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MAN: Glinda, exactly how dead is she?

GLINDA: Because there has been so much rumor

and speculation...

let me tell you the whole story.

According to the Time Dragon Clock,

the melting occurred 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!

Good news! The Witch! She'’s dead!

Come out! Come out! She'’s gone!

GIRL: Munchkins, she'’s dead!

BOY: Good news!

Munchkins, wake up!

GIRL: Come out! Come out! She'’s gone!

BOY: Good news!

The Wicked Witch is dead!

MAN: Look! It'’s Glinda!

- Hi! - Glinda!

It'’s good to see me, isn'’t it?

Ah.

Fellow Ozians, let me set the record straight.

Yes...

the Wicked Witch of the West is dead.

- GIRL: But, Miss Glinda? - Yes?

Why does Wickedness happen?

That'’s a good question.

One many people find confusifying.

Are people born Wicked?

Or do they have Wickedness thrust upon them?

After all, the Wicked Witch had a childhood.

She had a father, who, by the way,

had been appointed governor of Munchkinland.

I'’m off to the Assembly, dear.

GLINDA: And she had a mother, as so many do.

GLINDA: Like every family,

they had their secrets.

MAN: Oh.

GLINDA: And one thing led to another,

as it so often does.

GLINDA: But from the moment the Witch was born,

- she was... - GOVERNOR: Dulcibear!

GLINDA: well...

different.

- It'’s coming. - Now?

The baby'’s coming.

Oh, and how!

Oh, sweet Oz.

MRS. THROPP: What is it? What'’s wrong?

Green.

Take it away.

Take it away!

Oh.

It'’s all right, little one.

Shh.

We'’ll look after you.

- Oh. - GLINDA: So her nanny,

Dulcibear, raised her.

And as she grew, so did her challenges.

GOVERNOR: Dulcibear.

DULCIBEAR: Coming, Governor.

Little one, watch your baby sister.

Just a clock tick.

Oh, Nessarose.

Don'’t you worry.

I'’m here.

Now, you want to see something amazing?

Yeah.

This is all about our wonderful Wizard of Oz.

Do you know how he got here?

NESSAROSE: No.

From the sky.

In a balloon. See?

Then he built a city made of emeralds,

'’cause he loves emeralds.

Even though they are green.

And, Nessa, you want to know a secret?

If you get to meet him,

he grants your heart'’s desire.

BOY: Elphaba Thropp...

ALL : Green on top.

Someone run and tell her

that everyone can smell her.

GIRL: Ew, green and ugly?

She'’s so green.

BOY: Where did you come from?

You don'’t belong here.

Stop!

BOY: Ow!

GOVERNOR: Elphaba!

Elphaba Thropp!

What have you done this time?

Okay. That'’s okay.

Come to Daddy.

And now you'’ve made your sister cry.

Let'’s go get you a beautiful piece of cake

for the beautiful girl.

It'’s all right, little one.

He shouldn'’t have blamed you.

GOVERNOR: Dulcibear.

- Shall we go inside, Nessa? - Hmm.

GLINDA: And so...

it couldn'’t have been easy.

Whoo! Yep.

Well, this has been fun.

As you can imagine, I have much to attend to

with the Wizard'’s unexpected departure.

So if there are no further questions, I'’m gonna go.

Glinda, is it true you were her friend?

What?

Sorry. One sec.

What?

Is it true you were her friend?

Friend?

Yes.

I-I mean, I did know her.

That is,

our paths did cross.

At school.

But you must understand,

it was a long time ago.

Hi!

- Hi! - Galinda, hi!

POPSICLE: Oh, we'’re so proud of you.

Oh, thank you.

I love you. Just remember, it'’s not goodbye,

- it'’s farewell. - MOMSIE: We love you.

- You have all your cases? - Yes.

- And you will write? - Yes.

- I love you. It'’s that time. - MOMSIE: Bye, darling.

Miss you already.

Popsicle, board the boat.

They are gonna miss me so much.

My parents don'’t even know I left.

Uh, uh...

I'’m Boq.

I'’m from Munchkinland.

Hmm.

I know we don'’t really know each other yet, but I...

You know what I believe, Bick?

It'’s Bick... It'’s Boq.

That strangers are just people I'’ve never met.

Hmm.

Bye.

Oh, Oz.

What?

What are you staring at?

Do I have something in my teeth?

No, it'’s just...

You'’re green.

I am.

Fine. Let'’s get this over with.

No, I am not seasick.

No, I did not eat grass as a child.

And, yes, I'’ve always been green.

Well, I, for one, am so sorry

that you have been forced to live with...

this.

Is that so?

Yes.

And it is my intention to major in sorcery.

So, if at some point,

you wanted to address the, um...

problem...

Problem.

Perhaps I could help.

PFANNEE: She'’s so good.

- She'’s so good. - You'’re so good. We love you.

Thank you.

All right.

Offering to help someone that you don'’t know

with skills that you don'’t have.

I'’m sure everyone is duly impressed.

I could care less what others think.

Couldn'’t.

What?

You "couldn'’t" care less what other people think.

Though I... I doubt that.

GOVERNOR: Elphaba!

Elphaba Thropp!

Ah. This is my younger sister, Nessarose.

As you can see, she'’s a perfectly acceptable color.

Stop making a spectacle of yourself.

I was trying to be nice.

SHENSHEN: You were so nice and good and correct.

- Did I do something bad? I was... - No.

GALINDA: How did that come across?

PFANNEE: I don'’t see color, by the way.

My precious little girl.

Father.

A parting gift.

Mother'’s jeweled shoes.

So they can all see how beautiful you are

right down to your toes.

NESSAROSE: Thank you.

Thank you so much. I love them.

GOVERNOR: Let me put them with your boxes.

Of course.

I shouldn'’t have sprouted off like that.

No, you shouldn'’t have.

Today is...

The start of your new life.

New friends.

New books.

I'’m excited for you.

I'’ll miss you.

No, you won'’t.

You'’ll be having too good a time.

MISS CODDLE: All new Shiz students,

please report to the quad.

- Don'’t help me. - Don'’t help her.

She'’ll be fine.

MISS CODDLE: All new Shiz students,

please report to the quad.

- Oh, hey. Nice to meet you. - Hi.

Nice to meet you, too.

ELPHABA: We should head back.

- Go with her. - What?

Just until she'’s safely settled in her room.

