Toy Story That Time Forgot

Angel Kitty:
Be grateful for your gifts. They are all around you.

Angel Kitty:
Limitations are the shackles we bind to ourselves.

Woody:
Trixie, the dinosaurs aren't playing! They were never playing! THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW THEY'RE TOYS!

Buzz Lightyear:
Incredible, isn't it?

Mr. Pricklepants:
Remember, you must inhabit the part. It's not enough to play the dinosaur, you must be the dinosaur.

Trixie:
But I am the dinosaur.

Mr. Pricklepants:
Perfect! Now, go out there and sparkle!

Buzz Lightyear:
The way Bonnie's mind works is a mystery to science.

The Cleric:
Leave your offerings and begone.

Reptillus Maximus:
But wise cleric, aren't all dinosaurs welcome in Battleopolis?

The Cleric:
Fine, but make them presentable. I find their lack of armor... disturbing.

Woody:
Hello, there. I'm Woody... [Reptilicus passes by him and heads towards Trixie]... and nobody cares.

Buzz Lightyear:
Oh, I get it! You're glad Mason got the Ultimate X.

The Cleric:
Yes. He plays there, while I rule here. My Battlesaurs have no need for play. They have everything they need, content in their ignorance.

Guard #1:
Duh, what's ignorance?

Guard #2:
I dunno.

Jessie:
Don't worry, Trixie. I'm sure you'll be a dinosaur next time.

Rex:
Andy used to play with me as a dinosaur all the time.

Mr. Potato Head:
Me too. It's not all it's cracked up to be.

Trixie:
Then how would I know?

Mr. Potato Head:
Good point.

Trixie:
Maximus, your world is bigger than you know. Let me show you what you are.

Reptillus Maximus:
But I'm a Battlesaur!

Trixie:
But you can be so much more.

Trixie:
You can be a dinosaur, a baby reindeer, anything your child needs you to be. It's about being there for your child. It's about...

Reptillus Maximus:
...surrender.

Jessie:
So, how was the playdate?

Woody:
Oh, nothing much. Just a crash landing on another planet.

Buzz Lightyear:
Reptilian people, hand to hand combat...

Rex:
And I was a lumbering mindless automaton!

Mr. Potato Head:
Well, that part adds up.

Reptillus Maximus:
Farewell, Trixie of the Bonn-yee tribe. My heart will burn bright until the moment you return. Thursday around 4:30.

Woody:
Trixie, the Battlesaurs are not playing. They've never been played with. They don't even know they're toys!

Buzz:
Incredible, isn't it?

Mason:
Oh, what planet is he from?!

Bonnie:
Neptune... or maybe Florida.

Angel Kitty:
Greet the world with an open heart.

Angel Kitty:
The joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you.

The Cleric:
I find their lack of armour…disturbing.

Trixie:
Everyone needs an apartment shaped like their own head.