Lightning McQueen: You know her?
Mater: She’s my fiancée.
Lightning McQueen: What?
Mater: I’m just kiddin’. She just likes me for my body.

Lightning McQueen: How does a Porsche wind up in a place like this?
Sally: I fell in love.
Lightning McQueen: Oh… Corvette?

Lightning McQueen: Don’t you know who that is? He’s the ‘Hudson Hornet’! He has three Piston Cup!
Mater: He did what in a cup?

Filmore: I’m tellin’ ya man, every third blink is slower.
Sarge: The sixties weren’t good to you, were they?

Mater: My name’s Mater.
Lightning McQueen: Mater?
Mater: Like tomater, but without the “tuh”.