玩具总动员3 Toy Story 3 (2010)【完整台词】

Well, whatever happens,
at least we'll all be together.

WOODY: For infinity and beyond.

MOLLY: Can I have your stereo?
ANDY: No.

MOLLY: Why not?
ANDY: 'Cause I'm taking it with me.

(GASPING)

- Can I have your computer?
- No.

- Your video games?
- Forget it, Molly.

Okay. Andy, let's get to work here.

Anything you're not taking to college
either goes in the attic, or it's trash.

- Mom, I'm not leaving till Friday.
- Come on. It's garbage day.

- Mom.
- Look, it's simple.

Skateboard, college.
Little League trophy, probably attic.

Apple core, trash. You can do the rest.

Why do you still have these toys?

(SIGHS) Molly, out of my room!

Three more days and it's mine!

Molly, you're not off the hook either.

You have more toys
than you know what to do with.

Some of them could make
other kids really happy.

What kids?

The children at the daycare.
They're always asking for donations.

- REX: What's daycare?
- (WOODY SHUSHING)

MOLLY: Mom.
ANDY'S MOM: No buts.

You choose the toys you want to
donate, I'll drop them off at Sunnyside.

(SIGHING)

JESSIE: Poor Barbie.

HAMM: I get the Corvette.

Andy, come on.
You need to start making decisions.

Like what?

Like what are you gonna do
with these toys?

- Should we donate them to Sunnyside?
- No.

Maybe sell them online?

Mom, no one's gonna want
those old toys.

They're junk.

Fine. You have till Friday.

Anything that's not packed for college
or in the attic

- is getting thrown out.
- (SIGHS) Whatever you say, Mom.

(EXHALING)

(GASPING)

(GASPING)

- What's happening?
- We're getting thrown out, you idiot.

That's what's happening.

(SIGHING)

(GRUNTING)

- You need a hand?
- I got it.

Here.

So, you gonna miss me
when I'm gone?

- If I say no, do I still get your room?
- Nope.

MOLLY: Then, yes, I'll miss you.

(GASPING) I can't breathe!

- Oh, this can't be happening!
- Quiet! What's that sound?

(LADDER CREAKING)

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Oh!

Andy! (SIGHS)

(GASPS) That's not trash.
That's not trash!

Think, think, Woody.
Think, think, think. Oh!

(WHISTLES)

Buster! Come here, boy! Come here!

Okay, boy. To the curb! Hee-yah!

(YAWNING)

(WOODY GRUNTS)

(STRAINING) No, Buster! No!

WOODY: Get up. Buster!

(PANTING)

Oh!

(GASPS)

- We're on the curb!
- Oh, I knew it would come to this!

Pull, everyone! Pull!

(SCREAMS)

- REX: It won't rip!
- Oh, forget it!

It's triple-ply,
high-density polyethylene!

There's gotta be a way out!

Oh, Andy doesn't want us.
What's the point?

Point. Point. Point!

Push! Push!

I can hear the garbage truck!

It's getting closer.

(HUMMING GUITAR RIFFS)

(EXCLAIMING IN DISGUST)

Oh!

Buzz! Jessie!

(SOFT CLINKING)

(SIGHS IN RELIEF)

- Andy threw us out.
- Like we were garbage.

- Junk. He called us junk.
- How could he?

(CRYING)

This doesn't make any sense.

I should have seen this coming.
It's Emily all over again.

- Sarge was right.
- Yeah, and Woody was wrong.

Wait a minute. Wait, hold on.
This is no time to be hysterical.

It's the perfect time to be hysterical.

- Should we be hysterical?
- No!

- Yes!
- Maybe! But not right now!

Yee-haw! Fellas, I know what to do.

What the heck?

- Oh, we should've done this years ago.
- Jessie, wait. What about Woody?

He's fine, Buzz.
Andy's taking him to college.

Now we need to go!

You're right. Come on.

- Buzz?
- Woody!

What's going on? Don't you know
this box is being donated?

It's under control, Woody.
We have a plan.

We're going to daycare!

Daycare?
What, have you all lost your marbles?

Well, didn't you see?
Andy threw us away.

No, no, no, no.
He was putting you in the attic.

Attic? So how did we
end up on the curb?

That was a mistake.
Andy's mom thought you were trash.

Yeah. After he put us in a trash bag.

And called us junk!

Yeah, I know. It looks bad.
But, guys, you gotta believe me.

Sure thing, college boy!

Andy's moving on, Woody.
It's time we did the same.

Okay. Out of the box.
Everyone, right now!

Come on, Buzz. Give me a hand.
We gotta get this thing outta here.

Woody, wait. We need to figure out
what's best for everyone.

Oh, great. Great! It's gonna take us
forever to get back here.

(CRYING)

Oh, it's all right, Barbie. You'll be okay.

Well, Molly and I have been
growing apart for years.

It's just... I can't believe
she would throw me away!

Welcome to the club, toots.

Okay, everyone, listen up. We can get
back to Andy's, but we gotta move fast.

We'll hide under the seats
till we get back home.

Get it through your vinyl noggin,
Woody.

Andy doesn't want us anymore.

He was putting you in the attic!

He left us on the curb!

- All right, calm down! Both of you!
- Okay, fine. Fine.

Just wait till you see
what daycare's like.

- Why? What's it like?
- Daycare is a sad, lonely place

for washed-up old toys
who have no owners.

(BAWLING)

- Quite the charmer, aren't ya?
- WOODY: Oh, you'll see.

As soon as we get to daycare,
you'll be begging to go home.

(THUD)

Can anyone see anything?

JESSIE: (GASPS)
There's a playground!

BUZZ: Wow!

We hit the jackpot, Bullseye!

HAMM: So much for sad
and lonely, huh?

Okay. Calm down, guys.
Let's just keep this in perspective.

Perspective? This place is perfect.

Woody, it's nice! See?
The door has a rainbow on it.

(BUZZING DOOR OPEN)

- Hey there!
- BONNIE'S MOM: Wow!

Haven't seen you in ages.

I just wanted to drop these old toys off.

Is this Bonnie? Look how big you are.

- BONNIE'S MOM: Say hi, sweetie.
- Hi.

BONNIE'S MOM: Hey, how are
your kids? Molly and Andy?

ANDY'S MOM: Not kids anymore.
Andy's going to college on Friday.

- BONNIE'S MOM: What?
- Can you believe it?

- You sure they won't miss these?
- No, they never get played with.

- You see any kids?
- (GASPS) Where is she taking us?

(CHILDREN CHATTERING SOFTLY)

JESSIE: Look!
MR. POTATO HEAD: Wow!

What? What is it?

(BOTH ROARING)

No, no, no.

What's the matter with you?

(EXCLAIMS) I can't see!

(BELL RINGING)

Okay, everyone. Recess. Come on!

CHILDREN: Yay!

HAMM: So now what do we do?
WOODY: We go back to Andy's.

Anyone see an exit?

MR. POTATO HEAD: Exit, shmexit.
Let's get played with.

BUZZ: Careful. These toys might be
jealous of new arrivals.

- I want to see!
- HAMM: Hey!

- Rex!
- It's my turn!

New toys!

(ALL CHEERING)

Well, howdy! Glad to meet ya.

Buzz Lightyear at your service.

(CHUCKLES) Boy, oh, boy, oh, boy.

(LAUGHING)

Oh. Thank you. May I?

Ooh! (LAUGHS)