What chance does a toy like me have against a Buzz Lightyear action figure?

Woody

Mr. Potato Head: Oh, really? Well, I'm from Playskool.
Rex: And I'm from Mattel. Well, actually I'm from a smaller company that was purchased by Mattel in a leveraged buyout.

That wasn't flying! That was... falling with style!

Woody

Woody: Buzz, you've got wings! You glow in the dark! You talk! Your helmet does that, that... *whoosh* thing! You are a cool toy!
[loses steam]
Woody: As a matter of fact, you're *too* cool.

Woody: Sergeant, establish a recon post downstairs. Code Red. You know what to do.
Sergeant: Yes, sir! All right, men! We're at Code Red! Repeat, Code Red! Recon plan Charlie: Execute! Let's move, move, move!

Buzz: I'm Buzz Lightyear. I come in peace.
Rex: Oh, I'm so glad you're not a dinosaur!

Woody: [trying to get Buzz into Molly's stroller] It's a special spaceship, I just saw it.
Buzz: You mean it has hyperdrive?
Woody: Hyperactive hyperdrive, and astro... uh... turf.

Ages three and up! It's on my box! Ages three and up! I'm not supposed to be babysitting Princess Drool!

Mr. Potato Head

Woody: Hey, Etch... Draw!
[Etch draws a picture of a gun]
Woody: D'oh! Got me again! Fastest knobs in the west!

Mr. Potato Head: How did I get stuck with you as a moving buddy?
Rex: Everyone else was picked.

Buzz: Do you know these life forms?
Woody: Yes, they're Andy's toys.

Hamm: Wow. Impressive wingspan. Very good.
Woody: Oh, what? What? These are plastic. He can't fly.
Buzz: They are a terillium-carbonic alloy, and I can fly.
Woody: No, you can't.
Buzz: Yes, I can.
Woody: Can't.
Buzz: Can.
Woody: Can't, can't, ca-an't.
Buzz: I tell you, I could fly around this room with my eyes closed.
Woody: Okay, Mr. Lightbeer, prove it.
Buzz: All right then, I will.

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