Stuff about Me:

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Favorite Law and Order: SVU Quotes:

Munch to Totula after finding out Totula wouldn't be transferred: You know you could never leave me.

D.A. Arthur Branch: GET IN HERE!
Det. Elliot Stabler: What was that about?
ADA Casey Novak: Oh probably about another subpoena I sent out.
Det. Elliot Stabler: For what?
ADA Casey Novack: Donald Rumsfeld

Dream: Act on Broadway as Elphaba in the Revival of Wicked and win a Tony for my performance

Signature: Celtic Knot necklace

Favorite Scent: Vanilla

Favorite Desserts: 1) Cherry pie 2) Chocolate covered strawberries

Favorite Colors: 1) Black 2) Green 3) Yellow 4) Red

You Can Find Me at Any:

1) Cafe 2) Bookstore 3) Theater

I am currently obsessed with:

1) Wicked (plan on being Elphaba in Wicked on Broadway) 2) Kristen Chenoweth 3) Idina Menzel (I want to see her in concert on my 20th birthday-and meet her backstage. That would be WICKED!)

4) Wizard of Oz (DAMN YOU Dorthoy!)

My favorite books:

1) WICKED: Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West 2) Son of a Witch 3) A Lion among Men 4) Mirror Mirror 5) Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister 6) Gossip Girl Series

7) Private Series 8) Zoey Dean's Talent Series 9) Pouser Series 10) The A-List Series 11) Pretty Little Liars Series 12) The Luxe Series 13) Airhead Series 14) Ophelia 15) A Countess Below Stairs 16) A Company of Swans 17) The Morning Gift 18) The Kitchen Boy 19) Rasputin's Daughter 20) Memiors of A Geisha 21) Ragtime 22) Comstock Rose 23) Marie, Dancing 24) Uprising 25) The Catcher in the Rye 26) The Virgin Suicides 27) The It Girl Series

Favorite Musicals:

1) WICKED!! 2) RENT 3) Mamma Mia! 4) See What I Wanna See 5) Gypsy 6) AIDA 7) Chicago 8) Ragtime, the Musical 9) Hairspray 10) Hair

Favorite Music/Artists:

1) Kristen Chenoweth 2) Idina Menzel 3) Shoshana Bean 4) Kerry Ellis 5) Broadway Showtunes 6) Sara Barellies 7) Natasha Bedingfield 8) European

Favorite Authors:

1) Sara Shepard 2) Rachel Maude 3) Kate Brian 4) Carolyn Meyer 5) Ann Rinaldi 6) Meg Cabot 7) Eva Ibbotson 8) Gregory Maguire 9) Cecily Von Ziegesar 10) Zoey Dean

Favorite Shows:

1) Bones 2) NCIS 3) Law and Order 4) Law and Order: Special Victims Unit 5) Law and Order: Criminal Intent 6) House, MD 7) Gossip Girl

Pairings:

Wicked:

1) Fiyeraba 2) Gloq

RENT:

1) Mauranne 2) Romi

Bones:

1) Bonth

I will kill you eighteen different ways with this paper clip. --Ziva David

Elphaba is, indeed, the girl with the straw fetish.-- LostOzian

Elphaba and Fiyero's restaurant, the Sweetheart Cottage:

http://www.maran-ata.net/minihearts/images/SweetheartCottage.jpg

This is Elphaba and Fiyero's cottage in Beauty and it's sequel and prequel:

http://www.kinkadecentral.com/paintings/2003acg-tk-seasidehideaway.htm

Here are the costumes that Milla and Elphaba wear in chapter 49 of Changed?

The costume is called East Coast Swing. Elphaba's is the sapphire (blue) one, and Milla's is the magenta (maroon) one.

http://www.curtaincallcostumes.com/index.cfm?act=product&page=57A&cat=12

Here's the dress that Elphaba picked in chapter 13. It's a Mary L Couture Bias Cut Gown.

http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/3007265/0~2376776~2374327~2374331~6014133?mediumthumbnail=Y&origin=category&searchtype=&pbo=6014133&P=3

Here's the link to Elphaba's wedding dress in Kiss Me Goodbye:

http://www.kleinfeldkollection.com/alita-graham-detail.cfm?pid=52&item_id=11161&rowid=9&page=2

Here's the link to the dress Ela wears to the Tonys:

http://www.bcbg.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3458811&cp=2769162.2768981&clickid=cat_leftnav_txt&parentPage=family

Laney's Dress for the Tonys:

http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/3034069?Category=&Search=True&SearchType=keywordsearch&keyword=raspberry+dress+in+Women27s+Apparel&origin=searchresults

Here's the link to the apartment Ela and Yero now rent (the apartment styling is a mix of modern and contemporary):

http://www.nyhabitat.com/new-york-apartment/furnished/12074

If you are so obsessed with Musical Theatre that you randomly start quoting it, copy this into your profile!