Make sure she has everything she needs.

Father, she'’s on her own now.

- I can'’t just... - Just stop jabbering!

Just do what I say!

If anything should happen to her...

SHIZ PRESIDENT: Thank you for your contribution

to our university.

And rounding out the rest of our faculty,

we have two scholars eminent in their respective fields

of forestry and agriculture...

as well as Professor Mombi of the Biological Arts,

and, of course, the head of our history department,

Dr. Dillamond.

You know, except for our wonderful Wizard,

true magic has become all too rare,

which is why...

we are privileged to have our esteemed

Dean of Sorcery Studies, Madame Morrible.

Oh.

Could you...

I don'’t...

Oh, my goodness, it'’s really her.

MADAME MORRIBLE: Welcome, new students.

And congratulotions for having been accepted to Shiz.

Whether you'’ll be studying 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.

And now, Miss Coddle, if you please.

MISS CODDLE: I am Miss Coddle,

Head Shizstress.

And these are your dormitory designations

and room assignments.

Good luck, and welcome to Shiz!

Madame Morrible, hi.

I am Galinda Upland.

Of the Upper Uplands.

If this is regarding room assignments...

Oh, thank you so much,

but I'’ve already been assigned a private suite.

This is about my application to your sorcery seminar.

Perhaps you recall my essay,

"Magic Wands, Need They Have a Point?"

Well, dear, I don'’t teach my seminar every semester.

Of course, if someone very special were to come along...

Exactly.

This is why I wanted to talk to you. Um...

We'’ll be in touch.

There you are.

Mwah!

- Miss Nessarose, isn'’t it? - Yes.

- The Governor'’s daughter? - Mm-hmm.

Oh. How tragically beautiful you are.

It is such an honor to...

I'’m the other daughter.

I'’m beautifully tragic.

The other daughter?

Elphaba, what are you doing?

Well, I wasn'’t made aware.

I know. I was just...

Not to fret.

Just a slight gulch.

We'’ll find someplace to hide you.

I mean "house" you.

That won'’t be necessary.

I'’m not enrolled.

Oh, good.

Why are you still here?

I'’m sorry, Nessa. Father insisted that...

Oh, the Governor made his concern

- for your sister quite apparent. - Wait.

Please assure him I am honored to help her.

Well, she doesn'’t need your help.

Stop. I just need to find my room.

I'’ll bring you there myself.

- Miss Coddle, I-I don'’t think you... - Now...

Miss Coddle, I promised my father that I...

- NESSAROSE: I don'’t want help. - Can you... Stop, Miss Coddle.

- ELPHABA: She can do it alone. - I'’m fine.

- Please let go. - Please, you don'’t understand!

Stop!

Let her go!

This was my chance, my new start.

I'’m sorry, Nessa. I just...

I didn'’t...

Magic is merely the mind'’s attempt

to wrap itself around the impossible.

Yes...

that was me.

To prepare you to expect the unexpected

here at Shiz.

- Did you visually see that? - Yeah.

I simply must get into her seminar.

And speaking of the unexpected.

Which of you would volunteer

- to share a room with... - Ow.

Ow.

Madame Morrible, um...

Thank you, dear.

That is very good of you.

What?

Miss?

Elphaba.

Elphaba.

You can room with Miss Galinda.

Wh-What? I... What?

MADAME MORRIBLE: Now, go. All of you, go.

Go.

And you.

Come with me.

Of course.

Not you.

You.

I would like to teach you privately

and take no other students.

ELPHABA: Uh, thank you so much.

What happened?

What happened?

Something is very wrong.

I didn'’t get my way.

- I need to lie down. - Yes. Good.

- Okay. Get her. - I need to lie down.

- Get her. Get her. - Go, go, go. Grab her.

- GALINDA: How? - We need a pastry.

- Nurse! - We need a pastry.

ELPHABA: Thank you for covering for me.

And I'’m humbled by your munificent offer,

but my father would never allow it.

Leave your father to me. I'’ll speak to him immediately.

So...

how long have you had this talent?

Talent, uh...

No, uh...

Something just...

Something just takes over me, and...

Something I can'’t control.

And when it does, bad things happen.

If you can learn to use your powers in the right way.

Miss Elphaba...

The Wizard?

Welcome to Shiz.

See you in class.

Ooh.

Come in.

GALINDA: The rest of my bags should be arriving shortly.

Do you really think this is fair?

Oh, I do not.

I was promised a private suite.

But thanks for asking.

Hmm.

- Wait. Uh... - What?

- What? - I was just...

I was just gonna close the door.

Oh, well, could you not?

I'’m sorry. I just...

I so enjoy air.

You know what I mean?

Ah.

Oh, I saved you some space, by the way.

Just in here.

It'’s great.

It was nothing.

Roommates do these things for each other.

So I'’ve been told.

And in return, perhaps you could, um...

let'’s see... put in a good word for me with Madame Morrible?

Deal?

That was you down there who made all that happen.

I know it was.

You heard Madame Morrible.

How did you do it? Tell me, please.

I can keep a secret.

Fine.

Be that way.

But it really is rather selfish on your part.

You know, I asked really nicely, and I saved you this whole drawer...

I don'’t know. I'’ve never known.

There. Enjoy the air.

GALINDA: "Dearest darlingest Momsie and Popsicle."

ELPHABA: "My dear father.

Thank you for agreeing to let me stay."

"Guess what."

ELPHABA: "In regards to our request

that I move in with Nessa..."

"I can'’t hear your guesses

because this is a letter."

"I know how much she wants to be..."

"So I'’ll just tell you."

Blonde.

Well...

GALINDA: Oh!

Boo!

All right. All right, everyone.

Settle down, ladies and gentlemen.

Settle down.

Quiet. Quiet, everyone.

Now then, I have read your most recent essays,

and I am amazed to report some progress.

- Although, some of us... - Thank you.

Still tend to favor form over content,

Miss : Glinda.

Oh, actually, it'’s "Ga-linda."

With a "Ga." Mmm.

DR. DILLAMOND: Yes, of course.

Glinda.

- No, it'’s... - Not even close.

Um, I don'’t see what the problem is.

You know, every other professor

- manages to pronouncify my name. - Mm-hmm.

Maybe the pronuncification of your precious name

is not the sole focus of Dr. Dillamond'’s life.

Maybe Dr. Dillamond is not like every other professor.

