- We're just trying to find the interstate.
- But you do need a paint job, man.
Ramone will paint you up right.
'Ey, anything you want!
You know like the flame job.
- No, thanks.
- Maybe gold flames.
Oh, yeah!
(Ramone sighs)
- Oh, Ramone, mama ain't seen you that low in years.
- I haven't seen a road like this in years.
- Well then let's cruise, baby.
- Low and slow.
(Otis screaming)
- 'Ey, how far'd you make it this time, Otis?
- Half-way to the county line (breathing heavily).
- (exclaims) Not bad, man!
- I know, I can't believe it either!
- You know, some automotive yoga
could really lower your RPMs, man.
- Oh, take a car wash, hippie.
- Hey, look at my husband, y'all!
(howls) That's your color.
- Yellow, baby.
- Mm, you smokin' hot!
♪ You settled down ♪
♪ And you built a town and made it live ♪
♪ And you watched it grow ♪
♪ It was your town ♪
(fast, pop music)
(paint sprays)
(tape peels)
(clicks)
(engine revs)
- Kachow!
- (Mater laughs)
(crowd cheering and wheels changing)
- We came as soon as you called.
- I called to talk to Mater,
it never occurred to me that he wouldn't be there.
- Sheriff is talking to Scotland Yard right now.
- And Sarge is in touch with his friends
in the British military.
- You just need to focus on the race.
(upbeat music)
- (Ramone chuckling)
Oh yeah.
- [McQueen] Kachow
(paint spraying)
- Here she comes.
- [McQueen] Okay, places everybody, hurry.
Act natural.
[Cars] Good evening, Sally.
- All right, what's goin' on.
- Ladies and gentle cars,
please welcome the new
Lightning McQueen.
(engine revving)
- Wow, what do you think?
Radiator Springs looks pretty good on me.
- (laughing) I'll say.
(growls) Kachow, you're gonna fit right in in California.
- Wait, what's happening?
- Hey, Ramone, got your paint?
- You know I do.
(impact driver tightening lug nuts)
- Guy, what are you doing?
- Man, I don't understand it.
McQueen's just sitting there.
Something's gotta be wrong.
- Mr. McQueen?
- Today's the say, Cruise.
You're gettin' your shot.
- What?
- I started this race and you're gonna finish it.
- What?
She'll damage the brand.
She's just a trainer.
- No, she's a racer.
It just took me a while to see it.
- That can't be legal.
- The rules only say the number has to be out there.
Doesn't say who has to wear it.
- No, you can't do that.
- Hey, did I say ever tell you
how much I love your mudflaps?
- Outta my way, bumpkin.
- I got my fishin' flaps, got my church flaps,
goin' out eatin' flaps.
(exciting music)
- Come on guys, we gotta get her out there.
Let's go.
- Tires, check.
- Fuel, check.
- Ramone.
- Eh, best I could do in the time frame, boss.
(engine revs)
- Yeah, that'll work.
- This is Holly Shiftwell.
- I'm Mater's girlfriend.
It's so nice to meet you all.
(clangs)
- Guido believe you now.
- Whoa, honey, you got a nasty dent there.
- Yeah.
- Was that from when you swooped in
and ya saved them in London?
- Van.
- What?
I'm just asking.
- Ah, don't you worry, sweet pea,
my baby, Ramone, can get that fixed up for ya in no time.
- Yeah, sure thing, man, no problemo.
Just let me go get my tools.
- Oh no, no.
I'm keeping that dent.
It's way to valuable.
(Sh-Boom by The Coasters playing)
- Low and slow?
- Oh yeah, baby.
♪ Life could be a dream sweetheart ♪
- Okay.
Yes.
- Fancy new trailer.
- Time to celebrate.
- Guido, come.
We have to pack the tires.
- Hey, McQueen, you can't race in primer, man.
Come on, let's go.
(lift lowering)
- Ramone, you have done it again.
- It's like the Sistine Chapel
(engine revs)
On wheels.
- I'm comin' for you, Storm.
(upbeat music)