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Mater the Greater
(ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MATER HONKING)
If I'm lying, I'm crying.
MATER: Whoa!
Mater, are you all right?
Oh, shoot, that was nothing. I used to be a daredevil.
What?
That's right.
Folks would come from all around to see my stunts.
CROWD: Mater! Mater!
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlecars, Mater the Greater!
(CROWD CHEERING)
BOTH: Yay!
Get your Mater teeth right here!
Two buck teeth for one buck!
CAR: You're a hero, man!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
ANNOUNCER: And there he goes!
Ow!
Excuse me. Pardon me.
(CARS EXCLAIMING)
Coming through. Good to see you.
My bad. Hey, Ricky, how's the kid? Watch your hood!
ANNOUNCER: He did it!
Mater is greater!
CAR: You're the car!
MATER: I did all kinds of stunts.
MATER: Fire!
Whoa!
(WHOOPING)
(EXCLAIMING)
(LAUGHING)
MATER: I busted nearly
every part in my body.
But the biggest stunt Mater the Greater ever did
was jumping Carburetor Canyon.
Jumping Carburetor Canyon? No way.
Yes way, you remember. You was there, too.
What?
Ready, buddy?
Ready?
MATER: All right then, get 'er done!
(McQUEEN EXCLAIMING)
(SCREAMING)
Well, what happened?
You didn't make it.
Well, see you later! Come on, guys, let's go!
(McQUEEN SCREAMING)
(CRASHING)
Rescue Squad Mater
(ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC PLAYING)
(ALARM DINGING)
If I'm lying, I'm crying. Gotta go.
(SIREN WAILING)
Hey, Red.
I used to be a fire truck.
What?
Dad gum right.
Fire! Someone call Rescue Squad Mater!
(CHUCKLING)
DISPATCHER: All units,
all units! Please respond.
Fire in progress at one-two-zero-niner Car Michael Way.
That's the old Gasoline and Match Factory!
DISPATCHER:
Right you are, Mater. Now go!
(SIREN WAILING)
CHOPPER: Chopper One en route.
TROOPER: Trooper responding.
Where's Mater?
MATER: Right behind you!
Mater One en route.
TROOPER: All right, back it up, folks.
Put it in reverse, pal. Make room for Mater.
DISPATCHER:
Be advised, explosive situation.
Rescue Squad Mater, we're counting on you!
10-4! I'm on it.
(BOTH EXCLAIMING)
Mater, I cannot believe that you were a fire truck.
You remember, for Pete's sake. You was there, too!
(McQUEEN SCREAMING)
Help! Help!
Remain calm!
(SPUTTERING)
MATER: I gotcha!
CAR: Look out, it's gonna blow!
Get him to the hospital! Stat! He's overheating.,
On my way!
Wow!
Yeah, baby!
(McQUEEN GROANING)
(McQUEEN EXCLAIMING IN PAIN)
NURSE: Paging Dr. Mater.
Dr. Mater to the OR.
What's going on, ladies?
(BOTH GIGGLING)
All righty now,
let's have us a little look-see.
Mater, you're a doctor, too?
MATER: That's right, buddy. I got my MD,
my PhD, my STP, and my GTO.
Hey, Doctor.
MATER: Clear!
(McQUEEN SCREAMING)
Well, what happened?
I saved your life.
What? No, you didn't.
Did so.
Did not.
Did so.
No, Mater...
Yes, I did. Yep.
Mater, stop it!
Did so.
Not! Did not.
Hello, Doctor.
Did so.
Monster Truck Mater
(ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MATER HONKING)
Don't lie, don't cry! Wrastle!
(BELL DINGS)
Whoa! Check out the size of that monster truck.
Shoot, that boy's nothing.
I used to wrastle trucks bigger than that.
What?
Yep.
I used to be a Monster Truck Wrastler!
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlecars,
introducing The Tormentor!
