Sulley: Mike, that's not her door.
Mike: What are you talking about? Of course it's her door. It's her door.
Sulley: No. Her door was white and it had flowers on it.
Mike: No. It must've dark last night because this is its door.
[opens the door. A bright light and polka music emanate from the room]
Mike: [to Boo] You hear that? Sounds like fun in there. Well, see ya kid. Send me a postcard. That's Mike Wazowski, care of 22 Mike Wazowsi-You-Got-Your-Life-Back-Lane.
Boo: Mowki Kowski.
Mike: Very good. Now bon voyage. See ya.
[waves a stick in front of Boo as if she were a dog]
Mike: Look at the stick. See the stick?
[throws the stick through the door]
Mike: Go get the stick. Go fetch.