Toy Story 32010

[the Chatter Telephone rings; Woody picks up his receiver]

Woody:
Hello?

Chatter Telephone:
You shouldn't have come back, cowboy. They've cracked down hard since you left - more guards, more patrols... You and your friends ain't ever gettin' out of here now.

Woody:
I made it out once.

Telephone:
You got lucky once. Want my advice? Keep your heads down. You'll survive.

Woody:
Yeah, for how long?

Telephone:
I've been here years; they'll never break me. There's only one way toys leave this place. [Both see the janitor dropping a broken toy train down the trash chute] Poor fella. Trash truck comes at dawn, then it's off to the dump.

Woody:
Look, I appreciate your concern, old-timer, but we have a kid waiting for us. Now we're leaving. If you'd help us, one toy to another, I'd sure be grateful.

Telephone:
[sighs] Well... if you're gonna get out, first things you're gonna get through is the doors. Locked every night, inside and out, keys are left on a hook in the office.

Woody:
Got it. What else?

Telephone:
Lotso has trucks patrolling all night long. Hallway, lobby, playground...

Woody:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, but what about the wall?

Telephone:
Eight feet high, cinder block - no way through it. You go over, or under.

Woody:
That's it? It doesn't seem so bad.

Telephone:
It's not. Your real problem's the Monkey. The Monkey's the eye in the sky. He sees everything... classrooms, hallways, even the playground. You can unlock doors, sneak past guards, climb the wall - but if you don't take out that Monkey, you ain't goin' nowhere. You wanna get outta here? GET RID OF THAT MONKEY!