause] Mr. Sterling, what is this about?
Look, Lightning. [inhales] I'm not gonna race you.
Hold on, hold on.
I'm not going to Florida?
Lightning! You have no idea how excited I was to get you here because I knew. I knew you'd be back! Was gonna be the comeback story of the year, but... your speed and performance just aren't where they need to be. I'm sorry.
Wha... we're talking about speed on a simulator! Listen to how crazy that sounds!
Look, I'm trying to help you. As your sponsor, yes, but also as your friend. Your racing days are coming to an end. Every time you lose, you damage yourself.
Damage the brand, you mean?
Oh, Lightning, come on! You've done the work, now move on the next phase and reap the reward!
The racing is the reward! Not the stuff! I - I don't wanna cash in, I - I wanna feel the rush of moving 200 miles an hour! Inches from the other guys, pushing myself faster than I thought I'd go! That's the reward, Mr. Sterling!
Oh, Lightning, come on.
Look, I can do this! I - I - I can, I promise! I - I - I'll train like I did with Doc! I-I'll get my tires dirty on every dirt track from here to Florida! I - I can start right there on Fireball Beach, where all the old greats used to race!
Get your tires dirty? That's how you're gonna get faster than Storm?
Yes! Exactly! I mean — sacred dirt, right? Mr. Sterling, if you care about my legacy, the one that Doc started, you'll let me do this! I promise you! I will win!
Come on, you'll like it, I can tell! It's got that little comeback story of the year feel, doesn't it?!
One race? [Lightning nods] If you don't win at Florida, you retire?
Look, if I don't win, I'll sell all the mudflaps you got. But if I do win, I decide when I'm done. Deal?
Thank you, Mr. Sterling. You won't be sorry.
Just one thing, and this is only because I don't like taking chances: you're taking someone with you.
[Lightning starts to leave but stops, speechless.]
Hey, Cruz!
Oh, hey, Mr. Sterling!
I'd like to introduce you to Lightning McQueen.
Mr. Sterling, did you say Lightning McQueen was here? Because... [snorts] I don't see him anywhere.
Uh... but he's right here. [gestures to McQueen] Do you not see him?
Nope. Still don't see him.
But he is right in front of you! It is Lighting McQueen!
He's obviously an imposter. [circles] He looks old, and broken down.
Hey!
With flabby tires! [hits his front right tire]
I do not!
Cruz: Use that!
Whoa! Oh, yeah. I see. I can use that energy for motivation, right? [playfully growls]
It's all about motivation, Mr. McQueen. You can use anything negative as fuel to push through to the positive!
I've been pretty positive since I was a rookie.
I am so excited that I get to train you. I grew up watching you on TV!
Huh, is that right?
These young guys are great and all, but I like a challenge.
Haha. [half-mutters] Not that much older but —
In fact, I call you my "Senior Project". [Lightning looks confused]