On screen:
Walt Disney Pictures.
Pixar.
Walt Disney Pictures presents a Pixar Animation Studios film Toy Story 2.
Gamma Quadrant. Sector 4.
Buzz Lightyear (B): Buzz Lightyear mission log. All signs point to
this planet as the location of Zurg's fortress but there seems to
be no sign of intelligent life anywhere.
Emperor Zurg (Z): Come to me, my prey.
B: To infinity and beyond!
Z: So, we meet again, Buzz Lightyear, for the last time.
B: Not today, Zurg!
Rex (R): Oh, no! No! No, no, no no.
B: Oh, you almost had him.
R: I'm never gonna defeat Zurg!
B: Sure, you will, Rex. In fact, you're a better Buzz than I am.
R: But look at my little arms! I can't press the 'fire' button and jump
at the same time!
Woody (W): Where is it? Where is it?
B: Uh, Woody?
W: Huh?
B & R: Ooh.
B: Hang on, cowboy! Woody, are you all right?
W: Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine, Buzz. Okay. Here's your list of things to
do while I'm gone. Batteries need to be changed. Toys in the bottom
of the chest need to be rotated. Oh, and make sure everyone attends
Mr. Spell's seminar on what to do if you or part of you is swallowed.
Okay? Okay. Good. Okay.
B: Woody, you haven't found your hat yet, have you?
W: No! And Andy's leaving for cowboy camp any minute, and I can't find it
anywhere!
B: Don't worry, Woody. In just a few hours, you'll be sitting around a
campfire with Andy making delicious, hot schmoes.
W: They're called s'mores, Buzz.
B: Right. Right. Of course. Has anyone found Woody's hat yet?
Sergeant: Keep looking, men. Dig deeper! Negatory. Still searching.
Hamm (H): The lawn gnome in the yard next door says it's not in the yard,
but he'll keep lookin'.
Bo Peep (BP): It's not in Molly's room. We've looked everywhere.
Mr. Potato Head (PH): I found it.
W: You found my hat?
PH: Your hat? No. The missus lost her earring. Oh, my little sweeet potato!
Mrs. Potato Head (MPH): Oh, you found it! Oh, it's so nice to have a big,
strong spud around the house. Ooh!
W: Oh, great. That's just great. This'll be the first year I miss cowboy
camp, all because of my stupid hat!
BP: Woody, look under your boot.
W: Don't be silly. My hat is not under my boot.
BP: Would you just look?
W: You see? No hat. Just the word 'Andy.'
BP: Uh-huh. And the boy who wrote that would take you to camp with him
with or without your hat.
W: I'm sorry, Bo. It's just that I've been lookin' forward to this all
year. It's my one time with just me and Andy.
BP: You're cute when you care.
W: Bo, not in front of Buzz.
BP: Let him look.
R: Miss Peep, your sheep!
Al: This is Al from Al's Toy Barn, and I'm sittin on good deals.
R: Whoa!
A: Ow! I think I'm feeling a deal hatching right now. Whoa! Let's see
what we got. We got boats for a buck. Beanies for a buck --
W: Rex, turn it off! Someone's gonna hear!
R: Which one is off?
A: Buck-buck-buck! And that's cheap-cheap-cheap! So hurry on down --
H: For cryin' out loud, it's this one. I despise that chicken.
Slinky Dog (S): Fellas! Fellas! Okay, I got some good news, and I got
some bad news.
MPH: What news?
S: The good news is I found your hat, Woody.
W: My hat! Slink, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Where'd
you find it?
S: Well, that's the bad news.
R: Oh, it's Buster!
Seargeant: Canine alert! Man your battle stations! Let's move, move,
move!
BP: Woody! Hide! Quick!
W: Okay, okay, okay. Okay, okay! You found me! Buster, all right.
Hey, how did he do, Hamm?
H: Looks like a new record.
W: Okay, boy. Sit. Reach for the sky. Gotcha! Great job, boy.
Who's gonna miss me when I'm gone, huh? Who's gonna miss me?
Who's gonna miss me?
Andy's Mom (AM): Andy, you got all your stuff?
W: Have a good weekend, everybody. I'll see you Sunday night.
Andy (A): It's in my room. Stick 'em up. I guess we'll work on that
later. Hey, Woody. Ready to go to cowboy camp?
AM: Andy, honey, come on. Five minutes, and we're leaving.
A: Five minutes. Hmm. Help, help! Somebody help me! Let her go,
evil Dr. Pork Chop! Never! You must choose, Sheriff Woody. How
shall she die? Shark, or death by monkeys? Choose! I choose
Buzz Lightyear! What? That's not a choice! To infinity and
beyond! I'll save you, Miss Peep. My hero. Thanks, Buzz. No
problem, buddy. You should never tangle with the unstoppable
duo of Woody and Buzz Lightyear! Oh, no.
AM: Andy, let's go! Molly's already in her car seat.
A: But, Mom, Woody's arm wrecked.
AM: Oh, no. Maybe we can fix him on the way.
A: No, just leave him.
AM: I'm sorry, honey, but you know toys don't last forever.
R: What happened?
PH: Woody's been shelved.
W: Andy!
S: Woody?
BP: Woody? Honey, are you okay?
A: Yee-hah! Ride 'em, cowboy!
W: He's back? Hey, everybody! Andy's back! He's back early from
cowboy camp!
H: Places, everybody! Andy's coming!
A: Yeah! Hey, Woody! Did you miss me? Giddyap, giddyap, giddyap.
Ride 'em, cowboy! Ohh, I forgot. You're broken. I don't wanna
play with you anymore.
W: No, Andy! No! No, Andy! No! Andy! Andy!
A: Bye, Woody.
W: No! No! Andy! Wheezy, is that you?
Wheezy (Wh): Hey, Woody.
W: What are you doing up here? I thought Mom took you to get your
squeaker fixed months ago. Andy was so upset.
Wh: Nah. She just told him that to calm him down and then put me
on the shelf.
W: Why didn't you yell for help?
Wh: Well, I tried squeaking. But I'm still broken. No one could
hear me. Besides, the dust aggravates my condition. What's
the point in prolonging the inevitable? We're all just one
stitch away from here to there.
W: Yard sale? Yard sale! Yard sale! Guys, wake up, wake up!
There's a yard sale outside!
B: Yard sale?
W: Sarge, emergency roll call!
Seargent: Sir, yes sir! Red alert! All civilians fall in position
now! Single file! Let's move, move, move!
B: Hamm?
H: Here.
B: Potato Head, Mr. and Mrs.?
PH & MPH: Here.
B: Troikas. Check, check, check, check, check.