(CROWD BOOING)
Excuse me, it's Tow Mater!
ANNOUNCER:
Who wants some ice cream?
The I-Screamer!
(CROWD CHEERING)
I'm gonna make you scream!
(SCREAMS)
(EXCLAIMS)
Huh?
I-SCREAMER: Where did he go?
MATER: Excuse me, mister.
Huh?
Can I have one double dip dipstick sundae, please?
Huh? Oh.
Sure. That's a very popular flavor.
Huh? Whoa!
One, two, three. The winner!
ANNOUNCER: Now that's a sundae, sundae, sundae!
Drop and give me 20!
I'll give you three.
One, two, three. The winner!
ANNOUNCER: The Rastacarian has The Tormentor
in his signature dread lock.
Me be jamming now, man.
One, two, three. The winner!
Who be jamming, now?
ALL: You be jamming, now!
ANNOUNCER: Ooh, Dr. Feel Bad.
Your next stop is the hospital! Whoa!
Don't worry, I'll bring you some flowers!
ANNOUNCER 1: Oh, that's gotta hurt.
ANNOUNCER 2: And just wait till he gets the bill.
One, two, three!
ANNOUNCER 1: Paddy O'Concrete's gonna lay some cement.
Here comes a nice fresh pour!
Pour it on!
ANNOUNCER 1: Oh! He got paved!
Now that's what I call a patio,
daddy-o.
One, two, three!
You rock, man!
(WHOOPING)
ANNOUNCER 1: And now, the moment we've all been waiting for,
the buck-toothed wonder of the world, the wrastler of disaster,
The Tormentor!
(CROWD CHEERING)
(WHOOPING)
Go get him, Tormentor!
ANNOUNCER 1: And the world champion, Dr. Frankenwagon.
(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)
(CHUCKLES) Piece of cake.
ANNOUNCER 1: And his Monster!
(ROARING)
It's alive!
I'm dead.
Whoa! What did you do?
Don't you remember nothing? We was a tag team.
Tag, you're it!
What?
(EXCLAIMING)
Yes, ladies, they are real. You wanna kick 'em?
BOTH: Ooh!
Quick! Tag me, tag me!
Tag.
Gotcha!
(BOTH GIGGLING)
Watch this.
One, two, three.
The winners! The Tormentor and...
What's your name, son?
Lightning McQueen.
And Frightening McMean!
Frightening McMean. Oh, please.
I can't believe it! The Tormentor!
I'm your biggest fan, man! Can I get your autograph?
Well, of course you can.
I will never wash this door again.
Wait, don't you want Frightening McMean's autograph?
VAN: No, thanks. McQUEEN: Seriously.
I'm okay, really.
I'll do it real quick.
VAN: You're making me uncomfortable!
Tag, you're it.
Tag, you're it.
Tag. Tag!
Tag. Tag!
Tag, you're it. Tag!
Tag!
Unidentified Flying Mater
(ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC PLAYING)
(STUTTERING) If I'm lying, I'm crying.
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
Hey, look! A UFO.
Mater, that was a hub cap.
No, it was a UFO.
And I know 'cause I done seen one once.
What?
Yep, it was a crystal clear night.
(BELL CLANGING)
Huh.
MATER: Well, that's weird.
(SCREAMS)
(MATER WHIMPERING)
What... What in the...
Well, hey there. Welcome to Earth. My name is Mater.
My name is Mator.
Mator? Huh.
Should I take you to my liter?
Your liter.
All right, then! Well, here's all my liters.
Yum.
MATER: Man, that guy could put it away.
(SLURPING)
(BELCHES)
Dad gum!
Dad gum!
MATER: We did all my favorite things.
(TRACTOR MOOING)
(MATER LAUGHING)
MATER: I taught him how to drive backwards.
And he taught me how to fly.
Cool.
Wait up!
Whoa!
MATER: Hey, Filmore!
(MATER EXCLAIMS EXCITEDLY)
We're going to be best friends forever.
