At the beginning of the first Cars movie, Lightning McWilson is at the top of the world. He's the prize of the racing world, to the point where he's got groupies. Groupies that flash him.
It never really made sense that the cars' eyes were on their windshield, and not their headlights. Then again, I guess you have to have a place for the nipples.
You can spot more inappropriate innuendo on the highway.
That is straight-up a strip joint for cars, or at the very least an automobile Hooters. Apparently convertibles are more desirable in the Cars world, and I never, ever want to know why that is.
By the time the Sanderson Sisters get ressurrected in Hocus Pocus, they've been gone a while. They missed the moon landing, the Walkman and the point in time where an adult could say they "desire children" without being put on a government list.
But it's not like they're pedophiles. The sisters only want to eat the life essence of young people so that they can continue on living forever and continue feeding on the souls of prepubescent boys and girls. And who can say that thought has never crossed their mind?
The bus driver they're talking to however, is in a completely different headspace.
Please, dude. These ladies are in no way interested in the world's worst foursome, much less one without contraception. Next time, just point the way to the most helpless, delicious preteens available and keep your pervy comments to yourself.
Lotso might be one of the ruthless Disney villains. He may masquerade as some wise, fluffy Foghorn Leghorn type, but Lotso is so rude that he once popped the lips off of Mrs. Potato Head's face just because he didn't like what she was saying.
As you can imagine, Mr. Potato Head was none too happy about this.
There's gotta be a better way of phrasing that besides alluding to Hasbro-branded fellatio.