Glenda, The Good Witch: (condescending laugh) “You’ve always had the power to go back to Kansas…”
Dorothy: (dubious) “I have? ”
Scarecrow: (accusing) “Then why didn’t you tell her before? ”
Good Witch: (presumptuous) “Because she wouldn’t have believed me. She had to learn it for herself.”
Tinman: (turning to Dorothy and putting her on the spot) “What have you learned, Dorothy? ”
Dorothy: (uncertain) “Well, I think that… it wasn’t enough just to want to see Uncle Henry and Aunty Em… And… if I ever go looking for my heart’s desire… I won’t look any further than my own back yard… because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with… Is that right? ”
*****
Good Witch: (disappointed) “Ummm, no, that’s NOT right. I’m not even sure that made sense… ‘Don’t look where now… because you never did what? ’ Seriously- -what the hell did you just say? ”
Dorothy: (desperate) “Hold on a sec, I got this one… Um, what have I learned, what have I learned... Okay! - - I believe that ALL people, no matter what, ummm, religion, or race or creed… or whatever, um, have a right to follow yellow brick roads, and stuff like that. Is that closer? ”
Good Witch: (incredulous) “What? No, no- -you’re making this too complicated. Think, for God’s sake! ”
Dorothy: (panicking) 'Ahhh… Scarecrow? ? ? Come on, help me out a little, here- -What have I learned, dammit? ”
Scarecrow: (disgusted with himself) “Dory, I got nothin. Awww, man! I knew this was gonna happen…! Darnit! This brain don’t work for BEANS! ” (begins hitting himself in the head with both hands)
Good Witch: (mean-spirited) “Frankly, I can’t believe you three settled for a bunch of worthless trinkets…”
Lion: (sheepish) “I was afraid to say anything.”
Tinman: (seething from the Good Witch’s cheap shot) “If I ever see that sash-wearing fat-man again I’ll strangle him with my mechanical hands… and believe me, he’ll WISH I had a heart! ”
Lion: (posturing) “I should’a beat him to death with that iron broomstick.”
Scarecrow: (envious) “Damn… I wish I’d have thought of that. Oh MAN! ” (hits himself on head, again)
Dorothy: (outraged) “He looked so nice! That’s the LAST time I trust a stranger! ”
Good Witch: (starts clapping, impressed) “By George, I think she’s finally got it… Now wake the hell up, Dummy! ”
I prefer to struggle with themes. This was my favorite movie of all time and.... Whatever! This was funny... More Oz poems.... Love it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i'd throw out the old and the new (scripts) and start all over. but i liked the lesson learned by 'Dory'. perhaps this is what they should make kindergartners learn after they first have 'The Wizard Of Oz' for the first time. i mean learn YOUR new script version. bri ;) p.s. i've shared The Possum with two friends so far.