~girls enter bedroom and sit down on beds~
Galinda: You dance amazing!
Elphaba: I did dance when my dear father begged to take classes!
Galinda: Cool!
Authoress 2: ...*eats taco*
Galinda: *hears crunching and looks around*
Elphaba: It's not me!
Galinda: WHO EVER IS MAKING THAT NOISE, PLEASE STOP!
Authoress 2: *eats taco* YUM! I'm gonna buy more during intermission!
Galinda: YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE FOOD IN HERE!
Authoress 2: I CAN DO ANYTHING I WANT! I'M THE AUTHORESS!
Galinda: *has mad face and then goes back to a happy one* Now where were we, Elphaba? Oh yeah! We were talking about your dance!
Elphaba: Okay! I danced this one when I was at the funeral!
Galinda: A funeral?
Elphaba: My father would never let me go to parties. He thought my IQ level would go down.
Authoress 2: No wonder! Are you thirsty?
Elphaba: What? Am I thirsty?
Authoress 2: Galinda! Are you thirsty?
Galinda: No.
Elphaba: I have an idea!
Galinda: What?
Elphaba: Let's tell secrets!
Galinda: OOOOHH! *claps excitedly* LET ME GO FIRST! *gets on Elphaba's bed* Fiyero...And...I...Are...Going...To...Be...MARRIED! *scares Elphaba off the bed*
Elphaba: *smiles and confused* What? Are you sure? You've known each other for... less than 14 hours.
Galinda: OH YEAH! He doesn't know yet! And I have another secret!
Authoress 1: What is it!?
Elphaba: *dies of anticipation*
Galinda: I LOVE CHICKEN! Thanks a lot stupid authoress! Now I'm hungry!
Authoress 2: Sucks to be you!
Elphaba: My turn?
Galinda: Oh yeah! *looks under the pillow* I'm thirsty! *pulls out the little green bottle*
Elphaba: Don't drink that!
Galinda: TELL ME WHY!
Elphaba: It was my mother's. She passed away years ago. So I kept it safe.
Galinda: I'm sorry! How did she die!?
Elphaba: Childbirth. When my mother was carrying Nessa, My father made her chew milkflowers. Nessa came too soon, with her legs all tangled up. Our mother never woke. My father said it was my fault, but oh well.
Galinda: But that was you father's fault for making her chew those milkflowers. That is a good secret, but it's not true. *looks at the window and then sings*
WHAT'S THE TIME? WELL IT'S GOTTA BE CLOSE TO MIDNIGHT! MY BODY'S TALKING TO ME. IT SAYS TIME FOR DANGER!
Fiyero: *jumps on the bed*
TAKE ME OUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTT TONIGHT!
Elphaba: HEY! OUT OF OUR ROOM!
Galinda:
MEOW!
Authoress 1: You know there are kids 10 and under watch this, right?
Elphaba: Well, you should have thought of that when you said to get back on stage when I was with D.D..
Fiyero: *leaves the stage*
Galinda: *waves* Bye Sweetie!
Elphaba: *waves* I WANNA BET!
Galinda: Bet what?
Elphaba: Truth or dare?
Galinda: Dare...
Elphaba: I dare you to be intelligent!
Galinda: *groans* Okay! But on one condition! I'll make you popular!
Elphaba: Deal! *shakes Galinda's hand*
Galinda: Okay! Then you go first!
Elphaba: Okay! *sings*
Whenever I see someone with less IQ than I,
and let's face it, who doesn't have less IQ than I?
My tender brain tends to start to bleed.
And when someone starts to fail at math,
I simply have to direct their path!
In order to show them exactly what they need!
And even in your case,
Though it's the toughest case I've yet to face,
Don't worry, I'm determined to make YOU succeed!
Follow my lead,
And yes indeed, you will be...
INTELLIGENT!
You're going to be intelligent!
I'll put you right on track, ,
When you start to slack,
And teach you how to read and write,
Yes!
I'll show you what books to peruse!
How to find your muse!
Everything that really counts to be...
INTELLIGENT!
I'll help you be intelligent!
If you're willing to learn,
There's so much you'll earn,
Knowing the vocab you've got to know.
So let's start,
'Cause you've got an awfully long way to go!
Galinda: *sings*
Don't be offended by my frank analysis!
Think of it as personality dialysis!
Now that I've chosen to become a pal,
a sister, and adviser,
there's nobody wiser.
Not when it comes to...
POPULAR!
I know about popular.
And with an assist from me to be who'll you be,
instead of dreary who you were!
...Well are
There's nothing that can stop you from becoming populer!
Galinda & Elphaba:
Lar!
LA LAAA LA LAAAAAAAA
I'm gonna make you Pop~U~Lar (Intel~Li~Gent)!
Elphaba:
When I see dim-witted maids,
With uproariously horrible grades,
I remind them on their own they have
To - read - of
Galinda:
Celebrated heads of state,
Or specially great communicators!
Did they have brains or knowledge?
Don't make me laugh!
Galinda & Elphaba:
OF COURSE THEY DID (THEY WERE POPULAR)!
Please!
It's all about intelligence (popular)!
Galinda:
It's not about aptitude!
It's the way your viewed!
So it's very shrewd to be...
Elphaba:
Very very popular
like YOU!
Galinda: *speaks* I-I... I have to go!
Elphaba: *looks at self in mirror being all preppy*
And though you complain,
You think it's obviously lame,
But I know clandestinely,
You're gonna thank me one day!
For your first great new A!
Aah!
Galinda: *comes back in*
Galinda & Elphaba:
LA LAAA LA LAAAAAA
You'll be popular (intelligent)!
Just not quite as popular (intellegent) as MEEEE!