(..) just us toys. I'd better take a look anyway. Why is that soldier strapped to an explosive device? That's why, Sid. Sure is a hairy fellow. No, no, that's Scud, you idiot. That is Sid. -You mean that happy child? -That ain't no happy child. He tortures toys, just for fun! Well, then we've got (..)

(..) -You're almost home. -Nirvana is coming. -The mystic portal awaits. -Will you be quiet? You guys don't get it, do you? Once we go into Sid's house, we won't be coming out. Whoa, Scud! Hey, boy! Sit! Good boy. -Hey, I got something for you, boy. -Freeze! Ready, set, now! Hannah! Hey, Hannah! -What? (..)