OZheads are just trying to make their way in a green world. If you are an OZhead then copy this to your profile!

If you don't have a problem with homosexuality, paste this into your profile. What's the big deal, people!? They're human, too!

If you think that green skin is awesome, copy this into your profile. Elphaba rules!! SHE JUST DOES, AND ANYONE WHO DENIES IT IS FREAKIFIED!!

Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, than weird is good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile!

Ways to Tell You're a True Wicked Fanatic:

-You now want to throw a brick at your TV every time you watch The Wizard of Oz and Elphaba is melted, but you tell yourself it's all an illusion and she's going to escape with Fiyero, so it's OK.

-While looking for colleges the first one on your list was Shiz.

-When making your Christmas Wish List, all you do is write the URL link to the Ozdust Boutique and send it to everyone you know.

-You plan to be in Wicked, and if you get there and find that you’re just not good enough then you think that you can move those darn sets.

-Before you reply to anything you think "what would Elphaba say?"

-You find yourself singing I’m Not That Girl, when you feel that you’re just not that girl.

-You tried to write your history paper on "The Great Drought and it's Effect on Animals in Society"

-If someone who hates you calles you a witch, you take it as a compliment.

-You get good grades because you tell yourself, "Elphie would pay attention in class, so I guess I have to." or "Elphie would be studying, not goofing off, so I probably should, too."

-You got upset when you found out you couldn't take Gillikinese, Vinkan, or Qua'ati for your second language class.

-You find yourself saying things like , "Oh, my Oz!" or "Sweet Lurline!" or "Oz-forsaken", or even "Son of a Munchkin" in public, and get really wierd looks for it.

-You wish you had a Goat teacher like Doctor Dillamond.

-Someone asks you, "If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?" and you answer Oz.

-You own a stuffed monkey named Chistery (yeah...)

-Cinderella's Castle? Screw that- give me Kiamo Ko.

-You have lost your voice singing Defying Gravity.

-You send various people the Wicked script over email or you print it out.

-Every fanfiction you write about Wicked is based on your own life cause you consider your self Elphaba.

-You can relate almost anything to Wicked, even if it is distant

-You introduce yourself as 'I am the other (insert position) (insert name) I am beautifully tragic.

-You talk to your pet due to suspicion that it might be an Animal in hiding. - yep!

-The background on your computer is the Wicked Defying Gravity scene.

-You brought up your grades because Elphaba's grades are good

Here's mine:

If you can't watch Wizard of Oz without wanting to throttle Dorothy, paste this into your profile.

If you think Dorothy is nothing but a friendship-ruining, fakeified, Witch-murdering, squeally little brat, paste this into you profile.

If you have developed a new Bohemian-Witch sense of style (dressing in dark colors and wearing thrift store clothes or fingerless gloves), paste this into your profile.

If you think what happened with California's Prop 8 is sick, horrifying, noisome (immoral), and absolutely satiating (terrible) paste this into your profile.

If you think that the Natasha Richardson tragedy is heartbreaking, paste this into your profile.

If you have attempted to Defy Gravity and have succeeded, paste this into your profile.

Some of My Favorite Fanfiction Quotes:

"I feel like the Big Bad Wolf in front of Little Red Riding Hood."

"Wrong fairy tale. I’m the Witch. Can’t you tell?"

--Fiyero and Elphaba, Itching, Chapter 23, by Fermataoso

Classes were cancelled as three of the professors refused to leave their quarters. This left the rest of the student body free to pester Madame Pomfrey.

-- Musical Maladies, Chapter 2, by Wings Of Fancy

“Five bucks says a tornado was involved somehow!” Fiyero cried, waving a dollar-bill in the air.

