Robot Chicken (season 8)

Secret of the Flushed Footlong [8.17]

Woody: Guys, look what Andy's aunt got him from Gwyneth Paltrow's website. Say "hi" to Pinko!

Pinko: [a block of wood with pieces of string attached to it] Hello.

Mr. Potato Head: What are you?

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?!

Pinko: You keep body parts in your trunk. You know who else did that? Jeffrey Dahmer! And didn't you strap a bear to the grill of a truck to teach him a lesson? Who are you, the Mafia?!

[Andy is heard opening the door]

Woody: Hey, shhh! Andy's coming!

[The toys become lifeless]

Pinko: I can't wait to begin growing creatively with Andy!

[Andy picks up Pinko and reads the text on his back]

Andy: "I am Pinko. You decide what I am." [scoffs] Okay. You're trash!

[Andy throws Pinko into his trash bin and walks out of his room as the toys come back to life]

Pinko: Hey, can someone give me a hand?!

Buzz: Who says these are hands? Ha ha ha ha! [high fives Woody]