R: I hate yard sales! Someone's coming!
AM: Okay. Let's see what's up here.
Wh: Bye, Woody.
W: Wheezy! Think, think, Woody. Think, think, think. Ooh -- Hey!
Here, boy. Here, Buster! Up here! No, no, no, no, no! Okay,
boy. To the yard sale! Hyah!
PH: What's going on? He's nuts.
S: His arm ain't that bad.
R: Don't do it, Woody! We love you!
W: Careful on the steps, now. Okay, boy. Let's go. And keep it
casual. Not that casual.
H: Piggy bank coming through, coming through.
R: Is he out there?
B: There he is.
R: He's in the box!
H: He's selling himself for twenty-five cents!
W: Oh, Woody, you're worth more than that.
B: Hold on. Hold on. He's got something. It's Wheezy!
Toys: Wheezy!
R: It's not a suicide. It's a rescue!
W: Good boy, Buster. Hold still. There. There you go, pal.
Wh: Bless you, Woody.
W: All right, now. Back to Andy's room. Hyah!
B: Way to go, cowboy.
S: Golly bob howdy!
Wh: Woody, I'm slipping!
Kid: Mommy -- Mommy, look! Look at this! Mommy, look! It's a
cowboy dolly!
R: Hey, that's not her toy!
S: What does that little gal think she's doing?
Kid: Mommy, Mommy, can we get it? Please? Mommy, please?
Kid's Mom: Oh, honey. You don't want that toy. It's broken.
Woody's Voicebox: There's a snake in my boot.
Al: Original hand-painted face. Natural dye, blanket-stitched
vest! Little rip. Fixable. Oh, if only you had your
hand-stitched, polyvinyl -- A hat! I found him! I found
him! I found him!
AM: Buster! Quiet down! Excuse me. Can I help you?
S: Yes. You can help take his paws off my pal.
Al: I'll give you, uh, fifty cents for all this junk.
AM: Oh, now, how did this get down here?
B: Hand her the sheriff. Nice and easy.
Al: Five dollars.
AM: I'm sorry, it's an old family toy.
Al: Wait!
B: Now just walk away. The other way.
Al: I'll give you fifty bucks for it.
PH: Fifty bucks ain't bad.
AM: It's not for sale.
Al: Everything's for sale. We'll trade. You like my watch?
AM: Sorry.
B: He's safe. Way to go!
S: She showed him!
AM: Molly, don't touch that, sweetie.
PH: Yeah, go home, Mr. Fancy Car.
B: Hold on.
H: What's up?
R: What is it, Buzz?
Toys: What's happening? What's he doing?
R: I can't watch! Can someone cover my eyes?
B: He's stealing Woody!
R: What? He can't take Woody! It's illegal!
S: Where's he going?
R: Do something.
BP: Buzz!
PH: Get him, Buzz.
Person: Where's the red jacket?
BP: Why would someone steal Woody?
H: All right. Let's review this one more time. At
precisely 8:32-ish, Exhibit 'A,' Woody, was
kidnapped. Exhibit 'B,' a composite sketch of
the kidnapper.
BP: He didn't have a beard like that.
H: Fine. Etch, give him a shave.
S: The kidnapper was bigger than that.
H: Oh, picky, picky, picky.
PH: Let's just go straight to Exhibit 'F.' The
kidnapper's vehicle. Now, the vehicle fled the
scene in this direction.
H: Your eyes are in backwards. It went the other way.
PH: Hey, put a cork in it.
R: How do you spell 'FBI'?
PH: My crime scene!
H: Oh, why don't you watch where you're going, 'Godspilla'?
R: I didn't know there was a crime scene.
B: Excuse me. Excuse me. A little quite please. Thank you.
H: Huh?
Mr. Spell (MS): Lazy toy brain. Lousy try, Brian.
R: What are you doing, Buzz?
B: It's some sort of message encoded on that vehicle's ID tag.
MS: Liz try bran.
PH: It's just a license plate. It's just a jumble of letters.
H: Yeah, and there are about 3.5 million registered cars in
the tri-county area alone.
MS: Lou's thigh burn.
PH: Oh, this can't help. Let's leave Buzz to play with his toys.
B: Toy. Toy. Toy. Hold on!
MS: Al's Toy Barn.
PH: Al's Toy Barn!
B: Etch, draw that man in a chicken suit.
R: It's the chicken man!
B: That's our guy.
H: I knew there was something I didn't like about that chicken.
Al: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll be right there.
And we're gonna do this commercial in one take, do you hear me,
because I am in the middle of something really important.
You, my little cowboy friend, are gonna make me big
buck-buck-bucks.
W: Andy!
Al: I can't believe I have to drive all the way to work on a
Saturday. All the way to work!
W: What? Whoa! Hey! Stop! Horsey, stop! Stop! Sit, boy! Stop it!
Sit, I said! Whoa! Whoa.
Jessie (J): Yee-hah! It's you! It's you! It's you, it's you, it's
you! It's really you!
W: What's me?
J: Whoo-whee!
Woody's voicebox: There's a snake in my boot.
J: Ha! It is you!
W: Please stop saying that.
J: Prospector said someday you'd come. Sweet mother of Abraham
Lincoln! The Prospector! He'll wanna meet ya! Say hello to
the Prospector!
W: It -- it's a box.
J: He's mint in the box. Never been opened.
Prospector (P): Turn me around, Bullseye, so I can see. Why,
the prodigal son has returned.
J: Yee-hah! It's you! It's you! You're here! It's you! It's
you! It's you!
W: Okay, I'm officially freaked out now.
P: Oh, we've waited countless years for this day. It's good to
see you, Woody.
W: Listen, I don't know wh -- hey, how do you know my name?
J: Everybody knows your name, Wood-y.
P: Why, you don't know who you are, do you? Bullseye?
W: That's me. Wow. Holy cow.
Announcer: Cowboy Crunchies, the cereal that's sugar-frosted
and dipped in chocolate proudly presents...
Chorus (C): Woody's Roundup. Come on, it's time to play.
There's Jessie, the yodelling cowgirl.
J (on TV): Yodel-ay-hee-hoo!
J: Look it! That's me!
C: Bullseye, he's Woody's horse.
Man: He's a smart one.
C: Meet the old Prospector.
P (TV): Has anyone seen my pick?
C: And the man himself, of course. It's time for Sheriff Woody.
He's the very best. He's the rootinest, tootinest cowboy
in the wild, wild west. Woody's Roundup.
R: I can't find it! It doesn't seem to be on any of these
stations.
B: Keep looking.
H: You're going too slow. Let me take the wheel.
