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*Look, it's Glinda*

Glinda: It's good to see me, isn't it?
Ozians: Yes!
Glinda: No need to respond. That is rhetorical! Fellow Ozians...

(Continue until 'for you and')

Ozian 1: Glinda! Exactly...how dead is she?

Glinda: Well...because there has been so much rumor and speculation, in a window, out a window, let me set the record straight. And according to the Time Dragon Clock, the melting occured at the 13th hour. The direct result of a bucket of water thrown by a female child. Yes. The wicked witch of the west is dead.
*Cheers*
(Singing continues until 'what they sow')

Ozian 2: Glinda! Why did this Wickedness happen?

Glinda: That's a good question. So many people have flown by it. Are people born wicked? Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them? After all, she had a childhood! She had a father, who just happened to be the governer of Munchkinland.
She had a mother, as so many do.

(On sideline, skit goes on.)
Father: Hurry now, my hat, dear.
Mother: Here you go.
(Singing goes on, until 'while I'm out of your sights'.)

Glinda: And... like every family, they had their secrets.

(Continues singing till end of song.)

Glinda: Well, this has been fun. But as you can imagine, I have much to attend to. But, this is an early departure, so if there are no further questions..?

Ozian 3: Glinda! Is it true you were her friend?
(Everyone gasps, and his wife smacks him.)
Glinda: Well I--.....yes.
(More crying and gasping.)

Glinda: Well, it depends on what you mean by friend. I did know her.
That is...our paths did cross. At school. But you must understand, it was a long time ago. And we were both...very young.

(Dear Old Shiz, ends.)

Elphaba: What? What are you all looking at? Oh, do I have something in my teeth?
Wait, is my underskirt showing? ...Alright, fine. Let's just get this over with.
No, I'm not seasick, Yes, I've always been green. I didn't eat grass as a child--

Father: Elphaba!

Elphaba: Oh, yes, and this is my sister, Rose. As you can tell, she's a regular, normal color.

Father: Elphaba! Stop making a spectacle of yourself. Remember, I'm only sending you to this school for one reason.

Elphaba: I know. To look after Nessa...

Father: My precious little girl...a parting gift.

Nessa: Oh, father...Oh,father! Jeweled shoes?

Father: Suitable to the future Governer of Munchkinland.
Elphaba...you take care of your sister. Learn not to talk so much...

Nessa: Elphie...
Elphaba: Well, what could he get me? I clash with everything...Well,come on!

Morrible: New students! I am Madame Morrible, Headmistress here of Shiz University, And whether you're here to study law, logic, or linguification, I know I speak for my fellow faculty members when I say, we have nothing but the highest hopes for some of you! Now...oh--oh! You must be the governer's daughter!
Miss Nessarose, is it? Oh, what a tragically beautiful face you have!
And you must be-- oh...

Elphaba: I'm the other daughter. Elphaba. I'm beautifully tragic.

Morrible: Well...I'm sure you're very...bright.

Nessa: Bright? She's phosphorescent.

Morrible: Now, regarding room assignments? Is this for a room assignment?'

Galinda: No, Madame Morrible, I've already been assigned a private suite. But you all get to visit me whenever you want!
Girls: Ohhhh! How good of you!
Galinda: No I'm not..
Girls: Yes you are!
Galinda: Now stop! *Tosses hair.*
Morrible: Do you have a question?
Galinda: Yes, you see, I am Galinda Upland of the Upperuplands, I've applied to your sorcery seminar, and indeed, that is my sole purpose of attending Shiz;
To study sorcery with you.
Perhaps you recall my essay, 'Magic Wands, Need They Have a Point".

Morrible: Oh yes...However, I do not teach my seminar every semester, unless, of course, somebody special were to come along.

Galinda: Exactly!

Elphaba: Madame Morrible, we have not yet recieved our room assignments.

Morrible: The governer made his concern for your sister's wellbeing quite clear, so I thought it would be best if we share my private compartment where I can assist her as needed.
Elphaba: But I've always looked after my sister.
Morrible: He didn't mention you.

Galinda: You know, I don't even think she read my essay.
Boq: That is so unfair. You should go over there and say something.
Galinda: Should I?
Boq: Yes!

Morrible: Which of you young ladies would like to volunteer to share with Miss Elphaba?
Galinda: Madame Morrible?
Morrible: Thank you, dear. How very good of you.
Galinda: Wha?
Morrible: You see Miss Elphaba, you share room with Miss Galinda. Everyone, to your dormitories!

Elphaba: Let her go!! *Magic ensues to steal away Nessa*
Galinda: How did you do that? How did she do that?
Nessa: Elphaba! You promised me it'd be different here!

Morrible: You mean this has happened before?
Elphaba: Uh, well, something just comes over me sometimes and
I-I-I try to control myself...I'm sorry Nessa.

Morrible: What? Never apologize for talent! Talent is a gift! And... that's why special talents have...dramatacy and...character. Now...have you ever considered a career in sorcery? I shall tutor you myself and take no other students.

Galinda: What?!