Your very first party? Ever?

Do funerals count?

But your very first party! (beat) I know! Let’s each tell the other something we’ve never told anyone! I’ll go first: Fiyero and I are going to be married!

(stunned) He’s asked you already?

Oh, he doesn’t know yet. (beat) Now you tell me a secret.

Like what?

Like -- (as she retrieves it) Why do you sleep with this funny little green bottle under your pillow?

(fiercely, grabbing at it) Give that back!

(holds it out of reach) Come on-- tell.

It was my mother’s, that’s all. Elphaba rips the bottle away from Galinda, and shoves it back under her pillow.

Well, that’s not fair, I told you a really good one.

My father hates me.

That’s not the secret. The secret is—he has a good reason. It’s my fault.

What, what is?

That my sister is... the way she is. You see, when our mother was carrying Nessa, our father began to worry... that the new baby might come out—

--Green.

He was so worried, he made our mother chew milk flowers, day and night. Only it made Nessa come too soon... with her little legs all tangled. And our mother-- never woke up. None of which would ever have happened... if not for me.

But-- that was the milk flower’s fault, not yours! That may be your secret, Elphaba. But it doesn’t make it true. (She looks out the window, sees the sun rising...) Look-- it’s tomorrow! And Elphie-- is it all right if I call you Elphie?

Well, it’s a little perky ...

And you can call me-- Galinda. You see Elphie, now that we’re friends, I’ve decided to make you my new project.

You really don’t have to do that.

I know. That’s what makes me so nice!