Woody: Okay, it's two o'clock. The bell at Sunnyside has rung, so Bonnie is officially on her winter break. Soon she'll be flying off to...
Buzz Lightyear: Hay-way-I.
Woody: It's Hawaii, Buzz. Does everybody have a vacation plan?
Trixie: Rex and I have been working on our massively multiplayer, online, role-playing game profiles.
Computer Voice: The Rexing Ball!
Rex: That's me! Can you make my arms bigger?
Trixie: Oh, yeah. Enhancing.
Rex: Oh, yes!
Buttercup: Potato Head, you in?
Mrs. Potato Head: Sorry, fellas. He's all mine.
Mr. Potato Head: We're going to have a fun-filled week, just the two of us. Deal me in.
Mr. Pricklepants: Thank you all for coming to the audition. Number one, action.
LGM 1: Oooh.
Mr. Pricklepants: Dreadful. Next.
LGM 2: Oooh.
Mr. Pricklepants: Horrifying. Next.
LGM 3: Oooh.
Mr. Pricklepants: Brilliant!
Peas-in-a-Pod: Bonnie's coming!
Bonnie: Vacation to Hawaii! Going on vacation! Vacation, vacation.
Bonnie’s Mom: Bonnie!
Bonnie: Coming, Mom! Bye, toys.
Woody: All right, folks, let the relaxing begin.
Rex: Hooray!
Woody: Ready to lose at checkers, Slink?
Slinky Dog: When pigs fly.
Hamm: Actually, I had an uncle who was a pilot.
Buttercup: Really?
Hamm: No, not really.
Ken: Here's your bag, Barbie. You can put my luggage right here.
Barbie: Ken, this is so exciting!
Ken: Picture! Say "sunscreen."
Barbie: Sunscreen.
Ken: Perfect. Ka-click.
Woody: Barbie? Ken?
Ken: Woody? Hey! You guys are in Hawaii, too! Groovy. We stowed away in Bonnie's backpack. How did you guys get here?
Woody: Ken, this is Bonnie's bedroom.
Ken: What?
Dolly: And there she goes.
Ken: No. No, no. No, no. No! Bonnie! You can't go. Not without the backpack.
Mr. Potato Head: Let me get this straight. You thought Bonnie would take her school backpack on vacation?
Hamm: Oh, boy.
Ken: Hawaii! You have to take us to Hawaii!
Captain Zip: Sorry, sir. I just zip and unzip. I don't actually fly.
Barbie: Hey? Ken?
Ken: I... I'll be right back.
Barbie: He's been planning this vacation for months.
Dolly: Wow. That's a lot of numbering. Did he do that all by himself?
Barbie: Ken doesn't know I know, but this is where he planned to have our very first kiss.
Mr. Potato Head: You haven't kissed yet?
Barbie: It would have been the perfect vacation. Ken, could you please come out here?
Ken: No!
Barbie: (offscreen) I can't decide if this handbag matches my shoes.
Ken: Well, are you wearing the pumps or the espadrilles?
Jessie: Aloha!
Woody: Welcome to paradise. We've got the vacation of your dreams all planned out for you!
Mr. Potato Head: Welcome to the Bonnielikeoke Motel.
Ken: I thought we were staying in a resort.
Mr. Potato Head: Welcome to the Bonnielikeoke Resort.
Ken: This is great!
Buzz Lightyear: "Immerse yourself in a whole new world when you go deep sea diving!"
Ken: I've got the perfect outfit! Whoa, look at that.
Barbie: Beautiful.
Hamm: Watch this. Shark Week.
Buttercup: Nice.
Buzz Lightyear: Next up, a guided nature hike.
Mrs. Potato Head: There's the official Hawaiian state bird, the Nene.
Rex: Nay-nay.
Ken: Ka-click.
Mrs. Potato Head: And the state fish, the humuhumunukunukuapua'a.
Ken: Ka-click.
Mrs. Potato Head: And a pineapple.
Mr. Potato Head: How you doing?
Ken: Ka-click.
Trixie: Psst. You're not wearing any pants.
Woody: Ride like the wind, Bullseye!
Ken: Ride like the wind, Buttercup!
Buttercup: Okay! Get off me.
Barbie: You're really rippin' those curls, Ken.
Ken: Watch me hang ten, Babs.
Dolly: Gin.
Ken: (offscreen) I'm okay.
Mr. Pricklepants: Dinner is served.
Hamm: I should've seen this coming.
Jessie: The entertainment will start in just a moment. Hey, Buzz!
Buzz Lightyear: (in Spanish) Hello, ladies and gentlemen.
Woody: Barbie, we're almost ready for the place where you have your first...
Barbie: Thanks, but I got this one covered. Hey, Ken, come with me for a minute.
Ken: Oh, okay.
Jessie: Woody, the beach is all set.
Buzz Lightyear: (in Spanish) We removed the poop from the kitty litter.
Mrs. Potato Head: Spanish is so beautiful!
Slinky Dog: Hey, everybody, look out the window. What are they doing out there?
Buttercup: It's got to be a bazillion degrees below.
Hamm: Good thing they wore the 1982 Winter Weekend Collection.
Woody: Looks like she does have this one covered.
Dolly: Ka-click.
Mrs. Potato Head: How romantic!
Mr. Potato Head: Yeah. Until they fall off the deck.
Hamm: I'll get the shovel.
Buzz Lightyear: Best vacation ever.
Woody: Yeah.