Mrs. Davis Look, it's simple. Skateboard? College! Little League trophy? Probably attic. Apple core? Trash.
[she picks a green apple core off his dresser and drops it in the bag] Rex At last, I'm gonna get played with! Buzz Uh, Rex? Rex Come to Papa! Woody Look, I just need to get out of here... Buttercup There is no way out! [Woody stares at him in horror] Just kidding. Door's right over there. [he points]