This is how McQueen lashes out at Mater, at Tokyo Airport where they meet Finn McMissile, the escape and chase through the airfield and Mater's letter goes in Ryan's, Thomas' and Crash's Adventures of Cars 2.
(The camera then shows McQueen, Francesco and Carla on the podium as they get interviewed.)
Photographer: Francesco!
Darrell Waltrip: Francesco, over here. Hey, what was your strategy today?
Francesco Bernoulli: Strategia? Francesco needs-a no strategy! It's-a very simple. You start the race, wait for Lightning McQueen to choke, pass him, then win. Francesco always-a wins. It's-a boring.
Darrell Waltrip: I gotta tell you, dude, you were in trouble for a while. That dirt track section had you crawling.
Francesco Bernoulli: To truly crush one's dream, you must first raise their hopes very high.
(While Francesco and Darrell are talking, McQueen feels unhappy, then he notices Mater coming back to the pits. With no one noticing him, McQueen leaves and arrives in the pits, after Mater takes his headset off.)
Lightning McQueen: Mater!
Mater: Hey, McQueen! What happened? Is the race over? You won, right?
Lightning McQueen: Mater, why were you yelling things at me while I was racing?
Mater: Yelling? Oh, you thought... Oh, that's funny right there. No, see, that's 'cause I seen these two fellers doing some sort of karate street performance. It was nutso. One of 'em even had a flame-thrower.
Lightning McQueen: A flame-thrower? What are you talking about? I... I don't understand. Where were you?
Mater: Going to meet my date.
Lightning McQueen: Your date?
Mater: She started talkin' to me as a voice in my head, tellin' me where to go.
Lightning McQueen: What?!
Mater: Wait a minute. I didn't screw ya up, did I?
Lightning McQueen: I lost the race because of you!
Mater: Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.
Lightning McQueen: An imaginary girlfriend?! Flame-throwers?! This is exactly why I don't bring you along to these things!
Mater: Maybe if I, I don't know, talk to somebody and explained what happened, I could help.
Lightning McQueen: I don't need your help! I don't want your help! (drives away)