R: It's too fast. How can you even tell what's on?
H: I can tell.
All: Stop! Back, back, back!
H: Too late, I'm in the forties. Gotta go round the horn,
it's faster.
All: Back, back! Stop!
Al (TV): And look for the giant chicken!
B: Now, Etch! That's where I need to go.
R: You can't go, Buzz. You'll never make it there.
B: Woody once risked his life to save me. I couldn't call
myself his friend if I weren't willing to do the same.
So who's with me?
MPH: I'm packing you an extra pair of shoes and your angry
eyes, just in case.
BP: This is for Woody when you find him.
B: All right, but I don't thin it'll mean the same coming
from me.
Wh: Mr. Buzz Lightyear, you just gotta save my pal Woody.
B: I'll do my best, son.
PH: Okay, fellas. Let's roll. Geronimo!
R: You'd think, with all my video game experience,
I'd be feeling more prepared.
S: The idea is to let go.
B: We'll be back before Andy gets home.
MPH: Don't talk to any toy you don't know!
B: To Al's Toy Barn and beyond!
J (TV): They don't call this the old abandoned mine for
nothin', Prospector. I reckon we oughta get outta here.
P: (TV): Where's my gold? Hold on. I'll light me a candle.
This sure is a fast-burning wick.
J (TV): Blast us to smithereens! That there's dynamite!
P: (TV): Holy tarnation!
J (TV): I'll call for help. Yodel-ay-hee-hoo! Hey, critters,
go get Sheriff Woody. Now scurry!
W (TV): Good job, Bullseye, I reckon the new schoolhouse is
finally done. What's that? Jessie and Prospector are
trapped in the old abandoned mine and Prospector just
lit a stick of dynamite thinking it was a candle and
now they're about to be blown to smithereens?
Rabbit: Mm-hmm.
W (TV): Ride like the wind, Bullseye!
P (TV): You're fannin' the flames, Jessie! It takes brains
to put out that fire. Yow! My biscuits are burnin'!
Announcer: Will Woody and Bullseye land to safety? Can they
reach Jessie and Stinky Pete in time? Tune in next week
for the exciting conclusion: 'Woody's Finest Hour.'
W: All right! All right! Next tape! Hey, w--wait. What
happened? What happens next? Come on! Let's see the
next episode!
P: That's it.
W: What?
P: The show was cancelled after that.
W: Wait. What about the gold mine and the cute little
critters and the dynamite? That was a great show!
I mean, why cancel it?
P: Two words: Sput-nik. Once the astronauts went up,
children only wanted to play with space toys.
W: I know how that feels. But still, my own show. I mean,
look at all this stuff!
J: Didn't you know? Why, you're valuable property!
W: I wish the guys could see this. Hey-howdy-hey! That's me.
I'm on a yo-yo. Oh, hey. Nice teeth. And yet, still a
good-looking guy. Oh, it's a bank! Cool. Wh--what do
you do? You push the hat and out co -- oh, out come
bubbles. Clever. Oh, wow. Hey, what's this thing do?
I get it. 'There's a snake in my boot.' Oh, hey,
Bullseye. Go long! Go long! Whoo! A record player!
I haven't seen one of these in ages. Okay, now. Slow.
J: Oh, that's funny, Bullseye.
W: Hop on, cowgirl! Think fast!
J: Oh!
W: Not bad.
Record: It's time for Woody's Roundup.
J: Whee!
Record: He's the very best. He's the rootinest tootinest
cowboy --
J: Look at us! We're a complete set!
P: Now it's on to the museum.
W: Museum? What museum?
P: The museum. We're being sold to the Konishi Toy
Museum in Tokyo.
J: That's in Japan!
W: Japan? No, no, no, no, no. I can't go to Japan.
J: What do you mean?
W: I got to get back home to my owner, Andy. Hey, look,
look, see?
J: He still has an owner!
P: Oh, my goodness.
J: No. Can't go. I can't do storage again. I just can't!
P: Jessie. Jessie.
J: I won't go back in the dark!
W: What's the matter? What's wrong with her?
P: Well, we've been in storage for a long time,
waiting for you.
W: Why me?
P: The museum's only interested in the collection if
you're in it, Woody.
Without you, we go back into storage. It's that simple.
J: It's not fair! How can you do this to me?
W: Hey, look, I'm sorry, but this is all a big mistake.
You see, I was in this yard sale --
P: Yard sale? Why were you in a yard sale if you have
an owner?
W: Well, I wasn't supposed to be there. I was trying to
save another toy when --
P: Was it because you're damaged? Hmm?
Did this Andy break you?
W: Yeah, but -- No, no, no, no, no! It was --
it was an accident. I mean --
J: Sounds like he really loves you.
W: It's not like that, okay? And I'm not going to
any museum!
J: Well, I'm not going back into storage!
P: Al's coming!
P: Go! Go on, Jessie. Jessie, look at me.
J: Oh, oh, oh.
P: I promise you'll come out of the box. Now go! Go!
Al: It's show time! Oh, money, baby. Money, money,
money. And now, the main attraction. No! His arm!
Where's his arm? Oh...no. No, no, no, no!
What am I gonna do? I know. I know. Come on!
Come on! Come on! Pick up the phone!
Geri (G): Hello?
Al: It's me. It's Al. I got an emergency here.
G: Well, I'm busy.
Al: Yes, we're all busy. Look. It has to be tonight.
All right. All right. But first thing in the
morning.
W: It's gone! I can't believe it! My arm is
completely gone!
P: All right, come here. Let me see that. Oh, it's
just a popped seam, easily repaired.
You should consider yourself lucky.
W: Lucky? Are you shrink-wrapped? I am missing
my arm!
J: Big deal. Let him go. I'm sure his precious Andy
is dying to play with a one-armed cowboy doll.
P: Why, Jessie, you know he wouldn't last an hour
on the streets in his condition. It's a dangerous
world out there for a toy.
H: All right. Nobody look until I get my cork back in.
B: Good work, men. Two blocks down and only nineteen
more to go.
All: What? Nineteen?
PH: Are we gonna do this all night? My parts are
killing me.
B: Come on, fellas. Did Woody give up when Sid had
me strapped to a rocket?
All: No.
B: No. And did he give up when you threw him out of
the back of that moving van?
PH: Oh you had to bring that up.
B: No, he didn't! We have a friend in need, and we
will not rest until he's safe in Andy's room!
Now, let's move out!
Announcer: And that concludes our broadcast day.
W: Bullseye. Bullseye, go, go, go, go. Oh, tsk.
Come on. You don't wanna help me. I'm the bad
guy. You're gonna go back in storage because
of me, remember? Just go. Bullseye -- all right.
