Hank didn't move. "No."
McQueen blinked. "You… watched?"
"No?"
Hank began to pull, slowly, gently. The stars came out overhead.
"MACK!" McQueen shouted.
"I said it's about the principle." Hank’s single eye (his left headlight) softened. "You raced tonight. The big race. The Dinoco 400."
