Toy Story 21999

[right when the Prospector is out of his box, he screws the heat duct back in place to prevent the rest of the gang's escape]

Jessie:
Prospector?!

Woody:
You're outta your box!

Prospector:
I tried reasoning with you, Woody, but you keep forcing me to take extreme measures.

[he taps his axe onto the remote, turning off the TV]

Woody:
Wait a minute, you turned on the TV last night, not Jessie!

Prospector:
Look, we have an eternity to spend together at the museum. Let's not start by pointing fingers, shall we?

Woody:
You really are Stinky Pete, aren't you?

Jessie:
Prospector, this isn't fair!

Prospector:
Fair? I'll tell you what's not fair: Spending a lifetime on a dime-store shelf watching every other toy be sold! Well, finally my waiting has paid off, and no hand-me-down cowboy doll is gonna mess it up for me now!

[he throws his box back into his display case]

Woody:
Buzz! Help, Buzz! Guys!

Prospector:
It's too late, Woody! That silly Buzz Lightweight can't help you.

Woody:
His name is Buzz Lightyear!

Prospector:
Whatever. I've always hated those upstart space toys. [climbs back into his box]