What?
HELICOPTER: I got him. MATER: No!
HELICOPTER: Return to base.
MATER: Mator!
I'll save you!
(GRUNTING)
Dad gum reverse.
I'm coming to get you, Mator!
Oh, no. Mator!
VOICE ON PA: Maintenance to the loading dock, please.
TRUCK 1: Van, we'll meet you up there, come on!
TRUCK 2: Get me 10 men right here, on the double!
TRUCK 3: Private Smithers, come here right now!
VOICE ON PA: Dr. Schleppenwagen, report to Hangar 10.
(GASPS)
SCIENTIST: Don't get too close.
LEAD SCIENTIST:
Everybody, say, "Cheese."
ALL: Cheese!
Dad gum.
Dad gum? He's trying to communicate.
Where is Dr. Abschleppwagen?
Here I am.
(GREETING IN GERMAN)
(BOTH GIGGLING)
So Herr Doktor, what does dad gum mean?
The dad gum means... Let's get out of here!
Dad gum.
MATER: Follow me, Mator!
(BLOWING RASPBERRY)
Whoa! Do you really expect me to believe that?
Well, you should. You was there, too!
(McQUEEN GRUNTING)
It's beautiful!
ALL: (IN AWE) Dad gum.
MATER: Thanks for saving us, Mrs. UFO.
You think you can drop us off at home?
(MATER AND McQUEEN EXCLAIMING)
MATER: Thank you.
I'm sorry, Mater, that did not happen.
Oh, yeah? Then how come I can do this?
(GEARS GRINDING)
Oh, Mater, please!
(CHUCKLING)
Far out.
El Materdor
(ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MATER HONKING)
If I'm lying, I'm crying. (SNARLS)
McQUEEN: Hey, look, bulldozers.
Yep. Them's just like the ones I used to fight.
What?
That's right.
I was a famous bulldozer fighter in Spain.
They called me El Materdor.
BOTH: Senor Materdor!
(BOTH GASP)
(BOTH GIGGLING)
(SNORTING)
(GRUNTS)
(EXCLAIMING IN SPANISH)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(EXCLAIMING IN SPANISH)
(BOTH EXCLAIMING)
(ALL GASP)
(BABY CRYING)
(SPEAKING LATIN)
(BOTH CRYING)
CAR: He's alive!
El Materdor!
El Materdor!
(GROWLS)
(GRUNTING)
(GASPS)
(CROWD EXCLAIMING IN SPANISH)
(EXCLAIMING IN SPANISH)
(BOTH EXCLAIMING IN SPANISH)
Bravo, Senor Mater!
MATER: So there I was, surrounded.
Bulldozers all around me.
What did you do?
What did I...
Well, don't you remember? You was there, too!
What?
MATER: They sure liked that fancy red paint job of yours.
(McQUEEN SCREAMING)
(CROWD EXCLAIMING IN SPANISH)
Mater, that did not happen.
Well, try telling that to them there bulldozers.
(EXCLAIMING)
Senor Mater!
Senor Mater!
Senoritas!
(EXCLAIMS IN SPANISH)
Moon Mater
(ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MATER HONKING)
Houston, if I'm lying, I'm crying.
McQUEEN: Wow, check out that moon.
MATER: Yep, I been up there.
You have not.
Oh, yeah, it's real purty.
It all started when I was towing this car to Florida.
And then suddenly, Houston had a problem!
Houston, I have a problem.
It's Impala XIII!
He's stuck on the moon.
He needs a tow.
Where on Earth are we gonna get a tow?
Well, that guy's got a tow.
CAR: Ow.
MATER: And with a little bit of training,
I became a genuine auto-naut.
What's going on, ladies?
Good luck, Mater.
The world's counting on you!
Welcome aboard, Mater. My name's Roger.
Well, howdy there, Roger.
Prepare for takeoff.
Let's burn this candle!