All right. But you have got to keep quiet.
Come on. Over here. Attaboy. Okay, Bullseye.
Upsy-daisy. Psst, Bullseye. Cut it out. Stop
it. Psst. Stop it, Bullseye. Stop it. Stop it.
Stop it. Phew.
C: Woody's Roundup. Come on, it's time to play.
Al: No, officer, I swear. What? Uh -- oh.
Get in there. There you go. Cheap case.
Where is the remote? Where is the remote?
Why don't I put it in the same place
every ti -- oh, here it is.
W: What is your problem? Look, I'm sorry I can't
help you guys out. Really, I am.
But you didn't have to go and pull a stunt
like that.
J: What? You think I did that?
W: Oh, right, right. The TV just happened to turn
on and the remote magically ended up in
front of you!
J: You calling me a liar?
W: Well, if the boot fits --
J: Say that again.
W: If the boot fits.
J: Okay, cowboy. Yah! How do you like that?
Take it back! Take it back!
W: Don't think just 'cause you're a girl,
I'm gonna take it easy on you.
P: Jessie, Woody, you stop this at once.
I don't know how that television turned on,
but fighting about it isn't helping anything.
W: If I had both my arms --
P: The fact is, you don't, Woody, so I suggest
you just wait until morning. The cleaner will
come, fix your arm --
W: And then I'm outta here! Oh, no, no, Bullseye,
don't take it that way. It's just that Andy --
J: Andy, Andy, Andy. That's all he ever talks about.
H: Hey, Buzz, can we slow down? May I remind you that
some of us are carrying over six dollars in change?
R: Losing health units. Must rest.
B: Is everyone present and accounted for?
S: Not quite everyone.
B: Who's behind?
S: Mine.
H: Hey, guys! Why do the toys cross the road?
B: Not now, Hamm.
R: Oh, I love riddles. Why?
H: To get to the chicken on the other side!
R: The chicken! Oh, well, we tried.
B: We have to cross.
PH: What the -- you're not turning me into a mashed potato.
S: I may not be a smart dog, but I know what roadkill is.
B: There must be a safe way. Okay. Here's our chance.
Ready. Set. Go. Drop! Go! Drop! I said 'drop'! Go!
Drop. Go.
PH: That went well.
B: Good job, troops. We're that much closer to Woody.
Al: Oh, thank goodness you're here.
G: Is the specimen ready for cleaning?
Al: So, uh, how long is this gonna take?
G: You can't rush art.
S: Oh, no. It's closed.
PH: We're no preschool toys, Slinky. We can read.
Man: Hey, Joe, you're late. We've got a ton of toys
to unload in the back.
Joe: All right. All right. I'm coming, I'm coming.
B: All right, let's go.
R: But the sign says it's closed.
B: No, no, no, no. All together. Now!
S: Whoa, Nelly! How are we going to find Woody
in this place?
B: Look for Al. We find Al, we find Woody. Now move out!
H: Woody!
PH: Woody!
G: There you go. He's for display only.
You handle him too much, he's not gonna last.
Al: It's amazing. You're a genius. He's just like new.
B: Wow. I could use one of those.
R: You know, they make it so you can't defeat Zurg
unless you buy this book. It's extortion. That's
what it is. Hey, I always thought the golden sector
was the only --
H: I thought we could search in style.
PH: Nice going there, Hamm. So how about letting a
toy with fingers drive?
B: Am I really that fat? Ow! What are you doing?
Ultimate Buzz (UB): You're in direct violation of
Code 6404.5 stating all space rangers are to
be in hyper-sleep until awakened by authorized
personnel.
B: Oh, no.
UB: You're breaking ranks, ranger. Buzz Lightyear
to Star Command. I've got an
AWOL space ranger.
B: Tell me I wasn't this deluded.
UB: No back talk! I have a laser, and I will use it.
B: You mean the laser that's a light bulb?
UB: Has your mind been melded? You could've killed me,
space ranger. Or should I say, 'traitor'?
B: I don't have time for this.
UB: Halt! I order you to halt!
B: Listen to me. Listen. Wait.
S: We've been down this aisle already.
PH: We've never been down this aisle. It's pink.
S: Face it. We're lost.
H: Back it up. Back it up.
Barbie: What a great party!
Limboing Barbies: How low can you go? How low can you go?
H: Excuse me, ladies. Does anyone know where we might
find the Al of Al's Toy Barn?
Tour Guide Barbie (TGB): I can help. I'm Tour Guide Barbie.
Please keep your hands and accessories inside the car,
and no flash photography. Thank you.
PH: I'm a married spud. I'm a married spud.
I'm a married spud.
H: Then make room for the single fellas.
TGB: To our right is the Hot Wheels aisle.
Developed in 1967, the original series had sixteen cars,
including the Corvette.
S: I beg your pardon, ma'am, but where's Al's office?
TGB: Please hold all questions until the end of the tour.
Thank you.
R: It says how you defeat Zurg! Look!
PH: Hey, get this outta here, Geekosaur.
TGB: Excuse me, sir.
PH: Look out!
H: Stop, stop, stop! Turn into the spin, Barbie!
R: My source of power! No! Come back! Hey! Wait up! Hey!
Come on! Slow down!
Dinosaur overboard! Slow down!
TGB: Remain seated, please. Permanece sentados, por favor.
B: Ow! Listen to me. Listen to me. You're not really a
space ranger. You're a toy. We're all toys.
Do you hear me?
UB: Well, that should hold you until the court marshal.
B: Let me go! You don't realize what you're doing!
TGB: And this is the Buzz Lightyear aisle. Back in 1995,
shortsighted retailers did not order enough dolls to
meet demand.
H: Hey, Buzz!
UB: Halt! Who goes there?
PH: Quit clowning around and get in the car!
R: Buzz, Buzz, I know how to defeat Zurg!
UB: You do?
R: Come on, I'll tell you on the way.
B: No, no, guys! You've got the wrong Buzz!
You've got the wrong Buzz!
H: Say, where'd you get the cool belt, Buzz?
UB: Well, slotted pig, they're standard issue.
B: No! No!
Al: It's like printing my own money. Yeah? What? Oh, oh,
Mr. Konishi. Yes, uh, I have the pictures right here.
In fact, I'm in my car right now on my way to the
office to fax them to you. I'm going through a tunnel!
I'm breaking up!
W: Oh, wow, would you look at me? It's like I'm fresh out
of the box! Look at this
stitching! Andy's gonna have a hard time ripping this!
Hello! H-hi! Hello!
J: Great. Now you can go.
