BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: Woody once risked his life to save me. I couldn't call myself his friend if I weren't willing to do the same. So who's with me?
MRS. POTATO HEAD: I'm packing you an extra pair of shoes and your angry eyes just in case.
BO PEEP: This is for Woody when you find him.
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: All right, but I don't think it'll mean the same coming from me.
WHEEZY: Mr. Buzz Lightyear, you just gotta save my pal Woody.
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: I'll do my best, son.
MR. POTATO HEAD: Okay, fellas. Let's roll.
REX: You'd think with all my video game experience, I'd be feeling more prepared.
SLINKY DOG: The idea is to let go.
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: We'll be back before Andy gets home.
MRS. POTATO HEAD: Don't talk to any toy you don't know!
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: To Al's Toy Barn and beyond!
JESSIE: They don't call this the old abandoned mine for nothin', Prospector. I reckon we oughta get outta here.
PROSPECTOR: Where's my gold? Hold on. I'll light me a candle. This sure is a fast-burnin' wick. Blast us to smithereens!
JESSIE: That there's dynamite! Holy tarnation. I'll call for help. Hey, critters, go get Sheriff Woody. Now scurry!
WOODY: Good job, Bullseye. I reckon the new schoolhouse is finally done. What's that? Jessie and Prospector are trapped in the old abandoned mine, and Prospector just lit a stick of dynamite thinkin' it was a candle, and now they're about to be blown to smithereens? Ride like the wind, Bullseye!
PROSPECTOR: You're fannin' the flames, Jessie! It takes brains to put out that fire. My biscuits are burnin'!
TV NARATOR: Will Woody and Bullseye land to safety? Can they reach Jessie and Stinky Pete in time? Tune in next week for the exciting conclusion, "Woody's Finest Hour."
WOODY: All right! All right! Next tape! Hey, wait. What happened? What happens next? Come on! Let's see the next episode!
PROSPECTOR: That's it.
PROSPECTOR: The show was cancelled after that.
WOODY: Wait. What about the gold mine and the cute little critters and the dynamite? That was a great show! I mean, why cancel it?
PROSPECTOR: Two words, Sput-nik. Once the astronauts went up, children only wanted to play with space toys.
WOODY: I know how that feels. But, still, my own show. I mean, look at all this stuff!
JESSIE: Didn't you know? Why, you're valuable property?!
WOODY: I wish the guys could see this.
WOODY: That's me. I'm on a yo-yo. Oh, hey. Nice teeth. And yet still a good-lookin' guy. Oh, it's a bank! Cool. What do you do? You push the hat, and out... Oh, out come bubbles. Clever. Oh, wow. Hey, what's this thing do? I get it. "There's a snake in my boot." Oh, hey, Bullseye. Go long! Go long! A record player! I haven't seen one of these in ages. Okay, now. Slow.
JESSIE: Oh, that's funny, Bullseye.
WOODY: Hop on, cowgirl! Think fast! Not bad. It's time for Woody's Roundup He's the very best He's the rootin'est tootin'est cowboy...
JESSIE: Look at us! We're a complete set!
PROSPECTOR: Now it's on to the museum.
WOODY: Museum? What museum?
PROSPECTOR: The museum. We're being sold to the Konishi Toy Museum in Tokyo.
JWSSIE: That's in Japan!
WOODY: Japan? No, no. I can't go to Japan.
JESSIE: What do you mean?
WOODY: I got to get back home to my owner, Andy. Hey, look, look. See?
JESSIE: He still has an owner.
PROSPECTOR: Oh, my goodness.
JESSIE: No. Can't go. I can't do storage again. I just can't!
PROSPECTOR: Jessie. Jessie.
JESSIE: I won't go back in the dark!
WOODY: What's the matter? What's wrong with her?
PROSPECTOR: Well, we've been in storage for a long time waiting for you.
WOODY: Why me?
PROSPECTOR: The museum's only interested in the collection if you're in it, Woody. Without you, we go back into storage. It's that simple.
JESSIE: It's not fair! How can you do this to us?
WOODY: Hey, look. I'm sorry, but this is all a big mistake. You see, I was in this yard sale...
PROSPECTOR: Yard sale? Why were you in a yard sale if you have an owner?
WOODY: Well, I wasn't supposed to be there. I was trying to save another toy when...
PROSPECTOR: Was it because you're damaged? Did this Andy break you?
WOODY: Yeah, but. No, no! It was... It was an accident.
JESSIE: I mean... Sounds like he really loves you.
WOODY: It's not like that, okay? And I'm not going to any museum!
JESSIE: Well, I'm not going back into storage!
PROSPECTOR: Al's coming! Go! Go on, Jessie. Jessie, look at me. I promise you'll come out of the box. Now go! Go!
AL MCWHIGGIN: It's show time! Oh, money, baby. Money, money, money. And now the main attraction. No! His arm! Where's his arm? No. No, no, no, no! What am I gonna do? I know. I know. Come on! Come on! Come on! Pick up the phone! Hello? It's me. It's Al. I got an emergency. I'm busy. Yes, we're all busy. Look. It has to be tonight. All right. All right. But first thing in the morning.
WOODY: It's gone! I can't believe it! My arm is completely gone!
PROSPECTOR: All right. Come here. Let me see that. Oh, it's just a popped seam, easily repaired. You should consider yourself lucky. WOODY: Lucky? Are you shrink-wrapped? I am missing my arm!
JESSIE: Big deal. Let him go. I'm sure his precious Andy is dying to play with a one-armed cowboy doll.
PROSPECTOR: Why, Jessie, you know he wouldn't last an hour on the streets in his condition. It's a dangerous world out there for a toy.
HAMM: All right. Nobody look till I get my cork back in.
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: Good work, men. Two blocks down and only 19 more to go.
REX: What? Nineteen?
MR. POTATO HEAD: Are we gonna do this all night? My parts are killing me.
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: Come on, fellas. Did Woody give up when Sid had me strapped to a rocket?