Elphaba and Galinda: There’s been some confusion, for you see, my roommate is… Galinda: …unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe… Elphaba: …blonde.
Madame Morrible: You must be Nessarose, what a tragically beautiful face. And where is- Elphaba: I’m the other daughter, Elphaba. I’m beautifully tragic.
Company: And goodness knows the wicked’s lives are lonely. Goodness knows the wicked die alone. Nothing grows for the wicked, they reap only what they sow. Glinda: Are people born wicked, or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?
Elphaba: What? What are you all looking at? OH! Do I have something in my teeth? Is my underskirt showing? Alright, let’s just get this over with. No, I am not seasick. Yes, I’ve always been green. No, I didn’t eat grass as a child…