Toy Story 3

Money, money, money. Hey!

You got a date with justice, One-Eyed Bart.

Too bad, Sheriff. I'm a married man.

One-Eyed Betty!

Whoa! Whoa!

- (YELLING) - (MR POTATO HEAD CACKLING)

I think you dropped something, mister.

- Jessie? - Give it up, Bart!

You've reached the end of the line!

I always wanted to go out with a bang!

- Oh, no! - The orphans!

Hate to leave early, but our ride is here.

Ooh!

It's me or the kiddies, Sheriff. Take your pick.

Whoo-hoo!

- Ride like the wind, Bullseye! - Hee-yah!

Hold him steady!

Woody, hurry!

No!

Glad I could catch the train!

Now let's catch some criminals.

To infinity and beyond!

- (LAUGHS) - Whoo-hoo!

Ooh!

Reach for the sky.

You can't touch me, Sheriff!

I brought my attack dog with a built-in force field.

Well, I brought my dinosaur who eats force-field dogs.

Yodel-ay-hee-hoo!

Huh?

Evil Dr. Pork Chop!

That's MR Evil Dr. Pork Chop to you.

"Buzz, shoot your laser at my badge."

"Woody, no. It'll kill you." "Just do it!"

"You're going to jail, Bart." "Watch out!"

Mom!

No, no, no. Just keep playing. Just pretend I'm not here.

Oh, no, Molly!

No, it's okay, Mom. It's a 50-foot baby from outer space.

And she's on a rampage. Run for your lives!

Buster, get out of there. Does the red light mean it's going?

Come on. Say "Happy birthday" to Molly.

- Happy birthday! Oh, charming.

Happy birthday!

Look how tall you're getting.

Yeah! Whoo-hoo!

"I came as fast as I could. Buzz, behind you!"

"Got it, Woody."

Buzz Lightyear to the rescue!

"Good work, Buzz."

Yee-haw!

Okay, places, everyone. Come on, come on. Get in position.

Wait! I can't find my other eye.

- All right, whose foot's in my face? - It's mine. Give it back.

You have saved our lives. We are eternally grateful.

Buzz! Mind if I squeeze in next to ya?

Yes. No.

I mean, why would I mind squeezing next to you?

Is it hot in here?

Oh! Here they come!

Sarge, you got it?

Mission accomplished.

Hooray!

Careful. Careful!

Ooh! - Oh!

All right, guys. We got one shot at this. Everyone ready?

We're ready, Woody. Let's do it!

Okay, Buzz. Make the call.

Target is on approach.

Just like we rehearsed it, guys.

Hello?

Hello? Anyone there?

Molly, stay out of my room!

I wasn't in your room.

Then who was messing with my stuff?

It wasn't me.

Well, that went well.

He held me! He actually held me!

Oh, this is just sad.

Who we kiddin'? The kid's 17 years old.

We ain't ever gettin' played with.

Guys, hey, hold up.

We need a staff meeting. Everyone! A staff meeting!

Not again!

Oh, come on. Slink, gather everyone up.

Uh, we are gathered, Woody.

Okay. First off,

we all knew Operation Playtime was a long shot.

More like a misfire.

But we've always said this job isn't about getting played with. It's about...

Being there for Andy. We know.

But we can try again! Right?

I'm callin' it, guys. We're closing up shop.

What?

Andy's going to college any day now.

- That was our last shot. - (UNHAPPILY) Oh.

We're going into attic mode, folks.

Keep your accessories with you at all times.

Spare parts, batteries, anything you need for an orderly transition.

Orderly? Don't you get it? We're done! Finished! Over the hill!

Hey, hey, hey, now. Come on, guys. We all knew this day was coming.

Yeah, but now it's here.

Look, every toy goes through this. No one wants to see...

Hey, Sarge! What are you doing?

War's over, folks. Me and the boys are moving on.

- Moving on? - You're going AWOL?

We done our duty. Andy's grown up.

And let's face it, when the trash bags come out,

we army guys are the first to go.

- Trash bags? - Who said anything about trash bags?

It has been an honor serving with you. Good luck, folks.

You're gonna need it.

No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait, wait!

- (YELPS) We're getting thrown away? - No. No one's getting thrown away.

How do you know?

- (GASPING) We're being abandoned! - We'll be fine, Jessie.

- So why did Sarge leave? - Should we leave?

- I thought we were goin' to the attic. - Oh, I hate all this uncertainty!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on now. Wait a minute. Quiet!

No one's getting thrown out, okay? We're all still here.

I mean, yeah, we've lost friends along the way.

- Wheezy and Etch and... - Bo Peep?

Yeah. Even Bo.

All good toys who've gone on to new owners.

But through every yard sale, every spring cleaning, Andy held on to us!

He must care about us, or we wouldn't be here.

You wait. Andy's gonna tuck us in the attic. It'll be safe and warm...

- And we'll all be together. - Exactly!

There's games up there, and books, and...

- The race car track! - The race car track. Thank you!

- And the old TV. - There you go, the old TV.

And those guys from the Christmas decorations box. They're fun, right?

- (MR POTATO HEAD MUMBLES) - Yeah.

And someday, if we're lucky, Andy may have kids of his own.

And he'll play with us then, right?

We'll always be there for him.

Come on, guys. Let's get our parts together, get ready,

and go out on a high note.

I'd better find my other eye.

Where'd you leave it this time?

Someplace dark. And dusty.

Come on. Let's see how much we're going for on eBay.

Don't worry. Andy's gonna take care of us. I guarantee it!

You guarantee it, huh?

I don't know, Buzz. What else could I say?

Well, whatever happens, at least we'll all be together.

For infinity and beyond.

Can I have your stereo? No.

Why not? 'Cause I'm taking it with me.

- Can I have your computer? - No.

- Your video games? - Forget it, Molly.

Okay. Andy, let's get to work here.

Anything you're not taking to college either goes in the attic, or it's trash.

- Mom, I'm not leaving till Friday. - Come on. It's garbage day.

- Mom. - Look, it's simple.

Skateboard, college. Little League trophy, probably attic.

Apple core, trash. You can do the rest.

Why do you still have these toys?

Molly, out of my room!

Three more days and it's mine!

Molly, you're not off the hook either.

You have more toys than you know what to do with.

Some of them could make other kids really happy.

What kids?

The children at the daycare. They're always asking for donations.

What's daycare? - (WOODY SHUSHING)

Mom. No buts.

You choose the toys you want to donate, I'll drop them off at Sunnyside.

Poor Barbie.

I get the Corvette.

Andy, come on. You need to start making decisions.

Like what?

Like what are you gonna do with these toys?

- Should we donate them to Sunnyside? - No.

Maybe sell them online?

Mom, no one's gonna want those old toys.

They're junk.

Fine. You have till Friday.

Anything that's not packed for college or in the attic

- is getting thrown out. - (SIGHS) Whatever you say, Mom.