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: 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.

Buzz: How are you fixed for fuel? Are you still using fossil fuels, or have you discovered crystallic fusion?
Woody: Well, we have double-A's.

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

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.

I knew you were right all along, Woody. Never doubted you for a second.

Slinky Dog

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