--Fiyero, Intervention, by The Pixess

Elphaba lay on her bed, feet on her pillow and head by the foot, pretending to be reading a book, even though Glinda wasn’t back yet. Yes, she had promised Fiyero she would sleep, but she had to find out what Glinda thought about seeing Fiyero on a date with a guy, and was pretty sure Glinda would wake her up to tell her about it anyway. She had sufficiently hidden her Raphablo costume; the suit (Glinda would cringe) folded into the top hat’s box with the hat itself, the shoes hidden at the bottom of the box of her knickknacks. Oh, that went far better than expected, in spite of Glinda’s numerous attempts to prove Fiyero wasn’t gay. Which he wasn’t, Elphaba thought. He was with me the whole time.

She heard voices out in the hallway, and put a little more effort in pretending to read.

-- Scandalacious Princess, Chapter 12, by LostOzian

That’s really what scandalacious was, another word for interesting. Something that made you perk up and pay attention. Something that boggled your mind.

And that’s the kind of scandalacious I was made for, Elphaba thought, slipping off the window seat as terrible inspiration struck. If there was any day to pretend to abide by Glinda’s idiotic fashion rules, it was today.

-- Scandalacious Princess, Chapter 13, by LostOzian

Fiyero couldn’t stand being ignored any longer. It was the Monday after he had been discovered, and whispers followed Fiyero wherever he went. Only three facts kept reoccuring: Glinda and he had broken up, Fiyero had been seen in girl's clothing, and Elphaba was somehow involved. Three days after the incident, Elphaba was still avoiding him, and it hurt. With a determination he had only felt once before- ironically, the moment he had decided to dress as a girl to make Elphaba love him- he entered the library. He wouldn’t let her get away from him this time.

-- Scandalacious Princess, Chapter 9, by LostOzian

As the animal ran away, an important question crossed Maureen’s mind. Without taking her eyes from Morrible she asked, “Faba? Please tell me I looked a little better than that when I landed. Did I?”

Her only answer was a shrug from her sister. That did it.

“Guys,” Maureen called to the Monkeys near them, “Lessons on landing later, please? Please?!”

Chistery spoke up from his place on Elphaba’s other side.

“Yes…today…before you’re hurt!”

Morrible was on her feet again. As afraid as she was, her nature won out, and her nature was to be cruel.

“Poor little witch! You can’t even land a broom?! You were better off without her, Elphaba. At least then you only had that simpering blonde at your heels. I did you a favor when I rid you of this one! She’s a useless runt, Elphaba. She’ll never be as powerful as you, never have the promise you have… never be as adept as me!”

Elphaba’s eyes were cold and stormy. For the first time since she’d met her sister, Maureen felt what it was like to be truly afraid of Elphaba and her power. She heard Elphaba answer, soft but deadly, “You wish!”

-- Maureen, Chistery, Morrible, Elphaba, If You Fear the Storm Ahead, Chapter 38, by BreathOfMidnightAir

Glinda's coddeling was enough to drive anyone batty, and Elphaba was already close to the edge. So she didn't feel too guilty about disapearing from the dorm room three days later and walking the grounds.

-- Seeing Is Decieving, Chapter 5, by Tiggy the Hopeless Romantic

“Mark, put the camera down.” said Maureen, “Do you really want to be the man behind the camera for the rest of your life? Filming other people’s life’s makes you miss out on your own.”

“But I--” Mark began.

“I know, filming is your passion,” said Maureen smiling at him, “But there’s a difference between filming out of passion and hiding behind your camera. You’re going to miss your chance if you stay behind the whole time.”

“What chance?” asked Mark stupidly.

“You’re so funny,” said Maureen, poking his nose, “You’ve been staring at her the whole night.”

“El—Elphaba?” asked Mark.

“Go on,” said Maureen, “I’ll watch your camera.” she took his camera gently out of his grasp. He smiled sheepishly and went to Elphaba. He cocked his head at the door. She looked at him curiously, but got off of Collin’s lap and followed him. Galinda watched them go, a secret smile on her face, she giggled before returning to her argument with Roger about the awesomeness of pink. She hated him, but she loved to fight with him.

--Mark and Maureen, Remember Me?, Chapter 5, by Wicked'elphaba-fiyero

He merely leaned his head on Elphaba’s shoulder, careful not to tip the hat, wondering why Elphaba had to be so sadistic to the poor Munchkin.

-- Scandalacious Princess, Chapter 11, by LostOzian

“Yero! I can walk now, you know!” She was insistent but Fiyero had a surprise for her.

