Lois January

The Scarecrow: Oh, oh, what's happening, what is it? I can't run anymore. Oh, I'm so sleepy...

The Scarecrow: Here, give us your hands and we'll pull you along!

Dorothy: Oh no no, please, I have to rest for just a minute. Toto, where's Toto?

[she falls down, asleep]

The Scarecrow: Oh you can't rest now, we're nearly there!

[Tin Man starts crying]

The Scarecrow: Don't cry! You'll rust yourself again!

The Cowardly Lion: Come to think of it, forty winks wouldn't be bad...

[he sags]

The Scarecrow: [trying to hold him up] Don't you start too!

The Tin Man: [grabbing him] No! We'd better try and carry Dorothy!

The Scarecrow: I don't think I could... but we could try!

The Tin Man: Let's!

The Scarecrow: Yes!

[the lion collapses]

The Tin Man: Oh, now look at him! This is terrible!

The Scarecrow: Here, Tin Man, help me!

[they tug at Dorothy]

The Scarecrow: Oh, this is terrible! Can't budge her an inch! This is a spell, this is!

The Tin Man: It's the Wicked Witch! What'll we do? Help! HELP!

The Scarecrow: It's no use screaming at a time like this! Nobody will hear you!... Help, HEEEEELLLLP!

The Wizard of Oz: They have one thing you haven't got: a diploma. Therefore, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Universitartus Committiartum E Pluribus Unum, I hereby confer upon you the honorary degree of ThD.

The Scarecrow: ThD?

The Wizard of Oz: That's... Doctor of Thinkology.