Woody: What chance does a toy like me have against a Buzz
Lightyear action figure?
Rex: I'm from Mattel. Well, actually I'm from a smaller
company that was purchased by Mattel in a leveraged buyout.
Buzz Lightyear: I can fly! Woody: That wasn't flying, that
was falling with style!
Buzz Lightyear: You are a sad, strange, little man. You
have my pity. Farewell.
Mr. Potato Head: How come you don't have a laser, Woody?
Woody: It's not a laser! It's a little light that blinks!
Hamm: What's wrong with him? Mr. Potato Head: Laser envy.
[Mr. Potato Head rearranges his facial features crazily.]
Mr. Potato Head: Look I'm Picasso. Hamm: I don't get it.
Mr. Potato Head: You uncultured swine!
Buzz: I've set my laser from stun to kill. Woody: Oh, great!
If anyone attacks we can blink em' to death!
Buzz: To infinity, and beyond!
[Mr. Potato Head watches hopefully as Andy open birthday
presents.] Mr. Potato Head: Please let it be a Mrs. Potato
Head, Mrs. Potato Head, Mrs. Potato Head, Mrs... Hey, I
can dream can't I?
Mr Potato Head: What, did you take Stupid Pills this morning?
[Preparing for the toy mutiny.] Woody: Wind the frog!
Woody: Wait a minute, I just lit a rocket... rockets explode!
AAHH!!
Woody: Tuesday's plastic corrosion awareness meeting was
a big success.
Hamm: Yes sir, we're next month's garage sale fodder for
sure.
Woody: Look, we're all very impressed with Andy's new toy.
Buzz: Toy? Woody: T-O-Y, toy. Buzz: Excuse me, I think the
word you're searching for is "space ranger". Woody: The
word I'm searching for, I can't say, because there's preschool
toys present.
Buzz: I just want you to know that even though you tried
to terminate me, revenge is not an idea we promote on my
planet. Woody: Oh. Well, that's good. Buzz: But we're not
on my planet, are we?
