Psst! Hey Buzz!
Get over here and see if you can get this toolbox off me!
Oh, come on Buzz.
I can't do this without you.
I need your help.
I can't. I can't help anyone.
Why, sure you can Buzz.
You can get me out of here
and then I'll get that rocket off
you, and we'll make a break for
Andy's house.
Andy's house.
Sid's house.
What's the difference?
Buzz, you've had a big fall.
You must NOT be thinking clearly!
No, Woody.
For the first time,
I AM thinking clearly.
You were right all along.
I'm not a Space Ranger.
I'm just a toy.
A STUPID, LITTLE, INSIGNIFICANT TOY.
Whoa, hey.
Wait a minute.
Being a toy is a lot better
than being a Space Ranger.
No, it is!
Look, over there in that house is a kid
who thinks you are the greatest and
it's not because you're a Space Ranger, pal.
It's because you're his toy.
YOU ARE HIS TOY!
But why would Andy want me?
Why would Andy want you?
Look at you!
You're a Buzz Lightyear!
Any other toy would give up
his moving parts just to be you.
You've got wings,
you glow in the dark,
you talk,
your helmet does that...
that whoosh thing.
You're a cool toy.
As a matter of fact, you're too cool.
I mean - what chance does a toy like me
have against a Buzz Lightyear action figure.
All I can do it this:
THERE'S A SNAKE IN MY BOOT!
Why would Andy ever wanna play with me,
when he's got you?
I'm the one that should be strapped to that rocket...