Pinko: I am a Swedish creativity object, designed in conjunction with free space theory, which encourages cognitive freedom. [to Woody] For instance, your cowboy concept restricts imaginative thinking, whereas I am conceptually neutral. Andy chooses what I am, not the manufacturer.
Mr. Potato Head: I already hate this prick!
Buzz Lightyear: Hey, stop that! We're all friends here, Mr. Potato Head. Pinko, let me be the first to welcome you and shake your hand!
Pinko: How CAN I shake your hand?
Buzz: Uh, with your hand right there. [points to Pinko's string]
Pinko: Who said that's a "hand"? Maybe I'm a magical train and that "hand" is a wheel? Maybe I'm a candy making machine, or a hotel for tiny clowns? My concept will come from Andy's brain, not yours.
Buzz: Whoa! No need to get upset, man.
Pinko: "Man"? How dare you! Maybe I'm a woman? Maybe I'm an asexual space creature? Andy should decide, and not be forced into your narrow, violent worldview.
Woody: Violent?! We are NOT violent toys!
Pinko: Really?! What is that holster used for? Probably not organic fruit snacks. [to Buzz] And I bet that laser isn't meant for pointing to things in a classroom setting. [points to Rex] That is a Tyrannosaurus Rex - A.K.A. nature's perfect killer! [to Mr. Potato Head] And you're the most frightening toy of all!
Mr. Potato Head: What, because of my acerbic point of view?!
