汽车总动员台词

汽车总动员的台词

Filmore: [looking at a stoplight blinking yellow] I'm tellin' you, man, every third blink is slower.
Sarge: The '60s weren't good to you, were they?
Rusty Rust-eze: Winter is a grand old time. / On this, there are no if's or but's. / But remember, all that salt and grime. / Can rust your bolts and freeze your...
Voice: [voice in crowd] Hey, look, there he is!
Lightning McQueen: I'm a precision instrument of speed and aerodynamics.
Mater: You hurt your what?
Lightning McQueen: I create feelings in others that they themselves don't understand.
Mater: What's your name?
Lightning McQueen: You... you don't know my name?
Mater: No, uh... no, I know your name. Is your name Mater too?
[repeated line]
[Sarge is raising the flag while playing "Reveille" and Filmore is playing Jimi Hendrix's "Star Spangled Banner" too loud next door]
Sarge: Will you turn that disrespectful junk OFF!
Filmore: Respect the classics, man!
[McQueen is going to surprise Sally with his new look]
Mater: Here she comes!
Lightning McQueen: Okay, places everybody! Hurry! Act natural.
[McQueen hides and everybody else gets in a perfectly straight line as Sally approaches]
Mater, Ramone, Flo, Luigi, Sarge, Filmore: [all at the same time] Hi, Sally!
Sally: Alright, what's going on?
Darrell Cartrip: Boogity Boogity Boogity, boys! Let's go racin'!
[last lines]
[to Van]
Minny: Oh, for the love of Chrysler! Can we please ask someone for directions?
Van: [deranged] No! there's an on-ramp close! I KNOW it! I can FEEL it! Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Lightning McQueen: Turn right to go left! Guess what? I tried it, and you know what, this crazy thing happened - I went right!
Lizzie: You keep talkin' to yourself, people will think you're crazy.
Lightning McQueen: [sarcastically] Thanks for the tip!
Lizzie: Uh - what? I wasn't talking to you!
Darrell Cartrip: Boogity Boogity Boogity! Let's go racin'!
Mater: Git-R-Done!
Mater: McQueen and Sally parked beneath the tree / K-I-S-somethin'-somethin'-somethin'-T.
Mater: Maybe I should've uh... hooked him up to Bessie... and *then* uh... then took the boot off.
Dusty Rust-eze: Thanks to you, Lightning, we had a banner year!
Rusty Rust-eze: I mean, we might even clear enough to buy you some headlights!
Dusty Rust-eze: Are you saying he doesn't have headlights?
Rusty Rust-eze: That's what I'm tellin' ya - it's just stickers!
Lightning McQueen: [bored] Well, you know, racecars don't need headlights, because the track is always lit.
Dusty Rust-eze: Well, so is my brother, but he still needs headlights!
Michael Schumacher Ferrari: Tchau. Hi. Lightning McQueen told me this was the best place in the world to get tires. How about setting me and my friends up with three, four sets each?
Luigi: Aah! Guido! There is a real Michael Schumacher Ferrari in my store! A real Ferrari! Punch me, Guido! Punch me in the face! This is the most glorious day of my life!
[Luigi fai

