Stinky Pete the Prospector: How long will it last, Woody? Do you really think Andy is going to take you to college, or on his honeymoon? Andy's growing up, and there's nothing you can do about it. It's your choice, Woody. You can go back, or you can stay with us and last forever. You'll be adored by children for generations.
Woody: [pets Bullseye the Horse, then suddenly decides to stay] Who am I to break up the Roundup Gang?

Buzz: This is no time to panic.
Woody: This is a perfect time to panic!

Rex: ROAR!
Woody: Oh, how ya doin', Rex.
Rex: Were you scared? Tell me honestly.
Woody: I was very close to being scared that time.
Rex: I was going for fearsome, but I don't think I'm coming across. I'm afraid I'm just coming off as annoying.

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

Slinky Dog

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.

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

Woody: What happened to you?
Buzz: One minute you're defending the whole galaxy, and, suddenly, you find yourself sucking down Darjeeling with Marie Antoinette... and her little sister.

That's *Mister* Potato Head to you, you back stabbing murderer!

Mr. Potato Head

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

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

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: [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.

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