W: Well, what a good idea.
P: Woody, don't be mad at Jessie. She's been through more
than you know. Why not make amends before you leave,
huh? It's the least you can do.
W: All right. But I don't know what good it'll do. Hey.
Whatcha doing way up here?
J: Thought I'd get one last look at the sun before I got
packed away again.
W: Look, Jessie, I know you hate me for leaving, but I
have to go back. I'm still Andy's toy. Well, if you
knew him, you'd understand.
See, Andy's a real --
J: Let me guess. Andy's a real special kid. And to him,
you're his buddy, his best friend. And when Andy plays
with you, it's like even though you're not moving,
you feel like you're alive, because that's how he sees you.
W: How did you know that?
J: Because Emily was just the same. She was my whole world.
When somebody loved me
Everything was beautiful
Every hour we spent together
Lives within my heart
And when she was sad
I was there to dry her tears
And when she was happy so was I
When she loved me
Through the summer and the fall
We had each other
That was all
Just she and I together
Like it was meant to be
And when she was lonely
I was there to comfort her
And I knew that
She loved me
So the years went by
I stayed the same
But she began to drift away
I was left alone
Still I waited for the day
When she'd say
I will always love you
Lonely and forgotten
I never thought she'd look my way
She smiled at me and held me
Just like she used to do
Like she loved me
When she loved me
When somebody loved me
Everything was beautiful
Every hour we spent together
Lives within my heart
When she loved me
You never forget kids like Emily or Andy but they
forget you.
W: Jessie, I -- I didn't know.
J: Just go.
P: How long will it last, Woody? Do you really think
Andy is gonna take you to college or on his honeymoon?
Andy's growing up, and there's nothing you can do
about it. It's your choice, Woody. You can go back,
or you can stay with us and last forever. You'll be
adored by children for generations.
W: Who am I to break up the Roundup gang?
H: Hey, Woody, are you in here?
PH: Nah, this one's empty too.
S: Woody! Woody!
H: Woody!
S: Pardon me, gentlemen, but have either of you seen a
cowboy doll with a bad arm?
Blue Robot: Why, no, I haven't.
Red Robot: Hey! He was talkin' to me!
Blue: No! He was talkin' to me!
Red: Why, you --
R: You see, all along we thought the way into Zurg's
fortress was through the main gate, but in fact,
the secret entrance is to the left, hidden in
the shadows.
UB: To the left and in the shadows. Got it.
S: Someone's coming.
UB: Everyone take cover.
Al: It was a big pileup, but I don't want to bore
you with the details. Yes. Now let me confirm
your fax number.
Konishi: 011--
Al: 011. Wait. That's a lot of numbers. No, I got it.
S: It's him.
H: The chicken man.
UB: Funny, he doesn't look like poultry.
S: That's the kidnapper, all right.
UB: A kidnapper! An agent of Zurg if I ever saw one.
Al: And the piece de resistance! I promise the
collection will be the town jewel of your museum.
S: It's Woody!
Al: Now that I have your attention, imagine we added
another zero to the price, huh?
Konishi: I'll pay anything you want.
Al: Yes! Yes! You got a deal! I'll be on the next
flight to Japan!
UB: Quick, into the poultry man's cargo unit. He'll
lead us to Zurg. Move, move, move!
Al: Don't touch my moustache! Rich, rich, rich, rich!
B: Huh?
Zurg (Z): Destroy Buzz Lightyear. Destroy Buzz Lightyear.
Destroy Buzz Lightyear.
R: Aah! He didn't take the bag!
UB: No time to lose! He's ascending in the vertical
transporter. All right, everyone. Hang on. We're
gonna blast through the roof.
R: Uh, Buzz?
UB: To infinity and beyond!
PH: What are you? Insane? We're wasting time. Stand
still, Godzilla.
UB: I don't understand. Somehow, my fuel cells have
gone dry. Blast. He's on level twenty three.
S: How are we gonna get up there?
R: Maybe if we find some balloons, we could float
to the top.
PH: Are you kidding? I say we stack ourselves up,
push the intercom, and pretend we're delivering
a pizza.
H: How about a ham sandwich...with fries and a hot dog?
R: What about me?
H: You can be the toy that comes with the meal.
UB: Troops! Over here! Just like you said, lizard man,
'in the shadows to the left.' Okay, let's move!
Mission log. Have infiltrated enemy territory without
detection and are making our way through the bowels
of Zurg's fortress.
H: You know, I think that Buzz aisle went to his head.
S: Oh, no. Which way do we go?
UB: This way!
PH: What makes you so sure?
UB: I'm Buzz Lightyear, I'm always sure! We've been
detected. The walls! They're closing in! Quick!
Help me prop up vegetable man or we're done for.
PH: Hey! Put me down, you moron!
R: Guys, look! It's not the walls! It's the elevator!
UB: Come on. We've got no time to lose. Everyone grab hold!
H: What?
S: Huh?
H: Uh, Buzz, why not just take the elevator?
UB: They'll be expecting that.
R: Hey, Buzz! Stop! Slow down!
Al: To overnight six packages to Japan is how much?
What? That's in yen, right? Dollars? You are
deliberately taking advantage of people in a hurry,
you know that? All right! I'll do it! All right.
Fine. I'll have the stuff waiting in the lobby, and
you'd better be here in fifteen minutes because
I have a plane to catch, do you hear me?
J: Whoo-hoo! We're finally going! Can you believe it?
P: That's custom-fitted foam insulation you'll be
riding in, Bullseye. First class all the way!
W: You know what? I'm actually excited about this.
I mean it. I really am!
P: And why shouldn't you be?
J: Yee-hah!
W: Whoa!
J: Swing your partner do-si-do! Look at you, you
dancing cowboy!
P: Look! I'm doing the box step!
H: Uh-oh. Hey, heads up down there!
S: Whoa! Pork bellies are falling.
PH: Hey, how much farther, Buzz?
UB: Halfway there.
R: My arms can't hold on much longer!
UB: Too...heavy. Oh! What was I thinking?
My anti-gravity servos! Hang tight, everyone,
I'm going to let go of the wall.
R: What?
PH: He wouldn't.
UB: One --
H: He would.
UB: Two --
Toys: :rotest::
UB: Three! To infinity and beyond! Approaching destination.
Reengaging gravity. Area secure. It's okay, troops.
The antigravity sickness will wear off momentarily.
Now let's move!
PH: Remind me to glue his helmet shut when we get back.
W: How 'bout giving me a little intro there, Jessie?
J: Introducing the high-riding-est cowboy around --
W: You forgot rootin'-tootin'-est!
