THE WIZARD: The Great and Powerful Oz knows why you have come. Step forward, Tin Man! You dare to come to me for a heart, do you? You clicking, clanking, clattering collection of caliginous junk!

-Oh! Uh, yes, yes, sir. Y-- yes, your honor. You see, a while back we were walking down the yellow brick road and--

THE WIZARD: Quiet! And you, Scarecrow, have the effrontery to ask for a brain, you billowing bale of bovine fodder!

-Yes, your honor-- I mean, your excellency. I mean your wizardry!

THE WIZARD: Enough! And you, Lion! Well?

-Oh! Oh! You ought to be ashamed of yourself, frightening him like that when he came to you for help!

THE WIZARD: Silence, whippersnapper! The Beneficient Oz has every intention of granting your requests.

-What's that? What'd he say? Huh? What'd he say?

THE WIZARD: But first you must prove yourselves worthy by performing a very small task. Bring me the broomstick of the Witch of the West!

-B-- b-- b-- but if we do that, we'll have to kill her to get it.

THE WIZARD: Bring me her broomstick and I'll grant your requests. Now go!