Rex: Mr. Lightyear, now I'm curious... what does a space ranger actually do?
Woody: He's not a space ran-*ger*! He doesn't fight evil or, or... shoot lasers or fly.
Buzz: Excuse me.
Buzz: [Buzz deploys his wings; all exclaim in excitement]
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: [scoffs] 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.