- Reptillus Maximus: Farewell, Trixie of the Bonn-yee tribe. My heart will burn bright until the moment you return. Thursday around 4:30.
- Woody: Trixie, the Battlesaurs are not playing! They've never been played with! THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW THEY'RE TOYS!
- Buzz Lightyear: Incredible, isn't it?
- Trixie: You can be a dinosaur, a baby reindeer, anything your child needs you to be. It's about being there for your child. It's about...
- Reptillus Maximus: ...surrender.
- Mr. Pricklepants: Remember, you must inhabit the part. It's not enough to play the dinosaur, you must be the dinosaur.
- Trixie: But I am the dinosaur.
- Mr. Pricklepants: Perfect! Now, go out there and sparkle!
- The Cleric: Leave your offerings and begone.
- Reptillus Maximus: But wise cleric, aren't all dinosaurs welcome in Battleopolis?
- The Cleric: Fine, but make them presentable. I find their lack of armor... disturbing.
- Buzz Lightyear: Oh, I get it! You're glad Mason got the Ultimate X.
- The Cleric: Yes. He plays there, while I rule here. My Battlesaurs have no need for play. They have everything they need, content in their ignorance.
- Guard #1: Duh, what's ignorance?
- Guard #2: I dunno.
- Jessie: Don't worry, Trixie. I'm sure you'll be a dinosaur next time.
- Rex: Andy used to play with me as a dinosaur all the time.
- Mr. Potato Head: Me too. It's not all it's cracked up to be.
- Trixie: Then how would I know?
- Mr. Potato Head: Good point.
- Trixie: Maximus, your world is bigger than you know. Let me show you what you are.
- Reptillus Maximus: But I'm a Battlesaur!
- Trixie: But you can be so much more.
- Jessie: So, how was the playdate?
- Woody: Oh, nothing much. Just a crash landing on another planet.
- Buzz Lightyear: Reptilian people, hand to hand combat...
- Rex: And I was a lumbering mindless automaton!
- Mr. Potato Head: Well, that part adds up.