Dorothy: Goodbye, Tinman. Oh, don't cry! You'll rust so dreadfully. Here's your oil can. Tin Woodsman: Now I know I've got a heart, 'cause it's breaking... Dorothy: Goodbye, Lion. I know it isn't right, but I'm going to miss the way you used to hollar for help before you found your courage. Cowardly Lion: I never would've found it if it hadn't been for you... Dorothy: [to Scarecrow] I think I'm going to miss you most of all.