Witch Lines (Act II) Flashcards
ACT TWO - SCENE 5 (witch’s castle… winkies)
WITCH: I hate her. I hate her not. I hate her. I hate her not. I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate her. Now I understand why the poppies failed me. Fate ordained that Oz himself should deliver the mellifluous little baggage into my territory. But now to bring her here before me? (claps hands) Winkies! Come forth!
WINKIES: Yoo-hee-hoo! Yo-ho!
Yo-hee-hoo! Yo-ho!
Yoo hee hoo! Yo-ho!
WITCH: Enough! Silence Quiet!!!! Why do you always sing that loathsome dirge?
GENERAL: Since you put your foot through our drum, ow else can we keep in step
WITCH: What does it mean, anyway?
GENERAL: You mean… Yo hee hoo! Yo ho!
WITCH: Next time I enslave a whole nation, I must check out their intelligence first. Nikko! Nikko! Where is the commander of my aerobatic apes?
(NIKKA enters)
Witch: There you are, my simian minion. I have an important task for you. My enemies are about to enter the Haunted Forest. I want you to rouse your men and snatch the sickening little girl and her equally nauseating little dog. (Nikko gibbers) Exhausted? What do you mean you’re exhausted? (Nikko) Alright, alright. I’ll conjure up a spell to take the fight out of her. Now which of my creepy crawly creations shall I send to plague her. The flibberty gibbert? No! The fly by night? No! Aha… I have it. The Jitterbug! (NIKKO) Well you may gibber, but there is no more infectious bug in my book for spells. Once bitten, they can never stop dancing till they drop. And when they do, you shall be there to scoop up the little brat and the little brute and bring ‘em both to me! Now go! Do my bidding!
NIKKO EXITS
WITCH: Fly! Fly! Fly Soon those Darling little red slippers will grace my dainty feet.
I wonder if any of those Winkies do shoe repairing.
ACT TWO SCENE 8- THE WITCH’S CASTLE
WITCH: This way my dear. I trust you had a pleasant flight. It’s so kind of you to visit me in my loneliness. Gimme the dog.
DOROTHY: What are you going to do with Toto?
WITCH: Tonight we feast on Deviled dog!
DOROTHY: NO!
WITCH: It’s alright, my dear, just my little joke. He’ll look even more revolting with an apple in his mouth. Here, put him in the basket.
DOROTHY: Where are you taking him? Why can’t he stay with me?
WITCH: Because the raging, roaring river is some way off. Is he a water breed?
DOROTHY: I don’t think so.
WITCH: He soon will be ‘cause that’s where we’re going to drop him if you don’t hand over the slippers.
DOROTHY: But the Good Witch of the North told me not to.
WITCH: Very well. Throw that basket in the deepest point of the river and drown him.
DOROTHY: no, no,no, please! You can have the slippers yourself! I don’t want them, just give me back Toto!
WITCH: That’s a good little girl, I knew you’d see reason. Ohh… ohh!!
DOROTHY: Run Toto… as far away as you can.
WITCH: Catch him, you fool!
DOROTHY: Run, Toto, run! He got away! He got away from you!
WITCH: Which is more than you will ever do. Fool that I am. I should’ve remembered, those slippers will never come off, as long as you’re alive! You see this? That’s how much longer you’ve got to be alive! And it isn’t long, my pretty – just long enough for me to devise an unpleasant but wildly entertaining death for you! Of course, there is one route of escape. It’s a long way down and the rocks are sharp. So if you decide to go this way, be a darling and leave the ruby slippers on the window sill. It’ll save us from having to take them off your corpse.
DOROTHY: How could anyone be so nasty, mean, and cruel?
WITCH: With lots of practice
DOROTHY: Come back! Come back! Auntie Em!
WITCH: Auntie Em–Auntie em– come back! I’ll give you Auntie Em my pretty!
LION: To the window!
WITCH: Going so soon? We won’t hear of it, will we, Winkies?
LION: I think we’ve outstayed our welcome.
WITCH: Ring around the rosy! A pocket full of spears! The sands of time have run out for all of you. The last to go will see the first three before her! And your mangy little mutt, too! Eenie meenie Minnie mo. Who shall be the first to go? Lion? Girl? Tinman? No! My broom has chosen… scarecrow!
SCARECROW: No! No! no! No! No! Help!
WITCH: What’s the matter? You don’t want to be my old flame?
DOROTHY: Leave him alone. Can’t you see he’s terrified?
WITCH: I’ll get round to you eventually, Miss mouth. Meanwhile, watch your little friend go up in smoke.
SCARE CROW: No please…
WITCH: Too late scarecrow! You’re all burned up!
DOROTHY: No…
WITCH: What?
DOROTHY: I won’t let you!
WITCH: Ohhh! You cursed brat! Look what you’ve done! I’m melting! Melting! Oh, what a world! What a world! Who would have thought a good little girl like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness? Ohhh-ohh!