Maybe some of us are just different.

Well...

it seems the artichoke is steamed.

PFANNEE: The worst way to cook an artichoke.

Quiet, please. Please.

Yes, we goats lack upper front teeth,

which accounts for the mispronunciation,

Miss : Glinda.

You see, indeed,

some of us are different.

Now, you may have noticed that I am one of

the last animal professors here at Shiz.

And it isn'’t encouraged to discuss this in our classes,

but there have been some great changes throughout Oz

with the rejection of animal culture.

However, there was a time, before you were born,

when life in Oz was different.

When one could walk these halls and hear a snow leopard

solving an equation

or an antelope explicating a sonnet.

So, when and why did this change?

Uh, from what I'’ve read, the Great Drought.

Okay, excuse me.

Like, raise your hand.

Precisely.

Food grew scarce.

And when people are hungry and angry,

well, then they begin to look for...

Someone to blame.

Quite right, Miss Elphaba.

Yes, Miss : Glinda?

It is "Ga-linda."

"Ga-linda." "Ga-linda."

And I don'’t see why you can'’t just teach us history

instead of always harping on the past.

DR. DILLAMOND: Because we cannot escape the past,

and we ignore it at our own peril.

The past helps explain our present circumstances.

For instance, if we examine this timeline...

Who is responsible for this?

I asked, who is responsible for this?

Very well.

Class dismissed.

I said, class dismissed.

Dr. Dillamond.

Miss Elphaba.

Miss Elphaba, you don'’t have to...

Thank you.

You'’re very kind.

Not bad.

Poppies are my favorite.

Mine, too.

They keep me cheerful in these dark times.

Miss Elphaba, please.

Go and join your friends.

That'’s all right. I don'’t have any friends.

Well, maybe one.

MADAME MORRIBLE: Try again.

Eyes shut.

Toes clenched.

Now...

levitate the coin.

It'’s all right.

It takes time.

Hmm?

I hear there was an unfortunate disturbance

in Dr. Dillamond'’s class today.

That must have been so distressful for you.

Well...

someone wrote those horrendible words,

on purpose, for him to see.

I just wish I could...

What?

You wish what?

I wish there were something I could do,

because no one...

No one... Do what?

No one should be scorned

or laughed at.

Or looked down upon or...

told to stop jabbering...

and keep quiet!

MADAME MORRIBLE: Remarkable.

Absolutely remarkable.

Once you learn to harness your emotion...

the sky'’s the limit.

It could lead you to the Wizard himself.

GIRL: Have a good night, Dr. Dillamond.

GIRL 2: Goodbye, Dr. Dillamond.

Dr. Dillamond!

Did you find out who...?

DR. DILLAMOND: yet another incident here at Shiz.

We animals are now being blamed for everything that goes wrong.

Forced from our jobs, told to keep silent.

This is much bigger than just some words on a chalkboard.

We can still converse in private, thank Oz.

DR. DILLAMOND: A dear friend of mine...

- PIEBALD DEER: A deer? - A cow, actually.

She'’s been speaking out at protests.

Recently wrote me, asking to meet at a café.

She said it was urgent.

What did she tell you?

She never showed, and no one'’s seen her since.

Many animals have gone missing or are actually leaving.

Yesterday, a badger acquaintance, a solicitor,

was sacked, just for arguing a case.

At least he can still argue.

What do you mean?

Let me show you.

- ELPHABA : Oh, no. - PIEBALD DEER: Can'’t speak.

I'’m leaving Oz...

while I can still speak the word "goodbye."

- No, you can'’t. - BIRD PROFESSOR: Oh, leave Oz?

Take it away! Stop jabbering.

- Shh. - Oh.

- Someone'’s there. - What is it?

DR. DILLAMOND: Miss Elphaba,

what are you doing here?

Well, I was just...

- Uh... - It'’s all right.

Quickly, come inside.

Don'’t be frightened.

Let me get you some tea.

Dr. Dillamond, what you were saying just now...

Could that really happen?

It is happening.

You'’ll find if you make it discouraging enough,

you can keep anyone silent.

But if animals are losing the ability to speak, leaving Oz,

then someone'’s got to tell the Wizard.

Listen to me.

You mustn'’t tell another soul

what you'’ve heard and seen here tonight.

But that'’s why we have a Wizard.

DR. DILLAMOND: Perhaps you'’re right.

Sorry.

Bad.

I must be catching a cold.

Oz bless you, Dr. Dillamond.

You'’d better go.

Take the lamp.

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa there!

FIYERO: Whoa.

FELDSPUR: I did not see her.

Yeah, neither did I.

Um, you might want to,

- um, you know. - Okay.

Yeah, leave it with me.

I'’m so sorry, miss. We didn'’t see you there.

You must'’ve...

blended with the foliage.

Is this how you go through life,

just running amok and trampling anyone in your path?

No.

No. Sometimes I'’m asleep.

All right.

Here we go.

No, I'’m not seasick.

Neither am I.

No, I did not eat grass as a child.

Oh, you didn'’t? I did.

And, yes, I have always been green.

And the defensiveness, is that a recent development?

Hmm.

Shh.

Ooh, no, no.

FIYERO: I'’m off for some more trampling. May we offer you a ride?

No, thanks. Get stuffed.

Well.

Feldspur, we have just been spurned by a girl.

FELDSPUR: Hmm, indeed.

I guess there'’s a first time for everything.

MISS CODDLE: Attention, students.

It is my honor to announce

that Prince Fiyero Tigelaar of Winkie Country

will be filling out our student body...

having transferred from the Royal Winkie Academy.

Please help him feel welcome

without making direct eye contact.

Hi.

Enroll here often?

Could I ask you...

Anything. Anything you want.

Just to move out the way?

Absolute... Yeah, that'’s anything.

- How are you? - Oh, hi.

Yeah.

Are you looking for something?

Or...

someone?

No, I was...

What was I doing?

How would I know?

Our first fight.

Hmm.

- Oh. Still here. - Mm-hmm.

Well, I promised to give a guided tour

to any recently arrived students, so...

FIYERO: Hmm.

GALINDA: Wait.

Are you a recently arrived student?

I am, yeah.

Oh, I didn'’t know.

Though I'’m not sure I'’ll last longer at this school

than any of the others.

But I wasn'’t at any of your other schools.

Hmm.

And this is the, um... the book place.

