Ken: Hi, I'm Ken.
Barbie: Barbie. Have we ever met?
Ken: No. I would have remembered.
(Barbie giggles)
Ken: Love your leg warmers!
Barbie: Nice ascot...
Barbie: Barbie. Have we ever met?
Ken: No. I would have remembered.
(Barbie giggles)
Ken: Love your leg warmers!
Barbie: Nice ascot...
Woody: Uh... hello?
Chatter Telephone: Ya shouldn't have come back, cowboy. They've cracked down hard since you left. More guards, more patrols. You and your friends ain't ever gettin' outta here now.
Woody: I made it out once.
Chatter Telephone: You got lucky once. Want my advice? Keep your heads down. You’ll survive.
Woody: Yeah? For how long?
Chatter Telephone: [squints his eyes] I've been here years. They'll never break me. There's only one way toys leave this place. [looks over a window and sees a janitor dumping a broken toy train into the chute. Woody just shudders] Poor fella. Trash truck comes at dawn. Then it's off to the dump.
Woody: I appreciate your concern, old timer. But we have a kid waiting for us. Now we're leaving. If you’d help us — one toy to another — I'd sure be grateful.
Chatter Telephone: [sighs] Well, if you're gonna get out, first thing you gotta get through's the doors. [scenes of doors being locked shut. Keys are left dangling in the office] Locked every night, inside and out. Keys are left on a hook in the office.
Woody: Got it. What else?
[scenes of toy trucks patrolling the empty rooms, hallways and the playground]
Chatter Telephone: Lotso has trucks patrolling all night long. Hallway. Lobby. Playground.
Woody: Yeah, yeah... What about the wall?
[scenes of searchlight tracking cinderblock wall of playground]
Chatter Telephone: Eight feet high. Cinderblock. No way through it. You go over or under.
Woody: That’s it? Doesn’t seem so bad.
Chatter Telephone: It’s not. Your real problem’s the monkey.
[scene of the Cymbal-banging Monkey sitting at security console, monitoring the screens]
Chatter Telephone: The monkey is the eye in the sky. He sees everything. Classrooms... [scene of a toy bunny trying to escape, but the Monkey spots him and screeches through the PA system while banging on his cymbals, alerting Lotso's cronies of the toy's escape attempt, with Big Baby lurching menacingly] ...Hallways... [scene of patrol trucks passing by a dark hallway. A toy penguin peeks out of a potted plant, jumps to the floor and tries to bail out to the front door but the Monkey spots his attempt and begins screeching, sending the guards to corner him] ...Even the playground. [scene of three toys trying to escape by using a dart gun to scale the wall. Yet again, the Monkey screeches, alerting the guards] You can unlock doors, sneak past guards, climb the wall. But if you don’t take out that monkey, you ain't goin' nowhere. Ya wanna get outta here? Get rid of that monkey!
Chatter Telephone: Ya shouldn't have come back, cowboy. They've cracked down hard since you left. More guards, more patrols. You and your friends ain't ever gettin' outta here now.
Woody: I made it out once.
Chatter Telephone: You got lucky once. Want my advice? Keep your heads down. You’ll survive.
Woody: Yeah? For how long?
Chatter Telephone: [squints his eyes] I've been here years. They'll never break me. There's only one way toys leave this place. [looks over a window and sees a janitor dumping a broken toy train into the chute. Woody just shudders] Poor fella. Trash truck comes at dawn. Then it's off to the dump.
Woody: I appreciate your concern, old timer. But we have a kid waiting for us. Now we're leaving. If you’d help us — one toy to another — I'd sure be grateful.
Chatter Telephone: [sighs] Well, if you're gonna get out, first thing you gotta get through's the doors. [scenes of doors being locked shut. Keys are left dangling in the office] Locked every night, inside and out. Keys are left on a hook in the office.
Woody: Got it. What else?
[scenes of toy trucks patrolling the empty rooms, hallways and the playground]
Chatter Telephone: Lotso has trucks patrolling all night long. Hallway. Lobby. Playground.
Woody: Yeah, yeah... What about the wall?
[scenes of searchlight tracking cinderblock wall of playground]
Chatter Telephone: Eight feet high. Cinderblock. No way through it. You go over or under.
Woody: That’s it? Doesn’t seem so bad.
Chatter Telephone: It’s not. Your real problem’s the monkey.
[scene of the Cymbal-banging Monkey sitting at security console, monitoring the screens]
Chatter Telephone: The monkey is the eye in the sky. He sees everything. Classrooms... [scene of a toy bunny trying to escape, but the Monkey spots him and screeches through the PA system while banging on his cymbals, alerting Lotso's cronies of the toy's escape attempt, with Big Baby lurching menacingly] ...Hallways... [scene of patrol trucks passing by a dark hallway. A toy penguin peeks out of a potted plant, jumps to the floor and tries to bail out to the front door but the Monkey spots his attempt and begins screeching, sending the guards to corner him] ...Even the playground. [scene of three toys trying to escape by using a dart gun to scale the wall. Yet again, the Monkey screeches, alerting the guards] You can unlock doors, sneak past guards, climb the wall. But if you don’t take out that monkey, you ain't goin' nowhere. Ya wanna get outta here? Get rid of that monkey!
Where's your kid now, Sheriff?
— Lotso
So long, partner...
—Woody
Now Woody... he's been my pal for as long as I can remember. He's brave. Like a cowboy should be. And kind... and smart. But the thing that makes Woody special is that he'll never give up on you... Ever. He'll be there for you, no matter what. Think you can take care of him for me...?
—Andy ( as he gives Woody to Bonnie )
I haven't cried like this since Toy Story 3.
— Raj, The Big Bang Theory
