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: Well, you know, race cars don't need headlights, because the track is always lit.
Dusty Rust-eze: Well, so is my brother, but he still needs headlights!
Lightning McQueen: Look, Doc said when I finish, I could go. That was the deal.
Doc Hudson: The deal was you fix the road, not make it worse. Now, scrape it off! Start over again.
Lightning McQueen: Hey. Look, grandpa, I'm not a bulldozer. I'm a race car.
Doc Hudson: Hohoho. Is that right? Then, why don't we just have a little race - me and you?
Lightning McQueen: Hohoho. Me and you? Is that a joke?
Doc Hudson: If you win, you go and I fix the road. If I win, you do the road my way.
Sheriff: Doc, what're you doing?
Lightning McQueen: Hahaha. I don't mean to be rude here Doc, but you probably go 0-60 in like, what? 3.5 years?
Doc Hudson: Then I reckon you ain't got nothing to worry about.
Lightning McQueen: You know what, old timer? That's a wonderful idea. Let's race.