There'’s a collection of, um,

rare books around here somewhere,

and some medium rare as well.

Well, there'’s so many to choose from.

Right?

So what do you do for fun around here?

GALINDA: Oh, well, nothing.

Until now.

You ever been to the Ozdust Ballroom?

The Ozdust Ballroom?

I mean, isn'’t that place somewhat illegal?

And scandalocious?

- Yeah, it is both of those things. Yeah. - Hmm?

It'’s also not far from here, which is another plus.

Whoa.

You all right?

BOQ: Yeah.

I'’m Fiyero Tigelaar.

Winkie Country.

Oh. Oz.

Boq Woodsman.

Of Munchkinland.

Great.

Excuse me. Good to know.

Um, what were you saying again

about the Ozdust and fun and you and me?

Um, unfortunately, it'’s against Shiz rules

to go into town after dark.

I see that, once again, the responsibility to corrupt

my fellow students...

falls to me.

GALINDA: Hmm.

FIYERO: Uh, excuse me.

Whoa.

The trouble with schools is...

GALINDA: Oh.

Shh!

STUDENTS: Hey!

I'’m gonna go study outside. I can'’t...

BOQ: Galinda. Galinda.

- Oh. - Hey. Here.

Oh.

Uh, keep it.

I'’ve got many.

I cry a lot.

Well, thank you.

- Um, I hope you'’ll save a dance for me tonight. - Oh.

I'’ll be right there, waiting, all night.

GALINDA: That'’s so kind.

But you know what would be even kinder?

Well, maybe I could invite her.

I would do anything for you.

Well?

- Oh, right now? - Why not?

- Go ask her right now? - Why not? She'’s right there.

Uh...

- Hey, Nessa. - Hi.

You'’re good.

I don'’t know what you mean.

I love helping others.

Oh.

And I happen to be free tonight.

After all...

NESSAROSE: You'’ll never guess what just happened to me.

What?

That perfectly adorable Munchkin boy just asked me out.

He said he was too shy to ask me at first,

but then Galinda emboldened him.

- Wait. Galinda? - Don'’t.

Don'’t you dare say another word against her.

I'’m about to have the happiest night of my life,

thanks to Galinda.

Please, Elphaba, try to understand.

PFANNEE: And one, two, three!

- Whoo! That was it. - Oh. We'’re in.

- That was it. - And it'’s perfect.

- Oh, sweet Oz. - Wow.

Am I not the most scandalocious little fish in the sea?

The most.

PFANNEE: Fiyero'’s gonna lose what'’s left of his mind.

I mean, we nailed it.

- GALINDA: Now, hurry up. - SHENSHEN: Okay, I may...

GALINDA: I can'’t believe this boy knows how to get into

- the Ozdust Ballroom. - SHENSHEN: I know.

GALINDA: And that we just happened to cross paths today.

- Am I right? - Um...

Ew.

- What even is that? - Galinda?

Hmm?

What'’s the reason?

I know. It'’s my granny.

She always makes me the most hideoteous hats.

I'’d give it away, but I don'’t hate anyone that much.

I couldn'’t.

Could I?

No.

Oh.

- Hey. - SHENSHEN and GALINDA: Hi.

SHENSHEN: Um, we should go.

PFANNEE: Yeah, we have to go rouge our knees.

- SHENSHEN: I know. - PFANNEE: Do it.

- Yeah. Right. - Super rouge.

- Bye, Elphaba. - I do it every day.

- Love your shoulder pad. - Yeah. You just always look...

- just a joy... - So good and joyful.

Galinda, um,

Nessa and I were talking about you just now, and...

Oh, well, we were just talking about you.

How you should join us tonight.

I don'’t follow.

You join us at the Ozdust.

I'’m inviting you.

Why?

Well... well, because everyone will be there.

And don'’t tell me you have nothing to wear,

because you could wear this.

I mean, it goes with everything you own.

PFANNEE: We'’re gonna get arrested.

Move. Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Sorry to disturb you, Madame Morrible,

but I have a favor to ask.

Okay. Here we go.

FIYERO: Here we go. Here we go. You ready?

Yep! Yeah!

DANCERS: Hey, hey!

FIYERO: Yeah!

Hey! Hey!

DANCERS: Oh...!

DANCERS: Oh...!

Oh...!

Oh, Boq, I know why.

You do?

Well, isn'’t that right?

No. Whoa. No, no.

I don'’t feel sorry for you.

You'’re great. I asked you because...

Because...

You know what?

What?

Oh, yeah.

DANCERS: Hey!

GALINDA: Are all the Tigelaars...

You.

Me?

And you can go back to doing whatever this is.

Go. Go.

Yeah.

Madame Morrible, you are...

Seriously, I admire you so...

Enough.

GALINDA: A magic wand?

It'’s a training wand.

A training wand?

For me?

Madame Morrible, how can I express my gratitution?

It is my heart'’s desire to become a sorceress.

Thank you for having faith in me.

Actually, I have no faith in you.

This is your roommate'’s idea, not mine.

I'’m confused.

Miss Elphaba has requested

that I include you in our sorcery seminar

and insisted that I tell you this very night

or she would quit.

Elphaba did?

Mm-hmm.

But why?

I'’m a sorceress, not a mind reader.

I have no idea why.

But I can'’t risk losing her, so here I am.

My personal opinion, dear,

is that you do not have what it takes.

I hope you prove me wrong.

I doubt you will.

Uh, you may want to thank her. She just got here.

What?

WOMAN: What is she wearing?

WOMAN 2: What a ridiculous hat.

WOMAN 3: Her hat is disgustifying.

MAN: What is she doing?

MAN 2: Oh, look at her go.

WOMAN 4: What does she think she'’s doing?

MAN 3: Is she dancing?

Hi.

I'’ll say this much, she doesn'’t give a twig what anyone thinks.

Of course she does.

She just pretends not to.

I can'’t watch.

I feel awful.

Why?

It'’s not like it'’s your fault.

Excuse me.

- What are you doing? - Stop.

No.

It'’s all right.

Hmm.

Just do it.

GALINDA: Wait a second.

You'’re telling me that was your first party ever?

Well, do funerals count?

That was funny.

Thank you.

Ah, I couldn'’t remotely sleep.

- Neither can I. - I know.

Let'’s tell each other something we'’ve never told anyone before.

Okay, fine. I'’ll go first.

Fiyero and I are getting married.