nts and tips over]
Michael Schumacher Ferrari: Wow.
[in Italian]
Michael Schumacher Ferrari: Spero che il tuo amico si riprenda. Mi dicono che siete fantastici.
[I hope that your friend recovers. I was told that you are fantastic]
Michael Schumacher Ferrari: [Guido faints and tips over]
The King: Hey buddy. You're one gutsy racer.
Lightning McQueen: Oh, hey, Mr. The King.
The King: You got more talent in one lugnut than a lot of cars has got on their whole body.
Lightning McQueen: Really? Oh, that...
The King: But you're stupid.
Lightning McQueen: Excuse me?
Harv: 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.
Marco: Hey! No admittance without a garage pass!
Fred: Oh, it's OK! Lightning McQueen knows me!
Mario Andretti: [approaching] Hey, Marco! Lovely day for a race, isn't it?
Marco: Absolutely, Mr. Andretti!
Mario Andretti: And good morning to you, uh...
[glances at Fred's license plate]
Mario Andretti: Fred.
Fred: AHH! Mario Andretti knows my name! You have to let me in now!
Marco: Sorry, buddy.
Lightning McQueen: I'm serious! He's got three Piston Cups!
Mater: [spits out fuel] He did WHAT in his cup?
[first lines]
Lightning McQueen: Okay. Here we go. Focus. Speed. I am speed. One winner. 42 losers. I eat losers for breakfast. Breakfast? Maybe I should have had breakfast? Brekkie could be good for me. No no no. Focus. Speed. Faster than fast, quicker than quick. I am Lightning.
Mater: When I say go, we go. But don't let Frank catch yeh. Go!
[speeds off]
Woody Car: [in a parody of Toy Story] YOU ARE A TOY!... CAR!
Buzz Lightyear Car: You are a sad strange little wagon, and you have my pity. Farewell!
[tractors have stampeded the town]
Sheriff: MATER!
Mater: I wasn't tractor tippin'!
Sheriff: Then where'd all these gaw-dang tractors come from?
Voice: [as Lightning stands in front of the silent crowd] Freebird!
Lightning McQueen: I'm a very famous race car!
Luigi: You are famous race car? A real race car?
Lightning McQueen: Yes, I'm a real race car, what do you think, look at me.
Luigi: I have followed racing my entire life, my whole life!
Lightning McQueen: Then you know who I am, I am Lightning McQueen.
Luigi: Lightning McQueen!
Lightning McQueen: Yes! Yes!
Luigi: I must scream it to the world, my excitement from the top of someplace very high. Do you know many Ferraris?
Lightning McQueen: No, no, no, they race on the European circuit, I'm in the Piston cup.
[Luigi and Guido frown at McQueen]
Lightning McQueen: What?
Luigi: Luigi follow only the Ferrari's
Lightning McQueen: All right Luigi, give me the best set of blackwalls you've got.
Luigi: No, no, no! You don't know what you want! Luigi know what you want. Blackwall tires, they blend into the pavement, but these white wall tires, they sa

y look at me, here I am, love me.
Lightning McQueen: All right, you're the expert. Oh, and don't forget the spare.
Luigi: Perfecto. Guido!
Guido: Pit Stop!
Luigi: He ha ha, what did Luigi tell you, eh?
Lightning McQueen: Wow, you were right, better then a Ferrari, huh?
Luigi: Eh, no.
[repeated line]
Guido: Pit stop?
Luigi: My friend Guido, he always dream of giving a real racecar a pit stop.
Guido: Pit stop?
Lightning McQueen: Hey, it's only one lap, guys. Uno lappo. don't need any help. I work solo mio.
Luigi: Fine. Race your own way.
[Leaves; Guido stays]
Lightning McQueen: No pit stoppo. Comprende?
Guido: Okay.
[Leaves]
Mack: What? Did I forget to wipe my mudflaps?
Lightning McQueen: I need to get to California pronto. Where am I?
Mater: Where are ya? Shoot! You're in Radiator Springs, the cutest little town in Carburetor County.
Luigi: On your marks, get set... uno for the money, due for the show, tre to get ready, and quattro to... I can't believe it... go!
Mater: [Out tractor tipping] I tell you what, buddy, it just don't get better than this.
Lightning McQueen: Yep, you're living the dream, Mater boy.
[Red is in the way of Lizzie's view of Lightning McQueen]
Lizzie: Red, will you move over? I want to get a look at that sexy hotrod.
Harv: It is such an honor to be your agent that it almost hurts me to take ten percent of your winnings. And merchandising. And ancillary rights in perpetuity. Anyway, what a race, huh, champ? Uh, didn't see it, but I heard you were great.
Sally: Do you want to stay at the Cozy Cone or what?
Lightning McQueen: Huh?
Sally: I mean, if you do, you gotta be clean, because even here, in hillbilly hell, we have standards.
Sheriff: Mater! What did I tell you about talking to the accused?
Mater: To not to.
Mater: You know, I once knew this girl Doreen. Good-looking girl. Looked just like a Jaguar, only she was a truck! You know, I used to crash into her just so I could spoke to her.
Lightning McQueen: What... are you talking about?
Mater: I dunno.
Lightning McQueen: I thought you said you'd never come back.
Doc Hudson: Well, I really didn't have a choice. Mater didn't get to say goodbye.
Mater: GOODBYE! Ok, I'm good.
Mia: I'm Mia!
Tia: I'm Tia!
Mia, Tia: We're like your biggest fans!
[they flash their headlights at him]
Mia, Tia: Ka-chow!
Lightning McQueen: Oh, I love being me.
Jay Limo: I don't know what's harder to find: Lightning McQueen, or a crew chief who'll work with him.
Filmore: Fly away, Stanley. Be free!
Lightning McQueen: Mack, thanks for being my pit crew today.
Mack: Ah, don't worry about it kid. It's the least I could do. After all, gas-can is my middle name.
Lightning McQueen: It is?