AL MCWHIGGIN: I swear. What? Get in there. There you go. Cheap case. Where is the remote? Where is the remote? Why don't I put it in the same place every... Oh, here it is.
WOODY: What is your problem? Look, I'm sorry I can't help you guys out. Really, I am. But you didn't have to go and pull a stunt like that.
JESSIE: What? You think I did that?
WOODY: Oh, right, right. The TV just happened to turn on, and the remote magically ended up in front of you!
JESSIE: You calling me a liar?
WOODY: Well, if the boot fits.
JESSIE: Say that again.
WOODY: If the boot fits.
JESSIE: Okay, cowboy. How do you like that? Take it back! Take it back!
WOODY: Don't think just 'cause you're a girl, I'm gonna take it easy on you.
PROSPECTOR: Jessie, Woody, you stop this at once. I don't know how that television turned on, but fighting about it isn't helping anything.
WOODY: If I had both my arms.
PROSPECTOR: The fact is, you don't, Woody, so I suggest you just wait until morning. The cleaner will come, fix your arm.
WOODY: And then I'm outta here! Oh, no, no. Bullseye, don't take it that way.
JESSIE: It's just that Andy... Andy, Andy, Andy. That's all he ever talks about.
HAMM: Hey, Buzz, can we slow down? May I remind you that some of us are carrying over $6 in change?
REX: Losing health units. Must rest.
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: Is everyone present and accounted for?
MR. POTATO HEAD: Not quite everyone.
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: Who's behind?
SLINKY DOG: Mine.
HAMM: Hey, guys. Why do the toys cross the road?
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: Not now, Hamm.
REX: Oh, I love riddles.
HAMM: Why? To get to the chicken on the other side! The chicken!
REX: Oh, well. We tried.
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: We'll have to cross.
ALL: What the.
MR. POTATO HEAD: You're not turning me into a mashed potato.
SLINKY DOG: I may not be a smart dog, but I know what roadkill is.
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: There must be a safe way. Okay. Here's our chance. Ready. Set. Go. Drop! Go! Drop! I said "drop"! Go! Drop. Go.
MR. POTATO HEAD: That went well.
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: Good job, troops. We're that much closer to Woody.
AL MCWHIGGIN: Oh, thank goodness you're here.
GERI THE CLEANER: Is the specimen ready for cleaning?
AL MCWHIGGIN: So, how long is this gonna take?
GERI THE CLEANER: You can't rush art.
SLINKY DOG: Oh, no. It's closed.
MR. POTATO HEAD: We're not preschool toys, Slinky. We can read.
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: All right. Let's go.
REX: But the sign says it's closed. No, no, no, no. All together. Now!
MR. POTATO HEAD: Whoa, Nelly! How are we going to find Woody in this place?
BUZZ LIGHTYEAR: Look for Al. We find Al, we find Woody. Now move out!
GERI THE CLEANER: There you go. He's for display only. You handle him too much, he's not gonna last.
AL MCWHIGGIN: It's amazing. You're a genius. He's just like new.