He asked you already?

Oh, he doesn'’t know yet.

Oh, okay.

Okay, now you tell me a secret.

Like what?

Like...

Like...

Why do you sleep with this funny little green bottle under your pillow?

- What is this? I want to know. - No, please, give that back.

- Serious... Oh. - Give that... Give it back!

It was my mother'’s. That'’s all.

GALINDA: Well, that'’s not fair.

I told you a really good one.

My father hates me.

What?

That'’s not the secret.

Oh.

The secret is that, um,

he has a good reason.

It'’s my fault.

What is?

That my sister is the way she is.

When my mother was carrying Nessa,

my father began to worry that she might come out...

- Green. - Green.

He was so worried that he made my mother chew milkflowers

day and night.

Only...

the milkflowers made Nessa come too soon, and...

and her little legs, they...

And my mother...

Well, she never woke up.

None of which would'’ve ever happened if it wasn'’t for...

for me.

So...

it'’s my fault.

What? No.

That was the milkflowers'’ fault,

not yours.

That might be your secret, Elphaba,

but that doesn'’t make it true.

Look.

It'’s tomorrow.

And, Elphie...

Can I call you "Elphie"?

- Well, it'’s a little bit perky. I don'’t really... - I know.

I know. I'’m gonna call you that.

And you can call me... Galinda.

That is your name.

Let'’s not quarrel.

- Elphie? - Hmm?

Now that we'’re friends...

I'’ve decided to make you my new project.

Oh, you really don'’t have to do that.

I know.

That'’s what makes me so nice.

Hmm.

Mm-mmm. Never mind.

- Yeah. - I should... Okay.

Gonna put these right back on ya.

Well, are.

This is never gonna work.

What?

Elphie, you mustn'’t think that way.

Your whole life is gonna change,

and it'’s all because of me.

Come on.

- Well, actually... - Don'’t make me laugh.

- They were... - Popular.

Right!

Come here.

First, hair.

We toss our hair.

Ready?

Toss, toss.

Toss, toss.

That'’s a choice.

Next, I'’m gonna transform this simple frock/coat...

this simple "froat"... boop... into a magnificent ball gown.

Ball gown.

Ball gown.

Ball gown.

Come on. I'’m counting on you.

Ball gown.

Seriously?

- Do you need my help? - No!

Just wear the "froat." It'’s pretty.

Let'’s just start a little smaller.

After you, madame.

- Thank you. - Let'’s see.

Oh.

Maybe...

just this.

Pink goes good with green.

Goes "well" with green.

It so does.

Why, Miss Elphaba...

look at you.

You'’re beautiful.

I have to go.

Wha...

You'’re welcome.

Oh, hello.

Wow.

- WOMAN: Oh, hi, Elphaba. - MAN: Oh, hey.

MAN 2: Hey, Elphaba.

- Hi. How are you? - Good.

Toss, toss.

No.

You'’ve been Galinda-fied.

You don'’t need to do that, you know.

ELPHABA: Hmm.

Come on. Let'’s get to class.

GALINDA: It'’s Dr. Dilly.

ELPHABA: Or Dr. Dilly, because you can'’t call him that.

- It'’s Dr. Dillamond. - Well, he calls me...

- Hey, it'’s not his fault. - He needs to accept it.

ELPHABA: He doesn'’t have upper front teeth.

Uh, Dr. Dillamond, I picked you some poppies.

Not now, Miss Elphaba.

Please, everyone, take your seats.

I'’ve something to say

- and very little time. - It was upside down, I guess.

DR. DILLAMOND: My dear students,

this will be my last day here at Shiz.

You see,

animals are no longer permitted to teach.

- What? - It'’s all right, Miss Elphaba.

I'’ll be all right. I...

Students, remain calm, please.

There'’s no cause for alarm.

What is this? What'’s happening?

Come on, goat.

Hey!

- You can'’t permit this. - Miss Elphaba,

I'’m afraid it'’s out of our hands.

DR. DILLAMOND: They can take away my job,

- but I shall continue speaking out! - Dr. Dillamond.

Listen to me! You'’re not being told the whole story!

Are we all just gonna sit here in silence?

That'’s quite enough, Miss Elphaba.

Take your seat.

- MISS CODDLE: Students... - Are you all right?

Your new history professor

has prepared a special presentation.

Good afternoon, students.

Good afternoon!

STUDENTS: Good afternoon.

In times such as these,

it behooves us all not merely to study the past

but to look to the future.

This is called a cage.

This remarkable innovation is for the good of all Oz,

as well as for the animal'’s own good.

- You see... - ELPHABA: If it'’s so good,

why is he trembling?

He'’s just happy to be here.

Now, one benefit of caging an animal this young

is that in all likelihood, he'’ll never learn to speak.

Oh, no.

The dimensions of the cage will vary

upon the size of the animal,

but the basic design remains the same.

Let me show you.

Can you imagine a world where animals are kept in cages

and they never learn to speak?

This poor lion cub seems so frightened.

What are we gonna do?

Sorry, "we"?

Well, someone'’s got to do something!

Hey. Hey, hey.

Hey, come here.

What is happening?

I don'’t know. I-I got mad and...

Fiyero, what are you doing?

Well, you coming?

Come on.

Look.

Come on.

Come, buddy. That'’s it.

- There we go. - Yeah.

- There we go. - All right.

What in the name of Oz?

ELPHABA: I didn'’t mean to scare you.

Why is it you'’re always causing some sort of commotion?

I don'’t cause commotions... I am one.

Yeah. Well, that'’s for sure.

So, you think I should just keep my mouth shut?

- Is that what you'’re saying? - What? No.

- No, I'’m saying... - You think I want to be this way?

- I... - You think I want to care this much?

- No, I mean... - I know that my life

would be much easier if I didn'’t care, but...

Do you ever let anyone else talk?

Sorry.

I was just...

But can I just say one more thing?

You could'’ve walked away back there.

So?

So no matter how shallow and self-absorbed

you pretend to be...

Uh, excuse me. There is no pretense here.

I happen to be genuinely self-absorbed

- and deeply shallow. - Oh, please.

No, you'’re not.

Otherwise, you wouldn'’t be so unhappy.

Fine.

Well, if you don'’t want my help...

No, I do.

What did you mean to do back there?

And why was I the only one you didn'’t do it to?

You'’re bleeding.

Am I?

Mm-hmm.

