[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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