Priest: I don't want to hear it. No more horror stories. Commoner: They are common stories these days. I even heard that the demon living here in Rashômon fled in fear of the ferocity of man.
Buzz Lightyear: I'll never give in. You killed my father! Emperor Zurg: No, Buzz. I *am* your father! Buzz Lightyear: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Woody: Your'e right, Prospector. I can't stop Andy from growing up... but I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Mrs. Potato Head: [to Mr. Potato Head] I'm packing your extra pair of shoes, and your angry eyes just in case.
Tour guide Barbie: And this is the Buzz Lightyear aisle. Back in 1995, short-sighted retailers did not order enough dolls to meet demand.
Hamm: Where did you get the cool belt, Buzz? Buzz Lightyear #2: Well, slotted pig, they're standard issue.
[Buzz is driving a pizza truck; Hamm is reading the owner's manual] Ham: I seriously doubt he's getting this kind of mileage.
[Buster the dog is barking and trying to leave Andy's room] Slinky: Ah, this fella says he needs to go out back for a little private time?
[Hamm's cork has popped out and there is change all over the sidewalk] Hamm: All right, nobody look till I get my cork back in.
Jessie: You callin' me a liar? Woody: Well, if the boot fits... Jessie: [adjusting her hat] Say that again. Woody: [slowly] If the boot-tuh fits!
Woody: I have no choice, Buzz. This is my only chance. Buzz Lightyear: To do what? Watch kids from behind glass and never be loved again? Some life.
Buzz Lightyear #2: [thinks the approaching elevator is walls closing in] Quick! Help me prop up Vegetable Man, or we're done for!
Rex: [as Al drives off] How are we going to get him now? Mr. Potato Head: Pizza, anyone? [camera pans to reveal the Pizza Planet delivery truck]
Wheezy: What's the point of prolonging the inevitable? We're all just one stitch away from here... [points to yard sale] Wheezy: ...to there.
Mrs. Potato Head: [Molly tosses Barbie into the "Sunnyside" box without caring] Poor Barbie! Hamm the Piggy Bank: I get the Corvette.
Jessie: Woody, we were wrong to leave Andy. I - I was wrong... Mr. Potato Head: Jessie's right, Woody. She was wrong.
Mrs. Potato Head: You saved our lives! Mr. Potato Head: And *we* are eternally grateful! [hugs the aliens] Mr. Potato Head: My boys! Aliens: Daaaaaady!
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.
Andy: Molly! Stay out of my room! Molly: I wasn't in your room! Andy: Then who was messing with my stuff?
I didn't finish the stories until we went to the Philippines and I got malaria. I couldn't work and I didn't have any money, but I had seven stories. So I wrote three or four more.
All human beings have an innate need to hear and tell stories and to have a story to live by. religion, whatever else it has done, has provided one of the main ways of meeting this abiding need.
