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