The Scarecrow

Scarecrow:
Don't flow to the music. Let the music flow to you.

Grisham:
How dare you humiliate me! Me! The greatest dancer in the Milky Way! And you. With all your silly little twitchy goofy chiving big pile of trash! You should've left town for my suggestion, featherchump.

Scarecrow:
I'll be gone soon enough. Polly's buying her freedom in the morning and then we're getting married.

Grisham:
You're going nowhere, pal! Do you know who I am? Take a look! Look at me!

Max:
Listen to me! There's no such thing as a *girl* broom. Except for you, thank heaven, brooms are just brooms. They sweep, they pull down cobwebs, they poke something that may or may not be dead, but not one of them talks and they certainly don't fall in love!

Scarecrow:
She'll never marry you.

Grisham:
Wanna bet? Make me look like Feathertop. [He puts on the magic feather on his hat and is transformed into Feathertop]

Scarecrow:
No!

Grisham:
[as Feathertop] [laughs evilly] Polly is mine and just when she thinks her dreams have all come true, I'll take her and her little goobers [takes off the magic feather, now back to Grisham] straight back to the workhouse mill!

Scarecrow:
I won't let you do this!

Grisham:
How selfish are you? It's my big day and not everything is easy. Don't kill me. Don't marry my girl. Live a little.

Scarecrow:
You're crazy to think she won't tell the difference. She'll know it's you. Anyone can smell a rat! You hear me?