Watch Cars part 7 - Good luck in California

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MATER: I knowed you wouldn't leave without saying goodbye. SHERIFF: What are you doin' here? You're gonna miss your race. Don't worry. I'll give you a police escort, and we'll make up time. LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: Thank you, Sheriff. But you know I can't go just yet. SHERIFF: Well, why not? LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: I'm not sure these tires can get me to California.
I'm not sure these tires can get me to California.
GUIDO: Peet stop? LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: Yeah, does anybody know what time Luigi's opens? I can't-a believe it! Four new tires! Four new tires! Grazie, Mr. Lightning. Grazie! FLO: Would you look at that! LUIGI: Our first customer in years! I am filled with tears of ecstasy, for this is the most glorious day of my life! LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: All right, Luigi, give me the best set of blackwalls you've got. LUIGI: No! No, no, no. You don't-a know what you want. Luigi know what you want. But-a this... Whitewall tires! They say, Look at me! Here I am! Love me. LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: All right, you're the expert. Don't forget the spare. LUIGI: Perfetto. Guido! GUIDO: Peet stop! LUIGI: What did Luigi tell you, eh? LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: Wow, you were right. Better than a Ferrari, huh? LUIGI: Eh... No. LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: Wow! This organic fuel is great! Why haven't I heard about it before? FILLMORE: It's a conspiracy, man! They're feedin' us a bunch of lies, man. LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: OK, I'll take a case. RAMONE: Ah... Yeah. LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: Ka-chow. MATER: Here she comes! LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: Places, everybody. Hurry! Act natural. ALL: Hi, Sally. SALLY CARRERA: All right, what's goin' on? MATER: Ladies and gentlecars, please welcome the new Lightning McQueen! LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: Pow! What do you think? Radiator Springs looks pretty good on me.
Radiator Springs looks pretty good on me
SALLY CARRERA: I'll say. Ka-chow. You're gonna fit right in California. My goodness. It looks like you've helped everybody in town. LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: Yeah, everybody except one. Hey, is it getting dark out? LIZZIE: What? What'd he say? LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: Let me say that again. Is it getting dark out? LIZZIE: Now, what was I supposed to do after that? SALLY CARRERA: They fixed their neon! FLO: Low and slow? RAMONE: Oh, yeah, baby! LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: Just like in its heyday, right? SALLY CARRERA: It's even better than I pictured it. Thank you. LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: Shall we cruise? LIZZIE: Oh, thank you, dear. I'd love to! LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: No, no, no. SALLY CARRERA: Lizzie! LIZZIE: I remember when Stanley first asked me to take a drive with him. MATER: Hey, Miss Sally. May I have this cruise? SALLY CARRERA: Of course, Mater. LIZZIE: ...and again and I said, No. He asked me again, and I said, No. But, oh, he was a persistent little bugger for a two-cylinder. Finally I said, All right, one little drive. LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: Hey! SALLY CARRERA: Thanks, Mater. MATER: Good evenin', you two. LIZZIE: Oh, Stanley, I wish you could see this. FLO: Is that what I think it is? SALLY CARRERA: Oh, I don't know, Flo. I haven't had a chance to find out. But I am going to find out. Hello. FLO: Not that. That. SALLY CARRERA: Customers? FLO: Customers, everybody! And a lot of 'em! You know what to do. Just like we rehearsed. MATER: We have found McQueen! McQueen, over here! Wait, excuse me. Is it true you've been in rehab? Did you have a nervous breakdown? What? McQueen's wearing whitewalls! Your tires balding? SALLY CARRERA: Stickers! Was McQueen your prisoner? MATER: Shoot, no! We're best buds! I ain't braggin' or nothin', but I was in charge of huntin' him down if he tried to escape. LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: Sally! Sally! Will you still race for the Piston Cup? SALLY CARRERA: Stickers? LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: Sally! Come on, give us some bolt! MACK: You're here! Thank the manufacturer! You're alive! LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: Mack? MACK: You're here! I can't believe it! You are a sight for sore headlights! I'm so sorry I lost you, boss. I'll make it up to you! LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: Mack, I can't believe you're here. HARV: Is that the world's fastest racing machine?
Is that the world's fastest racing machine?