T-minus ten,
nine... Main engine start.
Seven, six...
Oh, boy! I've never been
to the moon before, Roger.
...five...
Oh, you'll love it. It's real nice.
...four, three, two, one.
Booster ignition.
And we have lift-off of Roger Shuttle
on Impala XIII rescue mission.
(WHOOPING)
I love my job!
(SCREAMING)
HOWARD: (ON SPEAKER) We have cleared the tower.
(ALL WHOOPING)
It's all up to Mater, now.
ROGER: Booster rockets 1
and 2 disengaged.
HOWARD: Roger, Roger.
You are clear to burn.
MATER: See you later, Earth.
HOWARD:
You are on approach to the moon.
Prepare for moon landing.
Open cargo bay doors.
ROGER: Roger!
HOWARD: Operation Tow Mater is go.
MATER: Okey-dokey.
ROGER: Good luck, Mater. See you back on Earth.
Roger-dodger, Roger.
Whoa!
Moon Mater has landed.
Thank goodness you're here, Mater.
Quick, connect your rescue apparatus
to the frontal structural component
of the linear axle assembly. Pronto.
How about I just give you a tow?
Mission accomplished. Now, take us home.
Rotate thrusters.
Got it! Check.
Prime ignition.
Pivot bolster columns.
What?
Disengage inertial dampener. Ignite propulsion system.
Blast off!
Whoa!
MATER: Well, there I was, doing 17,000 miles an hour.
17,000 miles an hour? (LAUGHS) No way!
Yes way. But that was nothing compared to you.
(McQUEEN SCREAMS)
Oh, yeah! This is awesome!
(WHOOPING)
Watch out for re-entry!
McQUEEN: What?
(EXCLAIMING IN PAIN) Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!
(SCREAMING)
Don't worry, I got you.
MATER: Yes siree! We was a couple of bona fide heroes.
So, Mater, when does an astronaut eat?
At launch time.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Oh, come on. That did not happen.
Well, suit yourself.
Mater! Houston has another problem!
Roger, Roger!
Let's burn this candle!
Oh, yeah!
Heavy Metal Mater
(ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MATER HONKING)
If I'm lying, I'm crying.
(GUIDO SINGING IN ITALIAN)
Mater, why don't you get up there and sing?
Nah, I don't want to steal the show.
Steal the show?
Well, I was a big rock star.
What?
Yes, siree. I started out in a garage band.
(SINGING)
Boy, we sound pretty good. Let's get a gig.
(MATER SINGING)
MATER: Don't forget to tip the waitresses!
That so rocked!
I know!
BOTH: Do you guys have a record?
Uh...
Be right back.
(MATER SINGING)
(GASPS)
Oh, yeah!
CAR: What's that sound?
That sounds like angels printing money to me.
Say, you boys are good. All you need is a new name.
A new name? A new name.
Delivery! Where do you want this heavy metal, Mater?
That's it!
(SINGING)
MATER: I wanna hear you.
You were Heavy Metal Mater?
No. We was Heavy Metal Mater.
Are you ready to rock?
Yeah!
Oh, yeah!
(BOTH SINGING)
(CROWD CHEERING)
I'm sorry, Mater. That did not happen.
Well, suit yourself.
(GASPS)
(SCREAMS)
(MATER EXCLAIMING)
Mater Private Eye
(ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MATER HONKING)
If I'm lying, I'm crying, see.
Morning, Flo. Hey, can I get some air?
My tires are going flat. (GASPS)
Flat tires, you say? I thought I done solved that crime.
What?
I was a private eye.
No way!
Yes way.
It was 7:15 on a Friday night.
I was working downtown. Mostly small jobs,
but this time I was onto something real big.
It was all right there in black and white.
Blowouts everywhere.
There was some kind of counterfeit tire ring.
And a sale on trailer hitches down at Rusty Rod's.
