"If anyone knows where a dark well is, it's my friend the Scarecrow." "Where does he live ?" inquired Ojo.
"He has a splendid castle in the Winkie Country, near to the palace of his friend the Tin Woodman, and he is often to be found in the Emerald City, where he visits Dorothy at the royal palace." "Then we will ask him about the dark well," said Ojo.
"But what else does this Crooked Magician want ?" asked the Shaggy Man.
"A drop of oil from a live man's body." "Oh; but there isn't such a thing." "That is what I thought," replied Ojo; "but the Crooked Magician said it wouldn't be called for by the recipe if it couldn't be found, and therefore I must search until I find it." "I wish you good luck," said the Shaggy Man, shaking his head doubtfully; "but I imagine you'll have a hard job getting a drop of oil from a live man's body.

There's blood in a body, but no oil." "There's cotton in mine," said Scraps, dancing a little jig.
"I don't doubt it," returned the Shaggy Man admiringly.

"You're a regular comforter and as sweet as patchwork can be.

All you lack is dignity." "I hate dignity," cried Scraps, kicking a pebble high in the air and then trying to catch it as it fell.

"Half the fools and all the wise folks are dignified, and I'm neither the one nor the other." "She's just crazy," explained the Glass Cat.
The Shaggy Man laughed.
"She's delightful, in her way," he said.