Why, it's a man. A man made out of tin!

[squeaking]

Did you say something?

[squeaking]

He said "oil can."

Oil can what?
...

[Dorothy squirts oil onto the Tin Man and his arm loosens and falls]

Did that hurt?

No, it feels wonderful. I've held that axe up for ages.

How did you ever get like this?

Well, about a year ago, I was chopping that tree, when suddenly it began to rain. And right in the middle of a chop, I rusted solid. Been that way ever since.

Well, you're perfect now.

Perfect? Bang on my chest if you think I'm perfect. Go ahead, bang on it.

[Dorothy bangs on his chest, and it resonates loudly]

Beautiful! What an echo!

It's empty. The tinsmith forgot to give me a heart.

[in unison]

No heart?

No heart. All hollow.