Nessa: Elphaba! I'm proud of you! And I know father will be too. We're all proud aren't we?
Elphaba: Will you be alright without me?
Galinda: Oh yes she'll be fine. Biq will keep her company won't you Biq?
Boq: Its Boq! And I can't do this anymore
(He runs off stage)
Nessa: Boq!
Galinda: Nessa, maybe he isn't the right one for you
Nessa: No, he's the one. It's me who isn't right. Don't worry about me, Elphaba. I'll be fine. Safe journeys!
(She leaves)
Elphaba: Nessa wait!
Galinda: Elphie, she'll have to manage without you. We all will
Elphaba: Oh please, you'll barely notice I'm gone, you have Fiyero. Where is he anyway? Not that I expected him to say goodbye to me, we barely know eachother.
Galinda: I don't know him either. He's distant and moonified and he's been thinking. Which really worries me. It all started that day when Doctor Dillamond got fired. I never knew he cared so much about that old goat... Oh there he is, he did come! Fiyero, over here dearest!
(Fiyero runs on stage holding flowers)
Fiyero: Elphaba, I'm happy for you
(He gives her the flowers)
Fiyero: I've been thinking-
Elphaba: Yes, I heard.
Fiyero: About that lion cub, and everything. I think about that day a lot.
Elphaba: So do I
Galinda: Oh, me too. I think about it constantly. Poor Doctor Dillamond. It makes one want to take a stand... In fact I've been thinking of changing my name.
Fiyero: Your name?
Galinda: Yes, since Doctor Dillamond had his own way of pronouncing my name... in solidarity, and to express my outrage. I shall hence forward be no longer known as Galinda but as simply... Glinda.
Fiyero: Umm.... That's very admirable of you... Glinda
Glinda: Fiyero...
Fiyero: Elphaba... Good luck
(He leaves)
Glinda: You see, there.
Elphaba: Oh, don't cry Galinda!
Glinda: It's Glinda now! Stupid idea. I don't even know what made me say it.
Elphaba: Oh, it doesn't matter what your name is, everyone loves you.
Glinda: 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 can they bear it?!
Elphaba: Come with me
Glinda: Where?
Elphaba: To the Emerald City.
Glinda: Really?
Ozians: One short day in the Emerald cityyyyyyyyy.......
Glinda: OH I've always wanted to see the Emerald City!
Ozians: One short day in the Emerald cityyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!
YOU ARE READING
Wicked the Musical script
General FictionThe untold story of the Witches of Oz. Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked :( Though I wish I did. Story of how The Wicked Witch of the West was not that Wicked. I think you get the point.
