[Right when the Prospector is out of his box, he rudely screws the heat duct back in place to prevent the rest of the gang's escape.] [shocked]
Prospector?!
You're out of your box!
I tried reasoning with you, Woody, but you keep forcing me to take extreme measures. [angrily taps his pickaxe onto the remote, turning off the TV]
Wait a minute. You turned on the TV last night, not Jessie!
Look, we have an eternity to spend together at the museum. Let's not start off by pointing fingers, shall we?
You really are Stinky Pete, aren't you?
Prospector, this isn't fair!
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! [angrily throws his box back into his display case]
Buzz! [struggles to open the duct] Help, Buzz! Guys!
It's too late, Woody! That silly Buzz Lightweight can't help you.
His name is Buzz Lightyear!
Whatever. [opens his box] I've always hated those upstart space toys. [angrily climbs back into his box]
