Manicurist in Emerald City: We can make a dimpled smile out of a frown.
Dorothy: Can you even dye my eyes to match my gown?
Manicurist in Emerald City: Uh-huh.
Dorothy: Jolly old town!
Ozmites: [singing] We get up at 12 and start to work at 1! Take an hour for lunch and then, at 2, we're done! Jolly good fun!
The Wicked Witch of the West: Helping the little lady along are you, my fine gentlemen? Well stay away from her, or I'll stuff a mattress with you! And you, I'll make you into a beehive. Here Scarecrow, want to play ball?
The Wizard of Oz: You are talking to a man who has laughed in the face of death, sneered at doom and chuckled at catastrophe. I was petrified.
The Tin Man: I can barely hear my heart beating!
Uncle Henry: Come on, everybody in the storm cellar!
The Scarecrow: I've got a way to get us in there, and you're gonna lead us.
'Zeke': It's a twister! It's a twister!
The Wicked Witch of the West: And now, my beauties, something with poison in it, I think. With poison in it, but attractive to the eye, and soothing to the smell.
[cackles]
The Wicked Witch of the West: Poppies... Poppies. Poppies will put them to sleep. Sleeeeep. Now they'll sleeeeep!
The Wizard of Oz: [booming voice] And you, Scarecrow, have the affrontery to ask for a brain, you billowing bale of bovine fodder!
The Scarecrow: Y-Yes... Yes, Your Honor... I mean, Your Excellency... I-I mean, Your Wizardry.
The Wizard of Oz: [booming voice] Enough!
The Cowardly Lion: [to Toto who is barking at him] I'll get you anyway Pee Wee!
Glinda: Pooh, what a smell of sulfur.
The Cowardly Lion: [noticing the snow that fallen on the poppy field] Unusual weather we're having, ain't it?
Professor Marvel: Professor Marvel never guesses, he knows!
The Scarecrow: Come along, Dorothy. You don't want any of those apples.
[harrumphs]
Angry Apple Tree: Are you hinting my apples aren't what they ought to be?
The Scarecrow: Oh, no. It's just that she doesn't like little green worms!
