“Have you ever been in love?Yes.What's it like?Great and terrible. Like Oz.”

“I am Oz, the Great and Terrible," spoke the Beast, in a voice that was one great roar. Who are you, and why do you seek me?”

“I am the Wizard of Oz of housewives (in that I am both "Great and Terrible" and because I sometimes hide behind the curtains”

“Regret is a terrible thing, all-encompassing thing. It fucks with you constantly, makes you feel like if you'd only done that one thing differently, everything just might be perfect right now. Even when your shit is going good, it keeps it from ever being great because you wonder if it could have been better if only....”

“Is that what I think it is?" - Colt"Plastic explosives." - Oz"You have stuff like that lying around your house?" - Colt"Doesn't everybody?" Oz smiled as he walked to the far corner of the bunker, dragging Colt with him.”

“...I'd been caught up in some wild cyclone, like Dorothy throw into Oz, with not a good witch in sight to save me.”