J: The high-ridin'-est, rootin'-tootin'-est cowboy hero
of all time, Sheriff Woody!
W: Say, little missy, you notice any trouble around these parts?
J: Nary a bit, not with Sheriff Woody around.
W: Wait -- wait -- wait -- wait -- wait! I got it!
I got it! This is great! Okay! The bandits got the
critters tied up in the burning barn and now for the
best part! Help us! The barn's on fire! I've got ya,
critters. No need to worry. Woody saves the day again!
J: Yee-hah!
W: Now, where's my trusty steed Bullseye? I have to ride
off into the sunset -- oh! Ride like the wind, Bullseye!
W--w--watch it. Wait, I'm ticklish, okay?
J: Oh, you are?
W: No, no, no. Cut it out. Stop it. Stop it. No please.
No, no. Stop! Stop!
UB: Mission log. Have reached Zurg's command deck, but no
sign of him or his wooden captive.
W: Please, no!
S: That's Woody!
UB: This way!
W: Please, please no!
PH: Buzz, can you see? What's going on?
J: Take that!
PH: To the left. No, your left. Take it up higher.
UB: What's happening? Oh, it -- it's horrible. They --
they're torturing him.
R: What are we gonna do, Buzz?
UB: Use your head!
R: But I don't wanna use my head!
P: What's going on here?
W: Buzz, guys! Hey, how did you find me?
UB: Watch yourself!
S: We're here to spring ya, Woody!
H: You heard of kung fu? Well, get ready for pork chop.
PH: Prepare to meet Mr. Angry Eyes!
W: Hold it, now! Hey, you don't understand!
These are my friends!
R: Yeah, we're his friends!
W: No, Rex, I mean they're my friends.
J: Hey, stop it! Leave him alone, springy dog! Hey!
S: Grab Woody and let's go!
W: Fellas, hold it! Buzz, put me down!
R: Quick! To the vent!
J: They're stealing him!
P: No!
B: Hold it right there!
All: Buzz?
UB: You again?
B: Woody! Thank goodness you're all right.
W: Buzz, what is going on?
UB: Hold on. I am Buzz Lightyear, and I'm in charge
of this detachment.
B: No, I'm Buzz Lightyear.
UB: I'm Buzz Lightyear.
B: I am Buzz Lightyear!
W: So, who's the real Buzz?
B & UB: I am!
UB: Don't let this imposter fool you!
He's been trained by Zurg
himself to mimic my every move.
All: Buzz!
S: I had a feeling it was you, Buzz. My front end just
had to catch up with my back end.
UB: Will somebody please explain what's going on?
B: It's all right, space ranger. It's a code 546.
UB: You mean it's a --
B: Yes.
UB: And he's a --
B: Oh, yeah.
UB: Your Majesty.
B: Woody, you're in danger here. We need to leave now.
R: Al's selling you to a toy museum in Japan!
W: I know, it's okay, Buzz. I actually wanna go.
R: What?
H: Are you crazy?
W: Look, the thing is, I'm a rare Sheriff Woody doll,
and these guys are my Roundup gang.
B: Woody, what are you talking about?
W: What am I talking about? Woody's Roundup! Oh,
it's this great old TV show and I was the star.
See? Now look. Look! Look at me! See? That's me!
H: This is weirding me out.
W: Buzz, it was a national phenomenon. There was all
this merchandise that just got packed up. Oh,
you should have seen it. There was a record player
and a yo-yo -- Buzz, I was a yo-yo!
PH: Was?
B: Woody, stop this nonsense and let's go.
W: Nah, Buzz. I can't go. I can't abandon these guys.
They need me to get into this museum. Without me,
they'll go back into storage -- maybe forever!
B: Woody, you're not a collector's item. You are a
child's plaything. You are a toy!
W: For how much longer? One more rip, and Andy's done
with me. And what do I do then, Buzz? Huh? You
tell me.
B: Somewhere in that pad of stuffing is a toy who
taught me that life's only worth living if
you're being loved by a kid. And I travelled all
this way to rescue that toy because I believed
him.
W: Well, you wasted your time.
B: Let's go, everyone.
S: What about Woody?
B: He's not coming with us.
R: But -- but Andy's coming home tonight.
B: Then we'd better make sure we're there waiting
for him.
W: I don't have a choice, Buzz. This is my only
chance.
B: To do what, Woody? Watch kids from behind glass
and never be loved again? Some life.
W (TV): Is everbody okay?
J (TV): Sheriff Woody! I knew you'd make it!
W (TV): Now, remember, deputies, the real treasures
are your friends and family. Before I go, kids,
I want to share something special with you for
the times when I'm not around.
P: Good going, Woody! I thought they'd never leave.
W (TV): You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me.
P: Woody?
W (TV): You've got troubles
Well, I've got 'em, too
There isn't anything
I wouldn't do for you
We stick together and
See it through
'Cause you got a friend in me.
Some other folks might be
A little bit smarter than I am
Bigger and stronger too
Maybe
But none of them will ever love you
The way I do
It's me and you, boy.
And as the years go by
Our friendship will never die
W: What am I doing?
W (TV): You're gonna see it's our destiny
W: Buzz! Wait! Wait!
P: Woody, where are you going?
W: You're right, Prospector, I can't stop Andy
from growing up. But I wouldn't miss it
for the world.
P: No!
W: Buzz!
B: Yes?
UB: Yes?
W: I'm coming with you! Wait -- wait -- wait
-- wait. I'll be back in just a second.
B: Way to go, cowboy!
W: Hey, you guys, come with me.
J: What?
W: Andy will play with all of us. I know it!
J: Woody, I -- I -- I don't know -- I --
W: Wouldn't you give anything just to have
one more day with Emily? Come on, Jessie.
This is what it's all about : to make a
child happy. And you know it. Bullseye,
are you with me? Okay, good boy.
Prospector, how 'bout you?
J: Prospector!
W: You're outta your box!
P: I tried reasoning with you, Woody, but you
kept forcing me to take extreme measures.
W: Wait a minute. You turned on the TV last
night, not Jessie.
P: Look, we have an eternity to spend together
in the museum. Let's not start by pointing
fingers, shall we?
W: You really are Stinky Pete, aren't you?
J: Prospector, this isn't fair!
P: Fair? I'll tell you what's not fair!
Spending a lifetime on a dime-store shelf
watching every other toy be sold. Well,
finally my waiting has paid off and
no hand-me-down cowboy doll is gonna mess
it up for me now!
W: Buzz. Help, Buzz! Guys!
P: It's too late, Woody. That silly Buzz
Lightweight can't help you.
W: His name is Buzz Lightyear!
