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[Dorothy, the Scarecrow, and the Tin Man watch as the Wicked Witch of the West vanishes into a fireball]
The Scarecrow: I'm not afraid of her! I'll see you get safely to the Wizard now, whether I get a brain or not. Stuff a mattress with me. Ha!
The Tin Man: I'll see you reach the Wizard, whether I get a heart or not. Beehive, bah! Let her try and make a beehive out of me!
[snaps his fingers with a clunking sound]
Dorothy: Oh, you're the best friends anybody ever had. And it's funny, but I feel as if I'd known you all the time, but I couldn't have, could I?
The Scarecrow: I don't see how. You weren't around when I was stuffed and sewn together, were you?
The Tin Man: And I was standing over there, rusting for the longest time.
Dorothy: Still, I wish I could remember... but I guess it doesn't matter anyway. We know each other now, don't we?
The Scarecrow: That's right.
The Tin Man: We do.
The Scarecrow: To Oz?
The Tin Man: To Oz.
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Dorothy: Goodbye, Tin Man. Oh, don't cry! You'll rust so dreadfully. Here. Here's your oil can.
[kisses him]
Dorothy: Goodbye.
The Tin Man: Now I know I've got a heart, 'cause it's breaking...
Dorothy: Goodbye, Lion. You know, I know it isn't right, but I'm going to miss the way you used to holler for help before you found your courage.
The Cowardly Lion: [tearfully] I never would've found it, if it hadn't been for you...
Dorothy: [to Scarecrow] I think I'll miss you most of all.
The Singer Midgets
Extended Reading