Is that Harv? Yeah. He's in the back. Show us the bolt! Get back, you oil-thirsty parasites! Where's the old McQueen? Actually, this is my good side here. Harv! Harv! Give us the bolt! Harv? Come on! HARV: Kid, I'm over here! LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: How you doin', buddy? HARV: My star client disappears off the face of the earth! How do you think I'm doing? LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: I can explain. HARV: I'm doing great! You're everywhere! Radio, TV, the papers! You can't buy this kind of publicity! What do you need me for? That's just a figure of speech, by the way. You signed a contract. Where are you? I can't even find you on my GPS. LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: I'm in this little town called Radiator Springs. You know Route 66? It's still here! HARV: Yeah, that's great, kid. Playtime is over, pal. While the world's been trying to find you Dinoco has had no one to woo. Who are they gonna woo? LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: Chick! Bingo. In fact, check out what's on the plasma right now. Show us the thunder! You want thunder? You want thunder? Ka-chicka, ka-chicka! LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: Hey, that's my bit! HARV: You've gotta get to Cali, pronto! Just get out of Radiation Stinks now, or Dinoco is history, you hear me? LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: Just give me a second here, Harv. HARV: No, wait. Where are you goin'? Get in the trailer, baby. Kid! You want a bigger trailer? LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: Sally, I want you to... Look, I wish... SALLY CARRERA: Thank you. Thanks for everything. LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: It was just a road. SALLY CARRERA: No. It was much more than that. MACK: Hey, kid! We gotta go. Harv's goin' crazy! He's gonna have me fired if I don't get you in the truck right now! LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: Mack, just... hold it for... SALLY CARRERA: You should go. LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: I know, but... SALLY CARRERA: Good luck in California. I hope you find what you're looking for.
I hope you find what you're looking for
MACK: McQueen, come on! LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: Sally... Sally! Show us the bolt, McQueen! The bolt! Hey, Lightning, show us the bolt! MACK: Come on, get in the trailer. Where's the old McQueen? The bolt! That's it. That's right, let's go! You're a big shining star. You're a superstar. You don't belong there, anyway. Whoa... Wait... Whoa, whoa, wait, wait! Hey, guys! McQueen's leavin' in the truck! KORI TURBOWITZ: Hey, are you Doc Hudson? DOC HUDSON: Yeah. KORI TURBOWITZ: Thanks for the call. SALLY CARRERA: You called them? DOC HUDSON: It's best for everyone, Sally. SALLY CARRERA: Best for everyone or best for you? MATER: I didn't get to say goodbye to him. BOB CUTLASS: Hello, race fans. Welcome to what has become, quite simply, the biggest event in the history of racing. A three-way battle for the Piston Cup! ARRELL CARTRIP: There's a crowd of nearly 200,000 cars here at the Los Angeles International Speedway
200,000 cars here at the Los Angeles International Speedway
. Tickets to this race are hotter than a black leather seat on a hot summer day! BOB CUTLASS: The King, Chick Hicks and Lightning McQueen in a 200 lap, winner-takes-all, tiebreaker race. DARRELL CARTRIP: I got a lotta miles on me, but let me tell you somethin'. This is exciting! BOB CUTLASS: In fact, the country has almost shut down to watch what many experts are calling the race of the century. JUNIOR: Hey, King! Good luck in your last race. You've sure been an inspiration to me. STRIP THE KING WEATHERS: Thanks, Junior. Appreciate it. Hey, be careful out there, OK? Yeah, man. MIA: He's hot! CHICK HICKS: Wanna know the forecast? I'll give you the forecast. A 100 percent chance of thunder! Ka-chicka! Ka-chicka! Say it with me! Ka-chicka! Ka-chicka! Hey, you! No admittance without a garage pass. FRED: Oh, it's OK. Lightning McQueen knows me! Hey, Marco, it's a beautiful day for a race, isn't it? Absolutely, Mr. Andretti. And good morning to you, Fred. Mario Andretti knows my name! You gotta let me in now! GUARD: Sorry, pal. LIGHTNING MCQUEEN: OK, here we go. Focus. Speed. I am speed. Victory. One winner, two losers. Speed. Speed...


Fillmore own an organic fuel shop, a 1960 Volkswagen Bus.

Sarge a veteran with a military green paint job, a 1941 Willys model jeep, in the style used by the US Military.

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LUIGI: Blackwall tires. They blend into the pavement.

FILLMORE: The oil companies got a grip on the government!

MATER: It's the ghostlight! We have found McQueen.

DARRELL CARTRIP: I never thought I'd see anything like this.

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