P: Whatever. I've always hated those upstart
space toys.
W: It's stuck! What do we do?
R: Should I use my head?
W: It's Al!
Al: Look at the time. I'm gonna be late! Oh,
figures. I can't miss this flight!
I've gotta pack. All right. Let's see.
Uh, wallet, keys, tickets, uh, passport,
beef jerky -- very expensive over there.
Shower! Oh, I can skip the shower.
I just gotta get outta here now!
B: Quick! To the elevator! Hurry, I can hear
it coming.
Z: So, we meet again, Buzz Lightyear --
for the last time.
R: Aah!
R & UB: It's Zurg!
R: Watch out! He's got an ion blaster!
B: Quick! Get on! The emergency hatch!
Come on! Come on! Hurry!
R: But Buzz is in peril!
UB's voicebox: Buzz -- Buzz -- Buzz
Lightyear to the rescue!
Z: Surrender, Buzz Lightyear. I have won.
UB: I'll never give in. You killed my father!
Z: No, Buzz. I am your father.
UB: Nooooooooo!
Al: Come on! Come on! Come on!
R: Buzz, you could have defeated Zurg all
along! You just need to believe in yourself!
Z: Prepare to die.
R: I can't look!
Z: Wh -- wh -- whoa!
R: I did it. I finally defeated Zurg!
UB: Father.
Al: Ah, finally!
R: How are we gonna get him now?
PH: Pizza, anyone?
B: Go, go, go!
UB: I got it!
B: Buzz, are you coming?
UB: No, I have a lot of catching up to do with my dad.
Z: Good throw, son. That's my boy. Go long, Buzzy!
UB: Oh, you're a great dad. Yippee!
B: Farewell.
R: Does anyone know how to drive?
B: Slink, take the pedals. Rex, you navigate.
Hamm and Potato, operate the levers and knobs.
S: Whoa.
Squeeze Toy Aliens (ST): Ooooooooooh.
ST 1: Strangers.
ST 2: From the outside.
B: Oh, no.
R: He's at a red light! We can catch him!
B: Maximum power, Slink!
R: Waaa! It turned green! Hurry!
B: Why won't it go?
STs: Use the wand of power.
H: Oh! Ow! Ooh!
B: Rex, which way?
R: Left! No, no! I mean right! That's right!
No, I mean left! Left is right!
Buzz, he's turning left! He's turning left!
STs: Oh, oh, boy! Whoa - oa - oa - oa!
H: Oh, I seriously doubt he's getting this
kind of mileage.
R: Go right! To the right! Right -- right
-- right -- right!
STs: Whoa! You have saved our lives. We
are eternally grateful.
PH: Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever.
PA: The white zone is for immediate loading
and unloading. No parking.
R: Guys, we can't park here! It's a white
zone!
STs: You have saved our lives. We are
eternally grateful.
PA: Final boarding call for Far East Airlines...
B: There he is!
PA: ...flight 451 to Tokyo, all confirmed
passengers must board at this time.
Passenger Twitch, passenger Leon Twitch,
please pick up --
STs: You have saved our lives! We are
eternally grateful!
PH: Will you just leave me alone?
R: Oh! Someone's coming!
Girl: Ooh, a puppy!
S: Uh, bark-bark-bark-bark, bark-bark-bark-bark.
Al: Listen, flyboy, the contents of that
case are worth more than you make in a year!
You got that, sport! You be careful!
Clerk: I understand, sir.
Al: Do you have a fragile sticker or something?
Clerk: Don't worry, sir.
Al: Because I know what goes on back there,
I had a box of cookies once that
came back as crumbs!
ST: The Mystic Portal!
STs: Oooooooh!
B: Once we go through, we just need to find
that case.
S: Ow! There's the case!
H: No, there's the case!
B: You take that one! We'll take this one!
S: Whoa-oa! Buzz! Buzz, my back end's going
to Baton Rouge!
B: Slinky!
H: Here we come, Woody!
PH: Woody, here we come!
R: Woody!
H: Nice flash though.
B: Okay, Woody, let's go!
P: Take that, space toy.
W: Hey! No one does that to my friend!
P: Your choice, Woody. You can go to Japan
together or in pieces. If he fixed ya once,
he can fix ya again. Now get in the box!
W: Never!
P: Fine! No! Aah!
B: Gotcha!
P: Idiots! Children destroy toys! You'll all be
ruined, forgotten! Spending eternity
rotting in some landfill!
W: Well, Stinky Pete, I think it's time you
learned the true meaning of playtime.
Right over there, guys!
P: No. No! No!
PA: Atlantic Air flight eight is now arriving
at...
Amy: Look, Barbie, a big ugly man doll!
Ooh, he needs a makeover.
Barbie: Hi! You'll like Amy. She's an artist!
Mother: Come on, hon!
W: Happy trails, Prospector.
S: Buzz! Woody!
H: Help us out here!
R: Hurry!
W: Oh, no, Jessie! Come on!
J: Oh, Woody!
W: Jessie! Yah! Ride like the wind, Bullseye!
Hey, howdy, hey! Giddyap!
B: Come on, Bullseye! Yah!
W: Buzz, give me a boost! Oh! Ohhh! Ohhh!
B: Woody!
Worker: Here's the rest!
W: Ah! Excuse me, ma'am, but I believe you're
on the wrong flight.
J: Woody!
W: Come on, Jess. It's time to take you home.
J: But what if Andy doesn't like me?
W: Nonsense! Andy'll love you! Besides,
he's got a little sister.
J: He does? Why didn't you say so? Let's go!
W: Whoa!
Worker: Hold it! There's a couple more bags
coming from the terminal!
W: Okay. On three. One, two --
Worker: Too late! Put 'em on the next flight!
W: This is bad.
J: How are we gonna get outta here?
W: Over there! Come on!
J: You sure about this?
W: No! Let's go!
J: Hold on, Woody!
B: What's a cowboy without his hat?
W: Buzz! Buzz! Buzz, get behind the tires!
Jessie, let go of the plane!
J: What? Are you crazy?
W: Just pretend it's the final episode of
Woody's Roundup.
J: But it was cancelled! We never saw if
you made it!
W: Well, then, let's find out together!
Oh-oh-oh!
J: We did it! We did it!
B: Nice ropin', cowboy.
J: That was definately Woody's finest hour!
B: Your hat, partner.
W: Hoo-hoo! Let's...go home.
A: Yee-hah! Hey, Woody! Woody? Oh, wow!
New toys! Cool! Thanks, Mom! It's Bazooka
Jane and her jet-propelled horse! Woody,
Buzz, that polecat Zurg has stolen my
space cows!
