TOM: (Grumbling to himself) It’s just not fair. It’s a lovely morning. Just the day to go fishing! Look at that fence! Thirty yards and nine foot high! I’ll never finish it. (He picks up the long-handled brush, splashes it into the bucket, then puts it back again) (Sitting down on the ground) I shall be the laughing stock of the town. I must try and find a way out of it. (He empties out his pockets) I haven’t even got enough things to trade!
LORNA: Oh, I am so glad. You are alive, Now you will try to be better, won’t you? What is your name? How did you come here? What are these wet things in this great bag? (Looking inside) Why, they are only fish. (Looking down at his feet) But how your feet are bleeding!
The Wizard of Oz:
DOROTHY: Auntie Em! Auntie Em! Oh dear Toto – the cyclone is coming closer. What shall we do? We haven’t time to get down to the storm shelter. Ouch! That hurt! (Debris begins to fly around her) There goes the window! There’s swirling dust everywhere! The house is spinning up through dust. Look Toto! Watch out! We’re not on the ground any more, Toto!