SARGE: Sir, yes, sir! Red alert! All civilians fall in position now! Single file! Let's move, move, move!
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: Hamm? Here. Potato Head, Mr. and Mrs.? Here. Troikas. Check, check, check, check, check.
REX: I hate yard sales! Someone's coming!
ANDY'S MOM: Okay. Let's see what's up here.
WHEEZY: Bye, Woody.
WOODY: Wheezy! Think, think, Woody. Think, think, think. Hey. Here, boy. Here, Buster! Up here! No, no, no, no, no, no! Okay, boy. To the yard sale!
BO PEEP: What's goin' on?
SLINKY DOG: He's nuts. His arm ain't that bad.
REX: Don't do it, Woody! We love you! WOODY: Careful on the steps, now. Okay, boy. Let's go. And keep it casual. Not that casual.
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: Piggy bank coming through, coming through.
REX: Is he out there?
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: There he is.
SLINKY DOG: He's getting in the box!
HAMM: He's sellin' himself for 25 cents!
SLINKY DOG: Woody, you're worth more than that.
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: Hold on. Hold on. He's got something. It's Wheezy!
REX: Hey, it's not suicide. It's a rescue.
WOODY: Good boy, Buster. Hold still. There. There you go, pal.
WHEEZY: Bless you, Woody.
WOODY: All right, now. Back to Andy's room. Way to go, cowboy.
HAMM: Golly bob howdy!
WHEEZY: Woody, I'm slipping!
GIRL: Mommy... Mommy, look! Look at this! Mommy, look! It's a cowboy dolly!
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: Hey, that's not her toy!
REX: What's that little gal think she's doin'?
GIRL: Mommy, Mommy, can we get it? Please? Mommy, please?
GIRL'S MOM: Oh, honey. You don't want that toy. It's broken. There's a snake in my boot.
AL MCWHIGGIN: Original hand-painted face. Natural-dyed, blanket-stitched vest! Little rip. Fixable. Oh, if only you had your hand-stitched, polyvinyl. A hat! I found him! I found him! I found him!
ANDY'S MOM: Buster! Quiet down! Excuse me. Can I help you?
AL MCWHIGGIN: I'll give you 50 cents for all this junk.
ANDY'S MOM: Oh, now, how did this get down here?
SLINKY DOG: Hand her the sheriff.
AL MCWHIGGIN: Nice and easy. $5
ANDY'S MOM: I'm sorry. It's an old family toy.
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: Now just walk away.
AL MCWHIGGIN: Wait.
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: The other way.
AL MCWHIGGIN: I'll give you 50 bucks for it.
MR. POTATO HEAD: 50 bucks ain't bad.
ANDY'S MOM: It's not for sale.
AL MCWHIGGIN: Everything's for sale. Or trade. You like my watch?
ANDY'S MOM: Sorry.
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: He's safe. Way to go Andy's mom! She showed him!
ANDY'S MOM: Molly, don't touch that, sweetie.
AL MCWHIGGIN: Yeah.
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: Go home, Mr. Fancy Car.
AL MCWHIGGIN: Hold on.
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: What's up?
HAMM: What is it, Buzz? What's happening?
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: What's he doing?
REX: I can't watch! Can someone cover my eyes?
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: He's stealing Woody!
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: He can't take Woody. It's illegal. Where's he going?
MR. POTATO HEAD: Do something. Buzz!
REX: Get him, Buzz.
ANDY'S MOM: Where's the red jacket?
BO PEEP: Why would someone steal Woody?
HAMM: All right. Let's review this one more time. At precisely 8:32-ish, Exhibit A, Woody, was kidnapped. Exhibit B, a composite sketch of the kidnapper.
BO PEEP: He didn't have a beard like that.
HAMM: Fine. Etch, give him a shave.
REX: The kidnapper was bigger than that.
HAMM: Oh, picky, picky, picky.
MR. POTATO HEAD: Let's just go straight to Exhibit F. The kidnapper's vehicle. Now, the vehicle fled the scene in this direction.
HAMM: Your eyes are in backwards. It went the other way.
MR. POTATO HEAD: Hey. Put a cork in it.
REX: How do you spell FBI?
HAMM: My crime scene!
MR. POTATO HEAD: Oh, why don't you watch where you're going, Godspilla?
REX: I didn't know there was a crime scene.
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: Excuse me. Excuse me. A little quiet, please. Thank you.
Lousy try, Brian. What are you doing, Buzz? It's some sort of message encoded on that vehicle's I.D. tag. Liz try bran.
MR. POTATO HEAD: It's just a licence plate. It's just a jumble of letters.
HAMM: Yeah, and there are about 3.5 million registered cars in the tri-county area alone. Lou's thigh burn.
MR. POTATO HEAD: Oh, this can't help. Let's leave Buzz to play with his toys.
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: Toy. Toy. Toy. Hold on! Al's Toy Barn. Al's Toy Barn! Etch, draw that man in a chicken suit.
REX: It's the chicken man!
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: That's our guy.
HAMM: I knew there was something I didn't like about that chicken.
AL MCWHIGGIN: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll be right there. And we're gonna do this commercial in one take, do you hear me, because I am in the middle of something really important. You, my little cowboy friend, are gonna make me big buck, buck, bucks.
AL MCWHIGGIN: I can't believe I have to drive all the way to work on a Saturday. All the way to work!
WOODY: What? Whoa! Hey! Stop! Horsey, stop! Stop! Sit, boy! Stop it! Sit, I said! Whoa! Whoa.
JESSIE: Yee-haw! It's you! It's you! It's you! It's you! It's you! It's really you!
WOODY: What's me?
JESSIE: It is you!
WOODY: Please stop saying that.
JESSIE: Prospector said someday you'd come. Sweet mother of Abraham Lincoln! The Prospector! He'll wanna meet ya! Say "hello" to the Prospector!