AM: Andy, come on hon. Time to go. Hey,
you fixed Woody!
A: Yeah. Glad I decided not to take him to camp.
His whole arm might have come off.
W: Well, what do you know?
J: Yee-hah! Oh, Bullseye, we're part of a
family again!
Bullseye: Hmm?
B: Uh, m--ma'am, I, uh -- well, I just wanted
to say you're a bright young woman with a
beautiful yarnful of hair. Uh, a hairful
of yarn. It's uh -- whoo -- uh -- I must go.
J: Well, aren't you the sweetest space toy I
ever met?
S: What's that? Bark bark? This fella says he
needs to go out back for a little private
time.
J: That critter needs help! Yodel-ay-hee-hoo!
H: Ooh, ooh, oh -- hey, Rex, I could use a hand
over here, buddy.
R: I don't need to play! I've lived it!
H: No-no-no-no! Oh, nuts!
Al: Welcome to Al's Toy Barn. We've got the
lowest prices in town. Everything for a
buck-buck-buck.
H: Well, I guess crime doesn't pay.
W: Oh, Andy did a great job, huh? Nice and
strong!
BP: I like it. Makes you look...tough.
STs: You have saved our lives. We are eternally
grateful.
MPH: You saved their lives? Oh, my hero! And
they're so adorable! Let's adopt them!
STs: Daddy!
PH: Oh, no.
W: Wheezy, you're fixed!
Wh: Oh, yeah, Mr. Shark looked in the toybox
and found me an extra squeaker.
W: And how do you feel?
Wh: Oh, I feel swell. In fact, I think I feel
a song coming on.
You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
You just remember what your old pal said
Babe, you've got a friend in me
Yeah, you've got a friend in me
AM: Come on over. Oh, you are such a big girl.
Andy, you think she's ready to drive the
car yet?
A: Yeah, and I can teach her.
B: You still worried?
W: About Andy? Nah, it'll be fun while it lasts.
B: I'm proud of you, cowboy.
W: Besides, when it all ends, I'll have old Buzz
Lightyear to keep me company for infinity and
beyond.
Wh & Barbies: You're gonna see it's our destiny
You got a friend in me
Barbies: Yes, you do
Wh & Barbies: You've got a friend in me
Barbies: That's the truth
Wh & Barbies: You've got a friend in me
Wh: Yeah!
Crew: Speed. Marker. Action.
W: Oh! Okay. A little help here, please.
R: What are we gonna do, Buzz?
UB: Use your head.
R: But I don't wanna use my head! Ow!
Crew: Speed. Marker. Take ten. Pull back.
B: Whew! I don't remember eating that.
Crew: Cut!
Other Buzz: I can't believe it. That's the
fifth time. What row is that guy in?
B: Sorry, everyone. I had that bean burrito
for lunch. Okay, I'm all right now. Sorry.
Crew: And action.
MPH: I'm packing you an extra pair of shoes
and your angry eyes, just in case. And
if you get hungry, here's some cheese
puffs. And a key. I don't know what
it's for, but you never know.
Crew: Speed. Marker. And action.
J: Whoo! Could this -- should that just be
part of the movie now? He lost -- he
lost his string!
MPH: And a golf ball if you have time for
golf. And a plastic steak and a rubber
ducky and a yo-yo.
B: Who's behind?
S: Mine.
Crew: All right, cut, good take.
S: What good acting. That was a good take.
You're such a cute little bottom.
Look at you, look at you, look at you.
Wh: In fact, I think I feel a song coming on.
Mr. Mike, I'm so sorry. Did I hurt your
equipment? Oh, you gotta aim it right
here at my flipper. I'm not a very good
catch. Okay. Yeah. I'm ready for another
take.
Crew: Let's go again.
Wh: Oh, no! I think I swallowed my squeaker.
MPH:And an extra bouncy bouncy ball and some
extra teeth. Be careful. They chatter.
PH: Whoa!
Crew: Marker. And action.
B: We'll be back before Andy gets home. What?
What are you laughing about? Huh? Ha ha ha!
Real funny, Woody.
Crew: All right, we're losing our light.
Wipe it off and let's go again.
S: Golly bob howdy!
B: What? What's so funny? Woody! Huh?
Darn it, Woody!
Crew: Okay, let's go again.
MPH: And crayons, in case you get bored.
And some blue Play-Doh.
Flik: Isn't this exciting, Heimlich?
Our first day of shooting.
Heimlich: Oh, ja, ja, it's so exciting.
Flik: I can't believe that you talked them
into making A Bug's Life 2.
Heimlich: Oh, ja, I can hardly believe it also.
But there's a little baby tiny thing I
forgot to tell you.
Flik: What's that, Heimlich?
Heimlich: Well, you know, it's a two movie,
but it's not A Bug's Life 2.
Flik: Well, then, I -- don't understand.
What is it then?
Crew: Marker. Action.
W: Bullseye, are you with me? Okay, good boy.
Prospector, how about you?
P: And so you two are absolutely identical?
You know, I'm sure I can get you a part
in Toy Story 3. I'm sorry. Are we back?
Oh! All right, girls. Lovely talking
with you. Yes, anytime you'd like some
tips on acting, I'd be glad to chat with
you. All right, off you go then.
Crew: Speed. Wait, wait, let me check focus.
ST1: So, did you make it into the first
Toy Story?
ST2: Well, if you look at the letterbox copy,
you can see my arm grabbing Woody's ankle.
ST3: What are you gonna do next?
ST2: Well, I'm up for this job in a toothpaste
commercial.
ST1: Wow. That's great.
ST3: Really?
MPH: And a dime. Call me. And monkey chow.
PH: Monkey chow? For what?
MPH: Well, for the monkeys, of course!
Come on, monkeys!
PH: That's it. I draw the line at monkeys.
Get my agent on the phone!
Crew: Marker. And action.
P: It's your choice, Woody. You can go back,
or you can stay with us and last forever.
Good heavens! Was that me? Oh! Oh, my!
I am so sorry. I guess that's why they
call me Stinky Pete. Whew!
Crew: Okay, let's cut.
TGB: We are so glad you came. Bye-bye. Bye-bye.
Bye-bye. Bye-bye now. Bye. Bye-bye. Remember,
please discard all candy wrappers and popcorn
containers in the nearest trash receptacle.
Thank you. Okay, bye-bye now. Bye-bye. Bye.
Okay. Are they all gone? Is every -- is
everybody gone? Huh? Good. Oh, my gosh,
my cheeks are killing me. I can't keep smiling
like this anymore. I am exhausted. I think
I need a break. A little break? Okay. Whew!