01x08 - Road Rumblers
Posted: 09/26/22 13:47
McQUEEN: I am not!
MATER: Are so!
- McQUEEN: Am not!
- Are so!
Cut it out, Mater.
I'm not lost.
If this is navigating,
then I'm a Tesla pickup.
Yeah? Well, that crummy diner
you picked out gave me gas
and not the good kind.
Yeah, well, you make chewy,
smacky sounds in your sleep.
And your breath!
Well, your breath
smells like a carpet fire.
Well, we'll just have
to agree to disagree.
I can't agree to that.
- Fine then!
- No, fine.
- Fine.
- Fine!
- Fine, fine, fine.
- Fine, fine, fine.
Fine.
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING IN DISTANCE]
If we were speaking to each other,
which we're not,
I'd say there's a camp up ahead.
And if I was answering,
I'd say, "Woo-hoo!"
[LAUGHS]
Oh, I spy with my little eye
two clackety-kitty cars have
lost their mumsies.
Huh. Must be some
kind of regional dialect.
I got this.
We'll be rumblin' back to the rightwise
if you cut us all slacksy-like,
Cap'n Long Leggy.
[ALL SCREAM]
♪ Hitting the highway, a couple of friends ♪
♪ With new adventures 'round every bend ♪
♪ Whether racing fast or getting towed ♪
♪ We're ever together, cars on the road ♪
"Here, I got this."
Yeah, you got this, all right.
Well, I did, sorta.
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
Oh, yeah.
[LAUGHTER]
Let's go!
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[CHANTING]
CARS: Ho! Ha!
Ho!
Ha!
Ho!
Ha!
Ho!
Ha!
Whoa.
Points for pageantry.
- Refugees from the decaying wastelands.
- [WHIMPERS]
Wastelands?
[CHUCKLES]
We're from Radiator Springs.
Maybe she means it metaphorically.
You come crawling
for acceptance into our ranks?
Um, no.
Shall we drag you to the badlands
where your parched husks
will be dismantled by scavengers?
- Ow!
- [LAUGHS]
Or will you prove your worth
in the Thundercone?
- Well?
- Ow!
Uh, cone.
Yeah, cone sounds good.
[LAUGHING MANIACALLY]
Prepare them.
The Thundercone awaits.
[CHANTING]
CARS: Thundercone! Thundercone! Thundercone!
[GASPS]
Dadgum.
How come you got a flamethrower?
Well, you got a... shovelbeard.
Two cars enter.
One survives.
[CARS LAUGHING]
Let the victor join our ranks
to battle the army of opposition.
CAR: Yeah!
- The what?
- Who?
Off you go!
[BOTH SCREAM]
- Now what do we do?
- I'll destroy you.
Then try to wake you up later.
What?
No.
I saw it on the TV.
How about I destroy you?
- Then--
- Nah. Nobody will believe that.
- [GRUNTS]
- [LAUGHS]
- See?
- Fine. Do your worst.
- Fine. I will.
- Fine!
- Fine, fine, fine!
- Fine, fine, fine!
- Oh, wait. Where'd everybody go?
- Huh?
The dust rises, the hordes approach.
Many vital fluids
will be spilled this day.
[CARS CHEERING]
Now's our chance.
You coming?
Uh-uh. Take the line, lambsies.
There'll be no objectors in these ranks.
They say you came from the wastelands.
[SIGHS]
What started all this anyway?
A lifetime ago we came,
a gathering of like-minded,
artsy-craftsy campers,
seeking enlightenment in the desert.
- And?
- I don't know.
Petty squabbles flared.
Factions formed.
Old school clashed with the new.
It's all a bit murky now.
You don't even remember
what you're fighting about?
[CHUCKLING]
Not really, no.
Maybe a little intervention is in order.
Mater, follow me.
[HORN TOOTING]
[CARS YELLING]
[HORN BLARING]
Warring factions!
Hey, we get it.
A fun little trip among friends
somehow escalates
into a post-apocalyptic turf w*r.
It happens, right?
But it's okay to lay down
your flamethrowers
and forget these petty squabbles.
Who cares?
Some dopey, insignificant tiff
spins out of control.
And next thing you know,
you and your best friend in the world
have come to blows
over absolutely nothing.
[CHUCKLES]
It's crazy.
- Right, buddy?
- Right, buddy.
So what do you say?
Why don't we all just throttle back,
shut the heck up,
and, I don't know, move on?
Come on. Can't be any worse
than all this, right?
[ALL YELLING]
- Over there!
- What is?
McQUEEN: The highway!
[BOTH EXCLAIMING]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]
- [GASPS]
- [SLURPING]
Oh, well, we gave it a try.
At least this little fellow was listening.
Your decaying wasteland
is a beautiful vision of hope.
Yes, it is.
Uh, Lightning, take a look.
[LAUGHS]
Ah. I guess I'll go in and order
a couple hundred more sippy coolers.
