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Doc Hudson: Sheriff, why don't you get yourself a quart of oil at Flo's? I'll keep an eye on him.
Sheriff: Well, thanks, Doc! I've been feeling a quart low.

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Lightning McQueen: How will I ever find anyone else who knows how to fill me up with gas? Adios, Chuck!
Not Chuck: And my name is not Chuck!
Lightning McQueen: Oh, whatever.

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Lizzie: The only guy strong enough to fix that road is Big Al.
Ramone: Lizzie, Big Al left like 15 years ago.
Lizzie: Then why are you bringing him up, you lemon?

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Chick Hicks: Ka-chicka! Ka-chicka!

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Chick Hicks: Hey, McQueen, that must be really embarrassing. But I wouldn't worry about it... because I didn't do it! HA-HA-HA!

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Doc Hudson: When was the last time you cared about something except yourself, hot rod? You name me one time, and I will take it all back.
[McQueen is silent]
Doc Hudson: Uh-huh. I thought so.

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Mater: My name is Mater.
Lightning McQueen: Mater?
Mater: Yeah, like tuh-mater, but without the "tuh."

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Sheriff: All rise! The honorable Doc Hudson presiding!
[Ramone lifts himself up ten feet in the air]
Luigi: Show-off.

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Bob Cutlass: We're midway through what may turn out to be a historic day for racing.
Darrell Cartrip: Bob, my oil pressure's through the roof right now. If this gets any more exciting, they're gonna have to tow me out of the booth!
Bob Cutlass: Right you are, Darrell!

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Sally: So, Stickers. Last one to Flo's buys?
Lightning McQueen: Oh, I don't know. I thought we could just go for a drive.
Sally: Hmmmm... No.
[races off]
Lightning McQueen: Yeah! Ka-chow!
[follows after Sally]

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Fillmore: You know, some automotive yoga could really lower your RPMs, man.
Sarge: Oh, take a carwash, hippie.

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Sally: Hey there, Mater.
Mater: Howdy, Sally!
Sally: Hi, folks!
[crowd murmuring greetings back]
Lightning McQueen: [to Mater] You know her?
Mater: She's the town attorney - and my fiancée.
Lightning McQueen: What?
Mater: [nudges

McQueen playfully] I'm just kiddin'. She jus' likes me for my body.

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Bob Cutlass: Three cars are tied for the season points lead, heading into the final race of the season. And the winner of this race, Darrell, will win the season title and the Piston Cup. Does the King, Strip Weathers, have one more victory in him before he retires?
Darrell Cartrip: He's been Dinoco's golden boy for years! Can he win them one last Piston

Cup?
Bob Cutlass: And, as always, in the second place spot, we find Chick Hicks. He's been chasing that tailfin his entire career.
Darrell Cartrip: Chick thought this was his year, Bob, his chance to finally emerge from The King's shadow. But the last thing he expected was - Lightning McQueen!
Bob Cutlass: You know, I don't

think anyone expected this. The rookie sensation came into the season unknown, but everyone knows him now.
Darrell Cartrip: Will he be the first rookie to win a Piston Cup and land Dinoco?
Bob Cutlass: The legend, the runner-up, and the rookie! Three cars, one champion!

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Lightning McQueen: Officer, talk to me, babe. How long is this gonna take? I gotta get to California, pronto.
Sheriff: Where's your lawyer?
Lightning McQueen: I don't know. Tahiti, maybe? He's got a time share there.
Sheriff: When the defendant has no lawyer, the court will assign one to him. Hey, anyone wants

to be his lawyer?
[Everyone backs up except Mater]
Mater: Shoot, I'll do it, Sheriff!

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Chick Hicks: I am not comin'in behind you again, old man.

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[a scene from "Monster Trucks Inc."]
Mike Car: We're banished, genius! Stuck out here in this wasteland without chains!
Sullivan Truck: But, Mike, the Boomobile's in trouble! She needs our help!
Mike Car: You're still not listening!
[Both turn around and Gasp]
Abominable Snowplow: Welcome to the

Himalayas! Snow cone?
Mack: Oh, that Abominable Snowplow is quite the comic thespian!

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Sheriff: May Doc have mercy on your soul.

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Mater: I don't care who you are, that's funny right there.

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Mater: [hurriedly] Hey, listen, listen! If anybody asks you, we was out smashin' mailboxes, OK?

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Sarge: Good to see ya, soldier. Come on by Sarge's Surplus Hut for all your government surplus needs.
Minny: Oh, honey, surplus.
Van: Honey, we have too much surplus.