Woody: Boy, this sure beats taking the bus, doesn't it? Just you and me, the open road. I'm getting kind of tired of driving. What do you say we park somewhere and look at the stars for a while?
Kelly: Oh, that sounds nice, Woody.
Woody: [shouts to the car behind] Hey, Sam, where's a good place to go next?
Sam: [o.s.] Make a right at the light! And not so fast this time!