Neal McDonough: Wyatt Cain

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Wyatt Cain

Glitch: You've been sleeping for hours like a - like a baby with his pacifier.
Cain: I thought you were dead.
Glitch: Ditto. You know, I may have saved you from hypothermia, but, um,
[holds up the horse toy]
Glitch: this is what saved your life. It stopped the bullet.
Cain: DG?
Glitch: Azkadellia.
Cain: Raw?
Glitch: Ah, I don't know I can't find him. Either they took him too, or he's dead. Or...
Cain: Maybe he ran away.
Glitch: You know you really should do something about that *bitter* cynicism of yours, Cain!
Cain: Why? Someone's gotta keep your wide-eyed optimism in check.
[silence]
Cain: Hey, Glitch?
Glitch: What?
Cain: I owe you one.
Glitch: [smiles] You know Cain, professional psychiatric theropy's only a crow's call away these days. I think a man like you with your issues with masculinity, and the-what we called the boy scout syndrome...

Glitch: [after seeing some of Glitch's memories] Oh my, ha ha. The name's Glitch, have we...
[seeing DG]
Glitch: Are you okay?
DG: Yes, Glitch, I'm fine.
Glitch: [seeing their faces] What? Is my machine so bad?
Cain: [impressed] No, but whatever it is, you sure sacrificed a lot to stop Azkadellia.
DG: [hugs Glitch gratefully] That's why she had to go straight to the source.
Glitch: Well, I guess it wasn't the biggest sacrifice ever made for science.
DG: But it sure is up there!

Glitch: I'm not saying they called me 'Twinkle-toes' or anything, but I cut quite a rug. Oh, you can make a face Cain, but it's true. There was a time I was a *fantastic* dancer. She may have taken my brains, but *rhythm*, that comes directly from your...
Cain: [interrupting] Do you have any bright ideas how to get in there?
Glitch: I mean, I don't mind taxing my half a brain for DG, but just *once* I wish that someone would acknowledge me for my *rhythm*. Which, as I was trying to say before I was so *rudely* interrupted, comes directly from the *soul*.
[Cain gives him the look]
Glitch: Sometimes, Cain, you make me feel just like those ladies at the dance did. Like I blend right into the wallpaper.
Cain: [looking at Longcoats] That's a good idea.
Glitch: [surprised] You wanna dance?
Cain: I'll lead, you follow.

DG: Did it always look so dead?
Cain: No, this used to be some of the most fertile land in the OZ. Orchards, nurseries.
Glitch: Gotta love a good orchard! Full of succulent fruit for all the people to eat. Free too, if you're a good fence climber. Mind you, those scarecrows kinda freak me out.
DG: So what happened?
Cain: About fifteen annuals ago, all the crops died, which then caused the great famine.
DG: I bet I can guess who's responsible.
Glitch: You'd think somebody would've helped them with their crops. Maybe engineered a doohickey with a couple of thingies... Gotta love a good orchard!

Tutor: I suggest we keep moving.
Cain: Sorry Pooch, but this is where we part company.
Tutor: Part?
Cain: With the Longcoats on our trail and the Mobats in the sky, I don't have time to figure out what your angle is in all this.
Tutor: My 'angle' is her mother sent me to help.
Cain: And you did. I'd even thank you, if I knew who you were, or what.
Glitch: Whoa, Mister-Suspicious! This is the man... dog...
[whispers]
Glitch: thingy... who helped us escape!

Ralph Bedose: [Ralph and Lorraine have loaded guns] State your business.
Cain: We mean you no harm. We're travelers of the realms, seeking a warm meal and a cold cup of grog.
Ralph Bedose: Food is scarce this time of year, and the grog has long since been seized.
Cain: Then we will leave you in peace. May your hearth be warm.
Ralph Bedose: And your smoke be blue. Come in quickly.

Cain: What mine?
Ralph Bedose: Some mine in the Black Mountains.
Glitch: Moritainium. Big M, little T, number 216 in the OZian periodic table. Ha ha, school days. I remember a lovely lass named Leona...
DG: Moritainium, what's it for?
Glitch: Besides its strength, Moritainium is valued for it's ability to conduct magical energy.