Buzz Lightyear: Buzz, are you coming? Buzz Lightyear #2: No, I... I have a lot of catching up to do with my dad. [Buzz throws the ball back to Zurg; it hits him on the head] Emperor Zurg: Good throw, son. That's my boy! Go long, Buzzy! [throws Buzz a...
Buzz Lightyear #2: Oh no, the walls are closing in! [grabs Mr. Potato head and mounts him aganist the celing of the vent] Buzz Lightyear #2: Quick, help me prop up Vegetable man here or we're done for! Mr. Potato Head: Hey! Put me down you moron! Rex...
Woody: [Woody is trying to find directions to Andy's house on Bonnie's mother's computer. Suddenly a chat window pops up, and Woody reads the username of its sender] Who's "Velocistar237"...? Trixie: [knocks Woody aside and starts typing frantically]...
[last lines] [while Buzz and Totoro try to repair a cardboard spaceship, Jessie starts playing Spanish music. As a result, Buzz starts involuntarily dancing, and grabs Jessie into his arms] Buzz Lightyear: [chuckles] I, uh, I have no idea what came o...
Ken: Barbie, come with me! Live in my Dream House! I know it's crazy! I know we've just met! Aw, heck - you don't know me from GI Joe. But when I look at you I feel like we were... Ken, Barbie: ...made for each other. Ken, Barbie: [gasp] [Jessie an...
Woody: You wait. Andy's gonna tuck us in the attic. It'll be safe and warm... Buzz Lightyear: And we'll all be together. Woody: Exactly! There's games up there and books and... Buzz Lightyear: The race car track! Woody: The race car track. Thank you!...
Ben Bradlee: Where's the goddamn story? Bob Woodward: The money's the key to whatever this is. Ben Bradlee: Says who? Howard Simons: Deep Throat. Ben Bradlee: Who? Howard Simons: Oh, that's Woodward's garage freak; his source in the executive departm...
By the yard, life is hard. By the inch, it's a cinch.
Life is half spent before one knows what life is.
Life is a gift for which we pay dearly.
The past is just a story we tell ourselves.
Everyone's got a different story.
The story is uneven in its progression.
There are no truths, only stories.
My best stories come out of nowhere, with no concern for form at all.
If we don't tell our own stories, no one else will.
It takes more drawing to tell a story in pantomime.
If loneliness is the disease, the story is the cure.
A story is told as much by silence as by speech.
We're all stories, in the end.
When I don't have a story to tell, I'm a terror to live with.
