And you, my dear, what an unexpected pleasure. It's so kind of you to visit me in my loneliness.
What are you gonna do with my dog? Give him back to me.
All in good time, my little pretty. All in good time.
Oh, please give me back my dog.
Certainly, certainly, when you give me those slippers.
But the Good Witch of the North told me not to.
Very well. [To her winged-monkey captain] Throw that basket in the river and drown him.
No, no! Here, you can have your old slippers, but give me back Toto!
That's a good little girl. I knew you'd see reason.
[The Wicked Witch is zapped when she tries to take the slippers]
Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't do it! Can I still have my dog?
No! Fool that I am. I should have remembered. Those slippers will never come off, as long as you're alive. But that's not what's worrying me. It's how to do it. These things must be done delicately, or you hurt the spell.
Catch him, you Fool!
Ooh, which is more than you will. Drat you and your dog! You've been more trouble to me than you're worth, one way or another, but it'll soon be over now. Do you see that? [She holds up a large hourglass timer] That's how much longer you've got to be alive. And it isn't long, my pretty. It isn't long. I can't wait forever to get those shoes.
