Wicked Broad Way Musical Page #2

Perhaps you recall my essay, "Magic Wands, Need They Have A Point".

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

Galinda:
Well, exactly!

Elphaba:
We have not yet received our room assignments.

Morrible:
Yes, yes, of course! Oh, You must be Miss Nessarose, the governor's daughter.

What a tragically beautiful face you have! Sees Elphaba, snorts...And you must be.

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

Morrible:
Yes, yes, I'm sure you're very bright.

Galinda:
Bright? She's phosphorescent.

Morrible:
I don't seem to have you on my list. Oh, well a slight gulch, but not to fret! We'll find someplace to put you.

Galinda:
Y'know, I don't even think she read my essay.

Shen Shen:
That's so unfair!

Boq:
You should say something!

Galinda:
Should I?

Pfanee:
Do it!

Morrible:
Now, which one of you young ladies would like to volunteer to share with Miss Elphaba?

Galinda:
Madame Morrible...

Morrible:
Thank you dear. Oh, how very good of you!

Galinda:
What?

Morrible:
Miss Elphaba, you may share with Miss Galinda.

Galinda:
Huh?

Morrible:
The governor made his concern for your sister's well being quite clear.

So, I thought it would be best if she share my private compartment where I can assist her as needed...

Elphaba:
But Madame, I've always looked after my sister.

Morrible:
Everyone, to your dormitories.

Elphaba:
But Madame...

Elphaba:
Let her go!!!

Nessarose's Wheelchair Is Torn From Morrible's Hands And Begins To Wheel Itself Back To Elphaba.

Morrible:
How did you do that?

Galinda:
How did she do that?

Nessarose:
Elphaba!

Morrible:
You mean this has happened before?

Elphaba:
Uh... Something just comes over me sometimes... I'm sorry, Madame.

Morrible:
What? Never apologize for talent! Talent is a gift! Have you ever considered a career in sorcery?

Elphaba:
Sorcery?

Morrible:
I shall tutor you myself, and take no other students.

Galinda:
What?

All Students But Galinda Exit.

Morrible:
Oh, Miss Elphaba...

MANY YEARS I HAVE WAITED

FOR A GIFT LIKE YOURS TO APPEAR

WHY I PREDICT THE WIZARD COULD MAKE YOU HIS

MAGIC, GRAND VIZIER!

MY DEAR, MY DEAR,

I'LL WRITE AT ONCE TO THE WIZARD

TELL HIM OF YOU IN ADVANCE

WITH A TALENT LIKE YOURS, DEAR, THERE IS

A DEFIN-ISH CHANCE

IF YOU WORK AS YOU SHOULD

YOU'LL BE MAKING GOOD

Galinda:
Madame Morrible...

Morrible:
No, not now dearest. She Exits.

Glinda:
This will just make me a better person. She simles.

She Runs Off.

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