He's so getting beat tommorow.
Look, I don't appreciate my best friend being insulted like that.
You know, those are some strong words coming from a car that is so fragile.
I don't want to be the cause of you losing any more races. I want you to go prove to the world what I already know: that you are the greatest racecar in the whole wide world. Your best friend, Mater. [looks up] I didnt really want him to leave.
Well, Mater's prone to exaggeration; I wouldn't say she's a "big fan".
Well, mentioning it once doesn't qualify as going on and on.
Oh ho ho! Look at this! Okay now, Mater. Remember - best behavior.
It's official, you're coming to all my races from now on.
I call it "what I accidentally did to my friend, Luigi, once".
By the time you read this, I'll be safely on an airplane flying home. I'm so sorry for what I did.
What have you got here that's free? How about that there pistachio ice cream?
You're right. She's a HUGE fan! She goes on and on about your open wheels here.
What? I thought you's supposed to be making me a dee-sguise!
What the? Hahahaha. [Transylvanian accent] I vant to siphon your gas! Ha ha! Now make me a taco truck!
Two of them sweets for me too, Sid! [to Holley] You know, I always wanted to be a spy.
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.
And then I remembered what they say about old British engines. If there ain't no oil under 'em, there ain't no oil in 'em.
It was you leaking oil at the party in Japan. [flashback of Mater leaking oil] You just blamed it on me.
Then you're faking it. You didn't convert to no electric. We pop that hood, we gonna see that engine from that picture right there.
To make Allinol look bad so that everyone would go back to using oil. I mean, he said it himself with that dee-sguised voice.
Yeah, but what if he found that huge oil field just as the world was trying to find something else? What if he came up with Allinol just to make alternative fuel look bad?
Those thugs down there where on the oil platform. If they see me, the whole mission is compromised.
I never properly introduced myself: Finn McMissile, British Intelligence.
That's how everyone sees you. Isn't that the idea? I tell you, that's the genius of it. No-one realize they're being fooled, because they're too busy laughing at the fool. Brilliant.
This cannot be him.