There.

It must'’ve scratched you.

Yeah.

Or maybe it scratched me or something.

I better get to safety.

- The cub. - Mm-hmm.

- I better get the, uh... - Of course.

the cub to safety.

Mm-hmm.

Fiyero.

GALINDA: Dearest.

Oh, my goodness, I was worried sick.

- Oh, it'’s good to see you. - Oh, thank Oz.

MADAME MORRIBLE: Miss Elphaba!

Come at once!

There!

Elph... Elphie, you got to get down there.

Come on.

MADAME MORRIBLE: Miss Elphaba,

I finally heard back from the Wizard.

Look!

Oh, stop.

I just cannot.

It'’s yours. Open it.

"His Royal Ozness,

the Wonderful Wizard of Oz..."

"summons you most ceremony-ishly

to his personal palace in the Emerald City."

Uh, wait. Um, wait.

"This invitation is nontransferable."

- WOMAN: Bye. - WOMAN 2: Bye.

This is your chance to make good.

Of course, you'’re going to have to prove yourself first.

- Prove myself? - Prove yourself worthy.

Deary...

this is the Wizard of Oz.

If he'’s gonna grant your heart'’s desire...

But prove myself how?

I...

I'’m not ready. It'’s too soon.

Don'’t be so pessi-mystical.

I, too, had to prove my powers when I met the Wizard.

You'’ll find a way.

I have faith in you.

Not to fret.

Weather is my specialty.

Mustn'’t let you get wet.

Okay. I'’ll make a hand umbrella.

My hair. Thank you.

Not when you'’re on the cusp of greatness.

All aboard for the Emerald City!

Father, this is Boq, the boy I wrote to you about.

BOQ: Oh, yes.

Governor Thropp, good to meet you.

Oh, I'’ve heard so much about you.

My Nessarose is very precious to me,

so you see you take good care of her.

I-I understand.

Good.

GALINDA: Elphie.

Elphie, the train is here.

And it came with the cutest little man with a mustache.

You got to see him.

Oh, Elphie, how will we manage without you?

You won'’t even notice I'’m gone.

Uh, you have Fiyero.

Oh.

Um, speaking of Fiyero, uh, where is he?

Not that I expected him to come and say goodbye, but...

I mean, we barely know each other.

Well, I barely know him anymore either.

He'’s been different.

He'’s distant and moodified.

And he'’s been thinking, which really worries me.

It all started the day Dr. Dillamond was fired.

I mean, who knew he cared so much about that old goat?

GALINDA: Look, he did come.

Dearest.

We'’re over here, darling.

Come.

Hi.

Elphaba.

Fiyero.

I'’m happy for you.

Thank you.

Yes. We are both so happy.

I'’ve been thinking...

Yeah, I heard.

About the, uh, the lion cub and Dr. Dillamond.

I think about that day a lot.

So do I.

Oh, me, too.

Oh, me, too. Me, too.

Mm-hmm.

I think about it constantly.

I mean, poor Dr. Dillamond.

It makes one want to...

to take a stand.

In fact, excuse me.

Everyone. Please.

I have an announcement.

I am changing my name.

- What? - What?

- FIYERO: Your name? - Yes.

- ELPHABA: Are you sure? - Yes.

Since Dr. Dillamond used to have his own goat-like way

of pronouncifying my name,

in solidarity

and in order to express my outrage,

I will henceforward be known no longer as "Ga-linda"

but simply...

Glinda.

SHENSHEN: Clapping.

- She'’s so good. - Oh, she so is.

Such braverism.

Oh!

PFANNEE: Galinda no more. Glinda henceforth.

BOQ: Glinda, you'’re wonderful!

Glinda!

Good luck.

See?

There. Wh-Wh-What is that?

- Don'’t be upset, Galinda. - It'’s "Glinda" now!

Stupid. I don'’t even know what made me say it.

It doesn'’t even matter what your name is. Everyone loves you.

I don'’t care.

I want him.

I don'’t even think he'’s perfect anymore, and I still want him.

This must be what other people feel like.

How do they bear it?

- CONDUCTOR: All aboard for the Emerald City! - The mustache man.

Hey, come on. The train.

Thank you.

CONDUCTOR: Stand clear of the doors!

ELPHABA: Goodbye!

Oh. Wait.

Oh, excuse me. Um...

Elphie, here. I forgot to give you this.

Oh.

Bye.

- Come with me! - What?

To meet the Wizard.

What are you saying?

Get on the train. You'’re gonna miss it.

I wouldn'’t want to impose.

It doesn'’t... It doesn'’t matter. Just come with me.

I couldn'’t possibly. This is your moment.

I'’m coming.

Ow. Ow.

ANNOUNCER: Now arriving at Emerald City Station.

ANNOUNCER: Presenting the absolute factual story

of our Wonderful Wizard of Oz,

starring the Emerald City Players!

Goodbye. Goodbye.

NARRATOR: But the Wise Ones

left a prophecy.

Look.

A man in a balloon arriving from the sky.

Maybe he is here to fulfill the prophecy,

but can he read the Grimmerie?

"O-ma-ha.

O-ma-ha."

He can read it.

He must be...

a Wizard.

The Wizard will see you now.

Hello.

Elphaba Thropp.

Listen to me.

You can do this.

You can do anything.

- What is that sound? - I don'’t know.

- Oh, no. I do not... - No, go.

- I cannot go. - Go, go, go.

- Go. Elphaba. Go. - I don'’t... Oh.

I am Oz.

Oh, Elphie.

I am Oz, the Great and Terrible.

Who are you?

And why do you seek me?

Elphie, say something. Say something.

- What am I supposed to say? - Just say something. Anything.

- THE WIZARD: Say something. - Um...

Say something!

My name is Elphaba Thropp...

Your Ozness.

And-and this is...

THE WIZARD: E-Elphaba, is that you?

- Elphaba Thropp? - A man.

THE WIZARD: Elphaba Thropp.

I didn'’t know it was you.

You made it.

Uh, sorry about all that.

I didn'’t mean to...

startle you.

You know, when I'’m back there,

I cannot make out people'’s faces.

Well, it'’s just so...

It'’s so great to meet you...

It'’s so great to...

- Hang on. What'’s that? - What?

I'’m so sorry. May I?

- S-Sure. Yes. - Okay, now, just... It'’s okay.

THE WIZARD: Oh.