“I know, love. But tell me, which way would you rather expend your energy? Walking all the way up to our bedroom, or in our bedroom?” His meaning was unmistakable. With a sensual smile, Elphaba let her body relax against him.

“In, please, Yero.”

“As you wish, love, it will be more than my pleasure.”

They moved upstairs that way. Along the way they passed guards and courtiers and servants but none of them thought twice. They had grown used to the Prince carrying his injured wife about.

When they reached their bedroom, Fiyero turned and watched as Elphaba locked the door. He helped her remove her gown, carefully; very carefully as her arm was still healing and when he laid her on the bed, he saw how her eyes followed him almost hungrily. When he joined her though, he moved over her body gently. This loving would be sure and passionate but supremely gentle. Fiyero was more than aware of her injury and how close he had come to losing her. It made their loving sweeter somehow, more precious.

Later, as they lay nestled together they both knew they had been granted a great gift from some Higher Power…more time.

-- Fiyero and Elphaba, Swept Across the Storm, Chapter 25, by BreathOfMidnightAir

The day after she first awoke, she watched an exhausted Fiyero sleeping soundly beside her. Rather than disturb him, she tried very carefully to get up on her own. Her legs felt like quoxberry jelly and she was more than a little lightheaded. She made it about halfway across the room. It was then that she ran out of furniture to lean on.

Two steps farther brought her excursion to a screeching halt. Her legs gave out and with her head spinning; she fell to the floor in a very unladylike manner. The thump, of course, awakened Fiyero who bolted from bed at the sight of his Fae in a heap on the rug.

-- Swept Across the Storm, Chapter 25, by BreathOfMidnightAir

Fiyero would later joke that he almost had to tie her down because she was so restless and insistent on beginning her work with Zara.

-- Swept Across the Storm, Chapter 25, by BreathOfMidnightAir

Glinda rubbed her eyes a few times, wondering who would have the nerve to kidnap Elphaba and greenify themselves in order to pull a trick like this.

-- Scandalacious Princess, Chapter 13, by LostOzian

Galinda gasped audibly at the sight. “Oh, Elphie!” she cried, dropping to her knees and flinging aside the books that were swamping her roommate. “I knew this would happen someday! When are you going to learn that magazines are the only safe reading material there is??”

-Galinda, Scottie Dog Blues, Chapter 1, by The Pixess

“Yero, this is it! This is the... the portal, the portal to the Wizard’s world, it makes so much sense now...” she pulled away from his arm – he grabbed his shoulder to keep the seams together – and started pacing in front of the fountain. Then she turned towards the scarecrow and grinned. “Fancy swimming?” she beamed and spread her arms and fell backwards off the edge of the fountain, into its roaring waters.

“Elphaba!” the scarecrow ran to the fountain, but there was no sign of his green skinned lover. “Elphaba!” his voice echoed off the stone of the fountain walls. “You are so lucky I love you,” he muttered before closing his eyes and diving into the water that never actually came...

-- Fiyero and Elphaba, Enchantifying!, Chapter 1, by obsessive-elphaba

“No Harry, you are not Voldemort, you are Harry Potter. Sharing his blood doesn’t make you what he is.” said Dumbledore, “Though, may I ask you to keep a close eye on Miss Elphaba? I fear she might be targeted by Voldemort, there’s another prophecy.”

“What prophecy? I don’t think I can handle many more sir.” said Harry, calming down.

“In time Harry.” said Dumbledore.

“See, you never give me any answers!”

--Harry and Dumbledore, Shizwarts, Chapter 5, by Wicked'elphaba-fiyero

Fiyero came up behind her, narrowing his eyes determinedly. He bent down, slowly prying the book out of the girl’s green hand.

“NO!!” she cried wildly, wrenching it back from him. She began flipping through the pages again. “Pixie dust, toadstools, where do you find…?”

“You find it at the liquor store, next to the stoli,” Fiyero said sardonically, yanking the book away again. “Now what is wrong with you?”

Elphaba eyed him fearfully. “Give it back,” she pleaded, pulling herself up and sitting cross-legged. She began to rock. “Need to study…have to pass… TOTOs…tomorrow…the TOTOs….no future, no future…”

-Scottie Dog Blues, Chapter 1, by The Pixess

Her face immediately darkened, twisting itself to re-purse her lips and to re-narrow her eyes. She turned to give Fiyero such a look he squirmed in his seat and instantly dropped the pencil he had been using as a drum-stick. Her eyes still didn’t leave him, daring him to do it again...damn she was good at sending mental messages!

