Crossing Jordan Lily: : Detective Wood, right?
Woody: : Yeah, Woody.
Lily: : Woody, huh?

Cheers Woody: Can I pour you a draft, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: A little early, isn't it, Woody?
Woody: For a beer?
Norm: No, for stupid questions.

Crossing Jordan [Jordan wakes Woody at his office desk.]
Jordan: Woody. Time for school.
Woody: Five more minutes, mama.
Jordan: Mama? I haven't heard that one in a while.

Cheers Woody: It's just a small part in a commercial, but I don't know if I can pull it off.
Norm: What do you play?
Woody: A bartender.
Sam: Woody, you are a bartender.
Woody: But in this commercial, I have to serve drinks.
Sam: Woody, you serve drinks all the time.
Woody: But I have to talk and serve drinks.
Sam: You talk and serve drinks everyday.
Woody: Now you've made me nervous about working here.

Crossing Jordan Nigel: Woody, Woody, Woody… I promise that I will keep an open mind, okay? And anyway, "sensitivity" is my middle name.
[He opens the door.]
Nigel: SWEET MARY IN THE MANGER!

Cheers Sam: Woody, this is Carla Tortelli.
Woody: Hi ma'am.
Carla: Ma'am? What's that supposed to mean?
Woody: I believe it's a term of respect.
Carla: No wonder it sounded so weird.

Cheers Norm: Are you in pain, Woody?
Woody: No, I was just thinkin'.
Norm: Yeah, the first time's always the worst.
Woody: Who do you think Sam's gonna propose to, tonight?
Carla: What're you babblin' about, Billy Bob Joe Jim?

Toy Story [the rocket Woody and Buzz are strapped to launches into the air, taking the two into the sky]
Woody: This is the part where we blow up!
Buzz: Not today!
[Buzz activates his wings, cutting the tape that binds him to the rocket]
Woody: AAH!
[he covers his eyes in fear, but just as they are about to hit the ground, Buzz soars up carrying Woody]
Woody: Hey, Buzz! You're flying!
Buzz: This isn't flying. This is falling with style!
Woody: (laughs) To infinity and beyond!

Cheers Sam: What are you doing there?
Woody: Miss Howe put moi in charge of refreshments for the book club.
Sam: Yeah, but what are those?
Woody: Finger sandwiches. You know, the part that takes the most time is getting that middle knuckle right.
Sam: Woody, they don't actually have to look like fingers.
Woody: Yeah right.

Mystery Science Theater 3000 [Mick, a rival gang leader, admonishes Woody]
Mick: You're nothin'.
Joel [as Woody]: Oh yeah? Well you're a... dumb... head.
Mick: I mean, back where you came from you may be somethin', but—
Crow [as Woody]: Nope. Pretty much squat there, too.