Buzz Lightyear: Quiet, musical hog!
Jessie: Buzz! Mind if I squeeze in next to you?
Buzz Lightyear: Yes. No! I mean, w-w-why-why would I mind squee-squeezing next to you? - Is it hot in here?
Barbie: Authority should derive from the consent of the governed, not from threat of force!
Buzz Lightyear: We're going in the attic now, folks. Keep your accessories with you at all times. Spare parts, batteries, anything you need for an orderly transition.
Jessie: Woody, we were wrong to leave Andy. I - I was wrong...
Mr. Potato Head: Jessie's right, Woody. She was wrong.
Woody: You'll be okay in the attic?
Jessie: Of course I will... Besides, I know about Buzz's Spanish Mode.
Buzz Lightyear: My what?
Jessie: Buzz! We're your friends!
Buzz Lightyear: Spare me your lies, temptress! Your emperor's defeated, and I'm immune to your bewitching good looks.
Andy: [taking a last look at his toys before he heads off to college.] Thanks, guys.
Andy: Now Woody, he's been my pal for as long as I can remember. He's brave, like a cowboy should be. And kind, and smart. But the thing that makes Woody special, is he'll never give up on you... Ever. He'll be there for you, no matter what.
Mr. Pricklepants: Sunnyside is a place of ruin and despair, ruled by an evil bear who smells of strawberries!
Mr. Potato Head: I told you kids to stay out of my butt!
Soldier: Let's face it. When the trash bags come out, we army guys are the first to go.
Buzz Lightyear: Trash bags?
Woody: Who said anything about trash bags?
Sergeant: It has been an honor serving with you. Good luck, folks.
Soldier: You're gonna need it!
Ken: And this... Well, this is where I live. It's got a disco, it's got a dune buggy, and a whole room just for trying on clothes.
Buzz Lightyear: Hold on, this is time to panic.
Hamm the Piggy Bank: This is the perfect time to panic!
Rex the Green Dinosaur: Should we be PANICKING?
Slinky Dog: No!
Mr. Potato Head: Yes!
Buzz Lightyear: Maybe! But not right now!
Hamm the Piggy Bank: C'mon. Let's go see how much we're going for on eBay.
Buzz Lightyear: You can't hit each other, that's my job!
Answer: He was so angry at his owner for replacing him that he chose to take his rage out on other toys.
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