Pumpkin pit stop?

Okay!

Something about this just doesn't feel right.

Shouldn't we be swimming in a pool or something?

Looks like you took that turn a little too fast again.

Guess I'll give you a tow. You know, you really aren't too bright for a hot shot race car. I've had to tow you out of that same spot how many times now? Four? Five?

Some cars never learn.

No thanks, Master W.

I really don't want any more "cawwots". I know you like to feed them to me, but I could really go for some fish or zebra instead. Got any of that in the fridge?

Get up, Guido.

Sarge doesn't look too happy. He probably thinks you're slacking off...

How many times do I have to tell that boy?

We're chairs.

We are not tractors.

And this is not Radiator Springs!

I told you I'd win.

You may be a race car, but you're no match for my monster truck wheels out on the dirt track.