Elphaba: What a touching display of grief.

Glinda: I don't think we have anything further to say to one another.

Elphaba: I wanted something to remember her by, and all that is left were those shoes, and now that wretched little farm girl has walked off with them. So I'd appreciate some time, alone, to say goodbye to my sister.

Elphaba: Nessa, please, please, please forgive me...

Glinda: Elphie... you mustn't blame yourself. It's dreadful, it is, to have a house fall on you, but accidents will happen.

Elphaba: You call this an accident?

Glinda: Yes! Well, maybe not an accident...

Elphaba: Well, what do you call it?

Glinda: Well... a regime change. Caused by a bizarre and unexpected twister of fate.

Elphaba: You think cyclones just appear out of the blue?

Glinda: I don't know, I never really...

Elphaba: No, of course you never! You're too busy telling everyone how wonderful everything is!

Glinda: I'm a public figure, now. People expect me to...

Elphaba: Lie?

Glinda: Be encouraging! And what exactly have you been doing besides riding around on that filthy, old thing?

Elphaba: Well, we can't all come and go by BUBBLE!  Who's invention was that, the Wizard's? Of course, even if it wasn't I'm sure he'd still take credit for it.

Glinda: Yes, well, a lot of us are taking things that don't belong to us, aren't we?

Elphaba: Now wait just a clock tick! I know it may be difficult for that blissful, blonde brain of yours to comprehend that someone like him could actually choose someone like me! But it's happened... it's real. And you can wave that ridiculous wand all you want, you can't change it! He never belonged to you, he doesn't love you, and he never did! He loves me!

Glinda slaps her.

Elphaba: cackles. Feel better now?

Glinda: Yes, I do.

Elphaba: Good, so do I.

[Wicked, the musical]