I was about to hit the bricks,
and then she drove in.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
She was wearing those whitewalls,
the ones that used to drive me crazy.
Hello, Mater.
What are you doing here, Tia?
I missed you.
Like you missed your last smog check.
(SCOFFS) You don't have to play poker with me.
Well, you always were the wild card. What do you want?
I need you to find my sister, Mia. She's been carnapped!
(CRYING)
Quit the waterworks, will you?
Where did you last see her?
She was working for Big D.
(THUNDER CLAPPING)
Big D, you say?
TIA: She worked at his club. The Carbacabana.
(SINGING)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(LAVERNE THANKS IN SPANISH)
You wanted to see me, senor?
I'm looking for Mia. You seen her?
Mia! (SPITS) That ragtop.
I don't remember.
Well, maybe this'll help you remember.
Mmm. Maybe.
(GASPS) Well, now I remember.
I saw her a couple of days ago with Big D.
Where did they go?
I don't know, and I don't care.
But she did smell salty. Like the ocean.
Hey, this guy bugging you?
Not yet, but a girl can hope.
Well, he's bugging me.
Whoa! Hello, Clyde. Where'd you get the hand truck?
You're a very nosy fella, kitty cat. Huh?
You know what happens to guys who shine their headlights
in the wrong places? No? Wanna guess? Huh?
I don't know, free carwash?
No. They lose them.
Ow!
Next time, it's the blinkers. Understand?
(MATER GROANS)
MATER: I was down to one headlight.
But I could still see just fine.
Hey, Stinky? What's the dirt on the street?
I don't know.
No?
No. They got me working the alleys, dumping all these blowouts.
Blowouts, you say?
Yeah, it's odd though.
Odd?
Yeah, they all have this smell.
Smell?
They smell salty.
Salty? Ocean?
Like the ocean.
I haven't smelled that since I worked down at the docks.
Rocks? Ducks?
Docks. Docks.
The docks! Thanks, Stinky!
You're welcome, Mater.
(MIA MUFFLED SCREAM)
(GASPS)
MATER: Mia!
DOCK PITTY: Come on! Put a little hustle into it!
(WHISTLES)
Huh?
Uh-oh.
(MUMBLES)
Big D! Wait till I tell the DA.
You ain't telling the DA nothing.
What? I'm being shanghaied!
No!
Tia! You double-crossing double-crosser.
I had no choice. It was the only way to save my sister.
Well, you always did the right thing. Just the wrong way.
TIA: No!
What'd you do?
Like you don't know, Lieutenant Lightning McQueen.
Looks like we finally caught you, Big D.
Oh, no! McQueen!
Get him!
McQUEEN: Whoa!
Oh! Mater!
Whoa!
(MATER WHOOPING)
(SCREAMS)
Aha! Just what I thought. Counterfeit tires.
You led us right to him, Mater. Take him away, boys.
(SIREN WAILING)
It was a fine mess you got me into, Tia.
I'm not bad, Mater. I just drive that way.
Come on. Let's pick up where we left off.
(GASPS)
(SCOFFING) Mater, that is the most ridiculous thing
I've ever heard.
(EXCLAIMING) Come on, Mater! Everybody conga!
I'm right behind you!
(ALL SINGING)
Tokyo Mater
(ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MATER HONKING)
If I am lying, then I am crying.
(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING ON PA)
SHERIFF: Morning, everyone.
(STATION BELL DINGS)
Sure is peaceful.
DRIFTER 1: Hey, losers!
Drifting through, baby!
Not in my town, you don't!
(SIREN WAILING)
DRIFTER 2: Yee-ha!
SHERIFF:
Get back here, you import punks!
Hey, go easy on 'em, Sheriff!
I used to be an import.
What? (CHUCKLES) No way!
Yes, way.
It all started when one day...
Hey there, bud.
Looks like you could use a tow somewhere.
Yes, but it is very far.
Well, shoot, no tow is too far for Tow Mater.
(EXOTIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(GASPS) Whew!
Man, I gotta change my slogan.
(WOMAN SINGING IN JAPANESE)
Well, here you go.
Domo arigato, Mr. Tomato.
And a do itashi mashite to you.
Whoa!
(ENGINE REVVING)
MATER: What in the world? (LAUGHING)
(GIGGLING)
Hello, ladies.
(DINGS)
(GASPS)
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
A whatsit?
(GASPS) He challenges you to a drift race!
Drift race!
Drift race!
We will race at midnight.
(CHORTLING)
(ALL CHORTLING)
Well, they seem friendly.
Mater-san, if you are going to win,
you need modification!
Modify!
Modify!
Modify!
Modify!
Modify! What's that?
(TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING)
(REVVING)
(CARS EXCLAIMING)
Mmm. You look good, but can you race?
(LAUGHING)
Can I?
(SOFTLY) Hey, can I?
Konbanwa, gentlecars.
Let this be an honorable race.
You must race to the top of Tokyo Tower!
First one to seize the flag will become
King of all Drifters!
Well, what happens to the loser?
The loser will be stripped of all modifications
and become stock.
(ALL GASPING)
But I just got all this fancy stuff.
Ready?
(REVVING)
Set-o!
Go!
(EXCLAIMS)
MATER: Whoa! Oh!
(TIRES SQUEALING)
Whoa!
(ENGINES REVVING)
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
You can't drift. You are loser!
(LAUGHING)
I'll show you!
(SCREAMING)
(CARS WELCOMING IN JAPANESE)
(CARS THANKING IN JAPANESE)
Whoa!
MATER: Wrong way!
CAR: Look out!
(SIREN WAILING)
Get back here, you import punk!
MATER: Look out!
Coming through!
Donuts! I love donuts!
(TIRES SQUEALING)
Hello!
Huh?
Good move, but not good enough!
(SHOUTING IN JAPANESE)
NINJAS: (SHOUTING) Hai-ya!
Oh, no! Ninjas!
NINJAS: Yah!
Whoa, ninjas? What did you do?
Well, shoot, you ought to know. You was there, too.
MALE ANNOUNCER:
Lightning Dragon McQueen!
(NINJAS GASPING)
I'll take care of this dragon style!
MALE ANNOUNCER:
Spinning dragon attack!
(GRUNTING)
(McQUEEN EXCLAIMING)
Whoa!
(LAUGHING)
(GASPS) Oh, no!
He's almost to the tower!
Quickly, follow me!
MATER: Right behind you!
Huh?
Whoa!
(LAUGHING) Look at me, I'm drifting!
Whee!
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(GASPING)
MATER: Whoa, look out!
Whoa!
Oh, no! We're running out of road!
No! I can't stop!
Then go!
MALE ANNOUNCER:
Lightning dragon fireball!
(EXCLAIMING)
MATER: Cannonball!
Victory is mine.
Well, hey. There you are.
Huh? Where did you come from?
I come from Radiator Springs.
(BLOWING RASPBERRY)
(SCREAMING ANGRILY)
You cannot defeat me!
I can, too.
Cannot!
Can, too.
Cannot!
Can, too! Can, too! Can, too!
Cannot, cannot, cannot!
Can, too! Can, too! Can, too!
Stop saying that!
(SCREAMING)
I win.
No!
I'm stock!
(ALL LAUGHING)
(SOBBING)
(JAPANESE POP MUSIC PLAYING)
MATER: And that's how I become Tokyo Mater, King of all the Drifters.
McQUEEN: What?
Mater, that did not happen.
Oh, yeah? Says you.
Modify!
Look at me! I'm modified!
(MIMICKING REVVING)
(MIMICKING TIRE SCREECHING)
(MIMICKING REVVING)
(MATER MIMICS HISSING)
(MATER CHUCKLING)
(JAPANESE POP SONG PLAYING)