Young Azkadellia: She says there's wild animals in the forest.
Young DG: Did she say what kind of wild animals?
Young Azkadellia: Lions and tigers and...
[a bear lumbers in and roars]
Young DG: Oh my!
[they drop apples they are holding]
Cain: [seeing DG speaking to a dog] You're taking directions from a dog.
Glitch: You've been sleeping for hours like a - like a baby with his pacifier.
Cain: I thought you were dead.
Glitch: Ditto. You know, I may have saved you from hypothermia, but, um,
[holds up the horse toy]
Glitch: this is what saved your life. It stopped the bullet.
Glitch: Ah, I don't know I can't find him. Either they took him too, or he's dead. Or...
Cain: Maybe he ran away.
Glitch: You know you really should do something about that *bitter* cynicism of yours, Cain!
Cain: Why? Someone's gotta keep your wide-eyed optimism in check.
Cain: Hey, Glitch?
Cain: I owe you one.
Glitch: [smiles] You know Cain, professional psychiatric theropy's only a crow's call away these days. I think a man like you with your issues with masculinity, and the-what we called the boy scout syndrome...
Azkadellia: [to the Mystic Man] If it isn't the great and terrible blah blah blah himself.
Azkadellia: [to the Mystic Man] Not so Great and Terrible after all, huh?
Glitch: I'm not saying they called me 'Twinkle-toes' or anything, but I cut quite a rug. Oh, you can make a face Cain, but it's true. There was a time I was a *fantastic* dancer. She may have taken my brains, but *rhythm*, that comes directly from your...
Cain: [interrupting] Do you have any bright ideas how to get in there?
Glitch: I mean, I don't mind taxing my half a brain for DG, but just *once* I wish that someone would acknowledge me for my *rhythm*. Which, as I was trying to say before I was so *rudely* interrupted, comes directly from the *soul*.
[Cain gives him the look]
Glitch: Sometimes, Cain, you make me feel just like those ladies at the dance did. Like I blend right into the wallpaper.
Cain: [looking at Longcoats] That's a good idea.
Glitch: [surprised] You wanna dance?
Cain: I'll lead, you follow.
Azkadellia: The little witch is reconnecting with her past.
Lavender Eyes: Then hope lives. And what about you, Azkadellia? Perhaps DG isn't the only one who needs to unlock her memories.
Azkadellia: I'm only concerned with the future.
Lavender Eyes: Then why are you here, talking to me? Why have you locked me away for all these years? Kept my hope alive?
Azkadellia: To see your face... the day that hope dies.
Raw: [pointing] Cabin.
Glitch: Probably full of Longcoats.
Cain: No, look at the smoke.
Glitch: So? They lit a fire. Longcoats get cold, too.
Cain: It's *blue*.
Mystic Man: Azkadellia, as I live and breathe.
Mystic Man: So far.
Mystic Man: Your sister is more powerful than you.
Azkadellia: She will never be as powerful as me.
Mystic Man: Then why are you so scared?
[Azkadellia starts to kill him, but stops]
Mystic Man: I know you, *witch*!
Azkadellia: What... do you know?
DG: Did it always look so dead?
Cain: No, this used to be some of the most fertile land in the OZ. Orchards, nurseries.
Glitch: Gotta love a good orchard! Full of succulent fruit for all the people to eat. Free too, if you're a good fence climber. Mind you, those scarecrows kinda freak me out.
DG: So what happened?
Cain: About fifteen annuals ago, all the crops died, which then caused the great famine.
DG: I bet I can guess who's responsible.
Glitch: You'd think somebody would've helped them with their crops. Maybe engineered a doohickey with a couple of thingies... Gotta love a good orchard!
Glitch: [looking at their wanted poster] That is a *terrible* picture of me.
Raw: [nods in agreement] Mm-hmm.
Glitch: Did I ever tell you I was afraid of heights?
DG: You were hanging from the ceiling when I met you.
Tutor: I suggest we keep moving.
Cain: Sorry Pooch, but this is where we part company.
Cain: With the Longcoats on our trail and the Mobats in the sky, I don't have time to figure out what your angle is in all this.
Tutor: My 'angle' is her mother sent me to help.
Cain: And you did. I'd even thank you, if I knew who you were, or what.
Glitch: Whoa, Mister-Suspicious! This is the man... dog...
Glitch: thingy... who helped us escape!
Ralph Bedose: [Ralph and Lorraine have loaded guns] State your business.
Cain: We mean you no harm. We're travelers of the realms, seeking a warm meal and a cold cup of grog.
Ralph Bedose: Food is scarce this time of year, and the grog has long since been seized.
Cain: Then we will leave you in peace. May your hearth be warm.
Ralph Bedose: And your smoke be blue. Come in quickly.
Cain: What mine?
Ralph Bedose: Some mine in the Black Mountains.
Glitch: Moritainium. Big M, little T, number 216 in the OZian periodic table. Ha ha, school days. I remember a lovely lass named Leona...
DG: Moritainium, what's it for?
Glitch: Besides its strength, Moritainium is valued for it's ability to conduct magical energy.
Glitch: [after seeing some of Glitch's memories] Oh my, ha ha. The name's Glitch, have we...
Glitch: Are you okay?
DG: Yes, Glitch, I'm fine.
Glitch: [seeing their faces] What? Is my machine so bad?
Cain: [impressed] No, but whatever it is, you sure sacrificed a lot to stop Azkadellia.
DG: [hugs Glitch gratefully] That's why she had to go straight to the source.
Glitch: Well, I guess it wasn't the biggest sacrifice ever made for science.
DG: But it sure is up there!
DG: You know, my mother was really good with to 'To-Do' lists, she just wasn't so good with the 'How To-Do' lists.
DG: That was all fake? You are twisted!
Azkadellia: Why? Because with a little rewiring I've gotten something I've missed out on for too long; father's love, hmph, mother's affection, hmph.
Glitch: She wasn't always all ermine robes and thee's and thou's. She started off just like you; feisty but fair.
DG: My mother has done so much for me, and I don't even know her name.
Glitch: Oh, well that's easy. Her name was Queen...
[he can't remember]
DG: It's okay.
Glitch: But she was happy to make the sacrifices she thought were right. We should all love someone that much.
Azkadellia: A little older, a lot smarter, and most definitely still in charge, hmph.
Tutor: Nothing like a violent coup to win the hearts and minds of a kingdom.
Azkadellia: Good, you still have a memory, maybe the one thing that can save you.
Tutor: What do you want?
Azkadellia: What I want is the very thing you've devoted your feeble life to. Magic, my friend. Those that can't 'do' teach, remember?