[SLURPING]
MATER: Are so!
- McQUEEN: Am not!
- Are so!
Cut it out, Mater.
I'm not lost.
If this is navigating,
then I'm a Tesla pickup.
Yeah? Well, that crummy diner
you picked out gave me gas
and not the good kind.
Yeah, well, you make chewy,
smacky sounds in your sleep.
And your breath!
Well, your breath
smells like a carpet fire.
Well, we'll just have
to agree to disagree.
I can't agree to that.
- Fine then!
- No, fine.
- Fine.
- Fine!
- Fine, fine, fine.
- Fine, fine, fine.
Fine.
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING IN DISTANCE]
If we were speaking to each other,
which we're not,
I'd say there's a camp up ahead.
And if I was answering,
I'd say, "Woo-hoo!"
[LAUGHS]
Oh, I spy with my little eye
two clackety-kitty cars have
lost their mumsies.
Huh. Must be some
kind of regional dialect.
I got this.
We'll be rumblin' back to the rightwise
if you cut us all slacksy-like,
Cap'n Long Leggy.
[ALL SCREAM]
♪ Hitting the highway, a couple of friends ♪
♪ With new adventures 'round every bend ♪
♪ Whether racing fast or getting towed ♪
♪ We're ever together, cars on the road ♪
"Here, I got this."
Yeah, you got this, all right.
Well, I did, sorta.
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
Oh, yeah.
[LAUGHTER]
Let's go!
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[CHANTING]
CARS: Ho! Ha!
Ho!
Ha!
Ho!
Ha!
Ho!
Ha!
Whoa.
Points for pageantry.
- Refugees from the decaying wastelands.
- [WHIMPERS]
Wastelands?
[CHUCKLES]
We're from Radiator Springs.
Maybe she means it metaphorically.
You come crawling
for acceptance into our ranks?
Um, no.
Shall we drag you to the badlands
where your parched husks
will be dismantled by scavengers?
- Ow!
- [LAUGHS]
Or will you prove your worth
in the Thundercone?
- Well?
- Ow!
Uh, cone.
Yeah, cone sounds good.
[LAUGHING MANIACALLY]
Prepare them.
The Thundercone awaits.
[CHANTING]
CARS: Thundercone! Thundercone! Thundercone!
[GASPS]
Dadgum.
How come you got a flamethrower?
Well, you got a... shovelbeard.
Two cars enter.
One survives.
[CARS LAUGHING]
Let the victor join our ranks
to battle the army of opposition.
CAR: Yeah!
- The what?
- Who?
Off you go!
[BOTH SCREAM]
- Now what do we do?
- I'll destroy you.
Then try to wake you up later.
What?
No.
I saw it on the TV.
How about I destroy you?
- Then--
- Nah. Nobody will believe that.
- [GRUNTS]
- [LAUGHS]
- See?
- Fine. Do your worst.
- Fine. I will.
- Fine!
- Fine, fine, fine!
- Fine, fine, fine!
- Oh, wait. Where'd everybody go?
- Huh?
The dust rises, the hordes approach.
Many vital fluids
will be spilled this day.
[CARS CHEERING]
Now's our chance.
You coming?
Uh-uh. Take the line, lambsies.
There'll be no objectors in these ranks.
They say you came from the wastelands.
[SIGHS]
What started all this anyway?
A lifetime ago we came,
a gathering of like-minded,
artsy-craftsy campers,
seeking enlightenment in the desert.
- And?
- I don't know.
Petty squabbles flared.
Factions formed.
Old school clashed with the new.
It's all a bit murky now.
You don't even remember
what you're fighting about?
[CHUCKLING]
Not really, no.
Maybe a little intervention is in order.
Mater, follow me.
[HORN TOOTING]
[CARS YELLING]
[HORN BLARING]
Warring factions!
Hey, we get it.
A fun little trip among friends
somehow escalates
into a post-apocalyptic turf w*r.
It happens, right?
But it's okay to lay down
your flamethrowers
and forget these petty squabbles.
Who cares?
Some dopey, insignificant tiff
spins out of control.
And next thing you know,
you and your best friend in the world
have come to blows
over absolutely nothing.
[CHUCKLES]
It's crazy.
- Right, buddy?
- Right, buddy.
So what do you say?
Why don't we all just throttle back,
shut the heck up,
and, I don't know, move on?
Come on. Can't be any worse
than all this, right?
[ALL YELLING]
- Over there!
- What is?
McQUEEN: The highway!
[BOTH EXCLAIMING]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]
- [GASPS]
- [SLURPING]
Oh, well, we gave it a try.
At least this little fellow was listening.
Your decaying wasteland
is a beautiful vision of hope.
Yes, it is.
Uh, Lightning, take a look.
[LAUGHS]
Ah. I guess I'll go in and order
a couple hundred more sippy coolers.
[SLURPING]