For you.

My special guest.

That'’s a keepsake for you to cherish

for all of your days.

Very kind of you, Your Ozness.

Thank you.

And this is, uh, an additional unexpected...

Hi. What'’s your name?

Glinda.

The "Ga" is silent.

Hello, Belinda.

Uh, what you looking at there?

Oh, yeah. Ugh.

Well, I don'’t know.

I think it'’s a bit much,

but, uh, folks have come to expect that sort of thing.

That'’s good. Oh, thank you. Thank you.

But if you think that'’s something to see,

wait till you see this.

I give you the Oz of tomorrow.

Yes. Yes.

Now, I don'’t know if your eyes have already fallen upon

this long and winding path.

- Do you see that? - ELPHABA: Mm-hmm.

- THE WIZARD: I think people need direction. - GLINDA: Mmm.

THE WIZARD: When this thing gets built, everybody, always,

is gonna remember that if you just follow the road...

follow the road...

it'’s gonna lead you right...

to me.

Recently, I'’ve gotten a little stuck

trying to figure out what color the bricks of that road ought to be.

So, I jerry-rigged this thing up,

which does that.

ELPHABA and GLINDA: Oh.

Uh, Elphaba, you give that a whirl.

Oh, sure.

Um, let'’s try.

What about green?

GLINDA: Hmm.

ELPHABA: Um, yellow.

Maybe purple?

Wait. Just go back one, please.

THE WIZARD: The yellow, really?

- Yes. - Huh.

It just says "road" to me.

Let me see. Huh.

And... Oh.

Yellow brick road? I don'’t know.

Oh, hey. Come up here.

- GLINDA: Oh. - Come up here with me in my sandbox.

Step right up. Watch this.

So here'’s where we are,

and when we open it up, inside...

- That'’s you. - Well, it is me.

Yeah, it is me.

I like it. I shouldn'’t.

I'’m here by myself a lot. Anyway.

I don'’t, uh... Oh.

I forgot.

If my head wasn'’t attached, it would, uh...

I'’d-I'’d leave it in, uh, Munchkinland.

Hey, you know what I had made? Look. Special.

Keep that.

I... No, I mean it.

Keep it, keep it forever.

Because at some point, who knows?

We might be putting your little artifact in there

right next to mine.

'’Cause maybe someday, you'’re gonna be calling

this whole pile of stones your home.

Elphie.

She'’s green.

Oh, well, she doesn'’t have to be.

Would that be your... your heart'’s desire?

No.

No.

My heart'’s desire is for you to help the animals.

Something bad is happening to them, and they need you.

I had a feeling you were gonna say that.

And I agree wholeheartedly.

Yeah. Wow, that'’s the darndest thing.

It'’s almost like I, uh... I already know you.

I knew you'’d understand.

That makes me... That makes me so happy.

Well, that'’s what I love best.

Making people happy.

THE WIZARD: All right.

That'’s enough of that.

Okay. Uh...

Uh, away with the moon.

- THE WIZARD: Huh? - ELPHABA: Is that...?

- GLINDA: Oh, it is. - THE WIZARD: It is.

ELPHABA: Madame Morrible, what are you doing here?

MADAME MORRIBLE Oh, deary.

I couldn'’t miss your big moment.

Neither could you, I see. Hmm.

I...

I don'’t believe it.

GLINDA: Is that the Grimmerie?

MADAME MORRIBLE: Yes.

That'’s the ancient book of wisdom,

thaumaturgy and enchantments.

Can I touch it?

No.

THE WIZARD: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

She may not be ready.

Casting a spell with the Grimmerie,

that'’s a mighty tall order.

I, you know, I should know.

MADAME MORRIBLE: You'’re right. We mustn'’t rush her.

Perhaps today has been too overwhelming.

No. Please.

Let me try.

Let me prove myself.

Well...

MADAME MORRIBLE: Sweet Oz.

THE WIZARD: It opened for her.

THE WIZARD: So, which spell are you gonna start with?

We'’ve been working on levitation.

Levitation?

Oh. That'’s interesting.

Do you know that, um, Chistery here...

Ha-Have you ladies met, uh, Ch-Chistery,

the leader of my... my Emerald Guards?

Pleased to meet you.

THE WIZARD: Uh, he'’d hate to admit this...

does not like talking about himself...

but he watches birds

so longingly every morning.

ELPHABA : Birds?

ELPHABA: How can I help him?

- I-I don'’t... - Elphie, look.

Are those words?

The lost language.

Our lost language of spells.

Don'’t be discouraged

if you can'’t decipher it.

Deary, I, myself, can only read a word or two,

and that took years.

"Ah ben tah kay.

"Ah ben tah kay ah.

- "An tay deh tum. - Oh, Elphie.

- "En-tay ah. - Praise Oz.

ELPHABA: "Ah ben tah kay ah.

"En-tay ah. Tin feh tah.

"Ah ben kanaph. Ah ben janah.

"Ah ben vinge. Ah ben ala.

"Ah ben krahu. Ah ben kanat.

"Ah ben nku. Ah ben kanaph.

"Ah ben janah. Ah ben vinge.

"Ah ben ala. Ah ben krahu.

"A ben kanat. Ah ben nku. Ah ben kanaph.

- Ah ben janah. Ah ben vinge." - What did I tell you?

ELPHABA: "Ah ben ala. Ah ben krahu.

"A ben kanat. Ah ben nku.

"Ah ben kanaph. Ah ben janah.

"Ah ben vinge. Ah ben ava.

"Ah ben ah krahu. A ben kanat.

Ah ben nku. Ah ben ka..."

Chistery, are you all right?

Chistery?

It'’s just the transition, deary.

It'’s just the transition.

Oh.

But it'’s hurting him.

Chistery.

Don'’t bite. Don'’t bite.

Glory-osky.

You did it.

You actually did it.

He'’s in pain.

Quick. How do I reverse it?

- Reverse it? - How do I reverse it?!

A spell from the Grimmerie can never be reversed.

MADAME MORRIBLE: Elphaba.

- Elphaba. - No. No.

I knew she had the power.

I told you.

Elphie, this is astoundifying.

It'’s just what we hoped for... eyes in the skies.

Yes. They'’ll make perfect spies.

Spies?

- Elphaba? Elphaba? - Oh, uh, no. No.

GLINDA: Elphie? Elphie?

You'’re right. That'’s a very harsh word.

