The Gatekeeper: Orders are nobody can see the Great Oz! Not nobody, not nohow!
Dorothy: [as the Wizard's balloon goes off without her] Come back! Come back! Don't go without me! Please come back!
The Wizard of Oz: I can't come back, I don't know how it works! Good-bye, folks!
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.
Munchkin Mayor: Then this is a day of independence for all the Munchkins and their descendants!
Munchkin: If any!
Munchkin Mayor: Yes - let the joyous news be spread! The Wicked Old Witch at last is dead!
Dorothy: What would you do with a brain if you had one?
Dorothy: You go away or I - I'll bite you myself!
Auntie Em: Dorothy!
The Wicked Witch of the West: How about a little fire, Scarecrow?
Glinda: Are you a good witch, or a bad witch?
Dorothy: I'm not a witch at all. I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas.
Glinda: Oh. Well, is that the witch?
Dorothy: Who, Toto? Toto's my dog!
The Wizard of Oz: Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain! The greatest Oz has spoken!
Title Card: [opening title card of dedication] For nearly forty years this story has given faithful service to the Young in Heart; and Time has been powerless to put its kindly phiosophy out of fashion. To those of you who have been faithful to it in return... and to the Young in Heart... we dedicate this picture.
Dorothy: There's no place like home.
Auntie Em: Now you go feed those hogs before they worry themselves into anemia!
Dorothy: Oh please, Professor, why can't we go with you and see all the Crowned Heads of Europe?
Professor Marvel: Do you know any? Oh, you mean the... thing. Yes.
[Dorothy is brought to the Witch's castle]
The Wicked Witch of the West: What a nice little dog. And you, my dear, what an unexpected pleasure. It's so kind of you to want to visit me in my loneliness.
The Wicked Witch of the West: Who killed my sister? Who killed the Witch of the East? Was it you?
Dorothy: No, no. It was an accident. I didn't mean to kill anybody.
The Wicked Witch of the West: Well, my little pretty, I can cause accidents, too!
The Scarecrow: Witch? Huh, I'm not afraid of a witch. I'm not afraid of anything... Except a lighted match.
[points to the straw in his arm]
Dorothy: I don't blame you for that.
Dorothy: Oh, Thank you so much! We've been gone such a long time and we feel so messy... What kind of a horse is that? I've never seen a horse like that before!
The Carriage Driver: And never will again, I fancy. There's only one of him and he's it. He's the Horse of a Different Color, you've heard tell about.
