"Oh!" Galinda pouted, dragging her fingers through her curls. "My hair!" Elphaba rolled her eyes.
"What could possibly be wrong with your perfect blonde curly perfect hair, Miss Galinda?" Elphaba almost spat at Galinda with every angry syllable.
"Split ends!!!" Galinda's voice dragged out the "e" and she let her head flop back ungracefully. She immediately popped her head back up, though, and began pulling the small split ends apart, trying to hide the unfortunate hair-plague.
Elphaba stared almost incredulously as she witnessed Galinda happily picking apart the tips of her hair. Unwilling to spark another debate with Galinda, she muttered to herself, "That's not the only thing that's split."