Oh, "scouts." What about "scouts"?

'’Cause they'’re gonna be flying around Oz

reporting back on any seditious animal activity...

Seditious animal activity? What does that mean?

- Elphie. - What are you s...

I'’m sure the Wizard has a good reason.

It'’s you.

You'’re behind all of this.

You'’re the reason why people are turning against the animals. You...

It'’s all because of you.

We'’re doing this to keep people safe.

All of Oz will benefit.

And you'’ve known all along.

Since the day you met me.

You will benefit, too, deary.

- You must trust me. - Don'’t.

- Don'’t! - El-Elphaba.

When I first got here, well, there was discord.

There was discontent.

And back where I come from,

everybody knows that the best way to bring folks together

is to give them a... a real good enemy.

If you wanted s-spies, why wouldn'’t you just...

Why wouldn'’t you just make them yourself? You...

Elphaba.

Elphaba.

You are talking to the Wizard of Oz!

Read it.

Cast a spell.

Read it!

- MADAME MORRIBLE: Elphaba. - Don'’t...

You can'’t, can you?

Can you?

That'’s why you need all of this.

And you need spies and-and animals in cages

and an-an enemy. You...

You have no real power.

Exactly.

That'’s why I need you.

MADAME MORRIBLE: Think of your future, deary.

ELPHABA: Stay back.

Elphie, listen to them.

Please.

THE WIZARD: Good advice, young lady.

Listen, uh, Elphaba, if you can pull this off,

first crack out of the box...

Oh. Oh, my golly.

I can'’t even imagine.

And I meant every word about you having a home here.

It'’s gonna be you and me

and, hey, if it'’d make you happy,

possibly... your friend.

Really?

Why not?

No.

MADAME MORRIBLE: Elphaba!

You want to do yourself some good?

Get her back.

GLINDA: Elphie. Elphie!

MADAME MORRIBLE: Listen.

Listen!

If you want to keep your families safe,

you'’ll stay loyal to our Wizard.

She did this.

The green one.

Don'’t let her get away!

Elphie, where are you going?

Elphie, what are you doing?!

Oh. Oh! No.

Elphaba, please. Come back. Let'’s just have a word with them.

Elphie. Elphie!

What are you doing?

No, no, no, no!

Take it!

GLINDA: Elphie!

Oh! Oh, my gosh!

Guards.

Guards.

Guards.

There'’s a fugitive at large here in the palace.

Bring her to me.

- Elphaba, what are you doing? - Just follow me. Follow me.

Where? What? Are you out of your mind?

- Goodness, Elphaba, you'’re being ridiculous. - ELPHABA: Just come on.

GLINDA: Where are you going?

ELPHABA: Up.

- Get in quickly. - Absolutely ridi...

Quick. Jump.

Jump? Me, jump?

Quick. Jump, Glinda.

Jump now!

GLINDA: Slipping!

ELPHABA: Just grab my hand. Come on.

GUARD: Come on! Grab on!

ELPHABA: Get off!

Give me my leg.

Give me my leg.

GUARD: Move!

- GUARD 2: Faster! - GUARD: Push!

- GUARD 2: Help me with this! - Hey! No!

Oh, no, no.

Elphie, Elphie, Elphie.

- Faster! - Look out!

ELPHABA: No!

Quick. Get off.

Ow, ow.

ELPHABA: Don'’t look back!

GUARD: Get out of the way!

GLINDA: This is not good.

This is not good. This is not good. Elphie.

Elphie!

Calm down. You have got to let him explain.

ELPHABA: Over my dead body.

This is everything you'’ve dreamed of.

Elphaba, this is so much bigger than us.

Why couldn'’t you have stayed calm, for once,

instead of flying off the handle?

I hope you'’re happy!

I hope you'’re happy.

MADAME MORRIBLE : Citizens of Oz,

there is an enemy who must be found and captured.

Believe nothing she says.

She has stolen our Grimmerie.

She is evil,

responsible for the mutilation of these poor, innocent monkeys.

GLINDA: Oh, no.

MADAME MORRIBLE: Her green skin

is but an outward manifestorium of her twisted nature.

This distortion.

This repulsion.

This...

Wicked Witch.

Don'’t be afraid.

I'’m not afraid.

It'’s the Wizard who should be afraid of me.

Elphie, listen to me.

Listen to me. Just... Just say you'’re sorry.

I know.

No.

- GUARD: They'’re up there! - GUARD 2: You two! Come down!

Elphie, what are you doing?

Elphaba, please.

Listen to me. Stop.

"Ah ben tah kan. Ah ben tah kan ah tum."

GLINDA: Not that hideoteous levitation spell. Elphaba, please.

You don'’t know what you'’re doing with that. Please.

- "Ah ben ana tah. Ah ben for." - Stop.

- "Ah ben hegan." - Stop!

- "Ah ben..." - Stop!

Well...

Where are your wings?

Maybe you'’re not as powerful as you think you are.

Sweet Oz.

Heave!

Quickly.

Get on.

What?

Heave! Heave! Heave!

Come with me.

Think of what we could do together.

Are you coming?

Elphie, you'’re trembling.

Mmm.

Here.

Put this around you.

You, too.

- There they are! - Get them!

Get her!

No. Leave her alone.

- She hasn'’t done anything wrong! - No. Ow.

- Get away from me! - No!

- GUARD: Catch them now! - GLINDA: Elphie!

No. Back off. Back off!

- Elphie. Elphie, stop. No. - I'’m the one you want.

- I'’m the one you want. - No.

- It'’s me! - GUARD: Get her!

It'’s me!

GOVERNOR: What have you done this time?

KIDS : Green on top.

Someone run and tell her that everyone can smell her.

GOVERNOR: Just stop jabbering. Just do what I say.

MADAME MORRIBLE: Think of your future, deary.

GOVERNOR: Take it away!

MADAME MORRIBLE : Citizens of Oz.

There is an enemy

who must be found and captured.

Believe nothing she says.

MAID: Governor. Oh.

- GOVERNOR: My heart. - She has stolen our Grimmerie.

MAID: Oh, no, Governor!

- She is evil. - What'’s happening?

MAID: Nessarose!

MADAME MORRIBLE: Her green skin

is but an outward manifestorium of her twisted nature.

This distortion.

This repulsion.

- This... - Come on.

MADAME MORRIBLE: Wicked Witch.