Dorothy: We’re not in Kansas anymore.
Miss Gulch: What’s she done? I’m all but lame from the bite on my leg!
Uncle Henry: You mean she bit you?
Miss Gulch: No, her dog!
Uncle Henry: Oh, she bit her dog, eh?
Dorothy: There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.
Wicked Witch of the West: I’ll get you my pretty, and your little dog too.
Glinda: Are you a good witch or a bad witch?
Dorothy: Who me? I’m not a witch at all, witches are old and ugly.
Glinda: Well, is that the witch?
Dorothy: Who, Toto? Toto’s my dog.
Follow the yellow brick road.
Wicked Witch of the West: I’m melting, melting! Who would have thought a little brat like you could destroy such beautiful wickedness.
Dorothy: Toto too?
Glinda: Toto too.