-- Fiyero and Elphaba, Tapping, by 'bollykegs

“We’ll find them, Chis. We’ll find them, and Lurline protect whoever took them from us. I’ll show them what a wicked witch can do!”

-- Elphaba, Swept Across the Storm, Chapter 16, by BreathOfMidnightAir

“Hey Glinda!” Maureen’s voice projected through the halls, with a sing-song tone. She was pulling Elphaba along with her,

The blonde emerged from one of the rooms in the hallway which had housed the wounded.

“Yeah, Mo? Ooh! Elphie, you’re back! Are you okay?”

Glinda rushed over to the sisters, looking Elphaba over for anything wrong with her.

“I’m fine, Glinda.” The green witch replied.

“You’re more than fine, Faba.” Maureen interjected. “She’s pr—”

Elphaba cut her sister off before she could get the word out. “Everyone’s okay, Glinda. Yero and Emrys should be joining us soon.”

Glinda looked a bit confused, looking back and forth between Maureen and Elphaba. “Wait, Mo, what were you saying? What aren’t you telling me, Elphie?”

“I’ll tell you as soon as Fiyero gets here. He deserves to be here too when I tell you.”

Maureen rolled her eyes. “Just tell her already!”

As if on cue, Fiyero and Emrys caught up to them in the hallway.

“Okay, Fiyero’s here, so…” Maureen edged.

“I’m pregnant, Glinda.”

Glinda let out a high-pitched squeal as she launched herself at the green woman.

“Elphie! I’m so happy for you! And Fiyero too! Did you just find out?”

-- Maureen, Elphaba, Glinda, If You Fear the Storm Ahead, Chapter 40, by BreathOfMidnightAir

Glinda followed her, fussing with her purse, and looked up just in time to see Elphaba kiss Fiyero.

It wasn’t anything deep and passionate; almost like she was saying hello. Glinda gave an audible gasp. Something along the lines of ‘What’s she up to now?’ ran through Fiyero’s head. Elphaba broke, glancing her eyes toward Glinda behind her and raising her eyebrows.

I get it… Fiyero thought as he took Elphaba’s hand and started off down the hallway. She’s messing with Glinda. Glinda didn’t follow, staring at the place where they had kissed as if someone had frozen her to the spot.

“So, kissing the supposedly gay prince the day after he gets a new boyfriend,” Elphaba said quietly so her voice wouldn’t carry. “What’s that on the scandalacious scale of life?”

“Um…Pretty close to a ten,” Fiyero said. “Though what’s making you feel scandalacious today?”

“Well, you and Glinda have far more fun than I do,” Elphaba said. “So I’m adding my own brand of tabloid-shaking gossip to the mix.”

“And how are you doing that?” Fiyero asked.

“I confuse people,” she said, starting to mimic one of Glinda’s posse. “What’s suddenly got Artichoke dressing up? Wait, she kissed Fiyero? Wait, she doesn’t care he’s got a boyfriend?!”

“Well, since you brought up Raphie, what are we going to say to people who ask about him?” Elphaba smiled up at him.

“I’ve got the story all figured out,” she said. “Just listen carefully.”

-- Fiyero and Elphaba, Scandalacious Princess, Chapter 13, by LostOzian

Let me tell you, my imagination is not always my friend!

-- Fiyero, Swept Across the Storm, Chapter 25, by BreathOfMidnightAir

“Not toto,” she said slowly. “TOTO- Tests of Terrible Ominousness? They’re worth ninety-five percent of your overall grade! And if I you don’t get at least a 6,000 on the written part, you have to spend the first twenty years after you graduate laying yellow bricks!! 5,000 and you don’t even get out of school and have to lay the red bricks!!”

“I always wondered why those were so uneven,” Fiyero mused. He shook his head, getting back to the issue at hand. “But come on, Elphie. Relaxify. You’re the smartest person at Shiz, you don’t have to-“

-Elphaba and Fiyero, Scottie Dog Blues, Chapter 1, by The Pixess

Little Voice gave an audible “humph.” You’ve been repressing your inner ditz since you were four, it has to express itself somehow,” it replied snippily. I think some of you’re inner child was mixed in there too, but that’s for you and Frex to sort out later. The point is, YOU DESERVE SOME HAPPINESS LITTLE GREEN GIRL JUST LET YOURSELF HAVE IT!!

