Dorothy:
Did you say something?
[indiscernible sounds from the rusted Tin Man]
Dorothy:
He said oil can!
The Scarecrow:
Oil can what?
Dorothy:
Oil can...? What... Oh! Here it is! Where do you want to be oiled first?
[Tin Man squeaks]
The Scarecrow:
He said his mouth!
[they dab oil into the corners of Tin Man's mouth]
The Tin Man:
[working his mouth loose]
Muh... ma... me... mah... my, my goodness, I can talk again! Oh, oil my arms please! Oil my elbows!
[they do so, and help to wrench down the arm holding up the axe]
Dorothy:
[concerned]
Oh, did that hurt?
The Tin Man:
No, it feels wonderful. I've held that axe up for ages.
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