Elphaba's Inner Voice, Scottie Dog Blues, Chapter 3, by The Pixess

“Lousy little…I swear I never knew why Father…gotten the physician tested years ago, bound to have undiagnosed Obstinate Obsessive Craziness…”

-Elphaba, Scottie Dog Blues, Chapter 12, by The Pixess

“She’s on to us,” Elphaba said.

“You’re sure?” Fiyero asked. Elphaba nodded.

“She’s on to us,” she repeated.

“You do know this is Glinda we’re talking about-”

“Well, she has Boq for help. He’s only half-idiot. I’m pretty sure Raphablo is going to be grilled about his relationship to me after Glinda apologizes.” Fiyero looked off at where Glinda had gone.

“So what are we going to do about it?” he asked.

“We can throw them for one last loop, and then they’ll find out.” Elphaba said. “Now, do you still have the Ritiga wig?”

-- Elphie and Yero, Scandalacious Princess, Chapter 15, by LostOzian

It was then that I decided if there was ever in the middle of a war or life-or-death situation, I definitely called dibbs on Elphaba.

-Shanny, Intelligent Insults, Chapter 12, by Cohen101

“Glinda…” Elphaba’s voice nudged Glinda’s sleep, said roommate’s hand doing the same to her body. “Glinda, I need you to get up.”

“Elphie, quit it…” Glinda moaned, rolling away from Elphaba.

“Well, if you won’t get up, at least tell me something.” Glinda screwed up her face. Why did Elphie want her to think so early in the morning?

“Which matches best to my skin tone, light blue or purple?” Glinda sighed. An easy one.

“Elphie, how many times must I tell you, bright purples are unflatterifying to medium greens…” Glinda practically said in her sleep, before registering the question. She forced her eyes open, sitting up best she could. Elphaba was standing with Glinda’s closet open, scanning through the blouses, skirts, and dresses.

“Elphie?” Glinda asked, just to make sure it was her roommate. Elphaba seemed just as at ease in the closet as Glinda had seen her in a library, looking for some horrendible book to bury her face in. Elphaba turned to her mildly, looking the same as ever; black braid, green skin. Unmistakably Elphie. “Elphie, are you feeling all right?”

“Yeah, fine,” Elphaba said lightly, selecting a pleated Shiz uniform skirt with a white trim. She held it and a rather simple sky blue blouse up against her nightgown and looked to Glinda for approval.

“Yes? No?” Elphaba asked. Glinda rubbed her eyes a few times, wondering who would have the nerve to kidnap Elphaba and greenify themselves in order to pull a trick like this.

“Y-yes,” Glinda said. “But why?!”

“Because we have a lecture in about, oh, an hour,” Elphaba said, as if this was reason enough for her to be (compared to what she usually wore) dressing up. “Come on, I let you oversleep a little. You might not have enough time to be fully made up.”

I have got to do something about that weak point of mine, Glinda thought miserably as she rolled out of bed to get dressed and prettier-ified.

It was like what she had expected getting ready with her best friend of a roommate to be like, but nothing like what getting up with Elphaba was like. Glinda couldn’t stop herself from gawking; Elphaba got dressed in Glinda’s clothes without complaint, snide comments, or retaliation of any kind. If Glinda hadn’t known better, she would have thought it was of Elphaba’s own accord. She took her hair out of its vicious braid and spent at least five minutes brushing it out until it was a silky curtain of black. She barely spoke, mostly keeping to herself, asking Glinda once if she could borrow a pair of sandals.

“I remember you set the rule, boots with skirts aren’t a good idea, though I’ve never owned anything but boots, so it was hard for me to follow it,” she said. Glinda’s jaw had dropped several inches.

Somehow, Glinda managed to dress and makeup herself as well. (Elphaba even put on the small makeup trinkets Glinda shared with her- mascara, an eyeliner pencil, and the strange green lipstick Glinda found for a costume party- causing Glinda to stop and stare for a minute.)

“Ready?” Elphaba asked. She had placed her books in a messenger bag rather than her usual carry-by-hand and slung it over one shoulder, letting it hang by her side rather than cross her chest. Another very un-Elphaba thing.

“Elphie, are you feeling all right?” Glinda asked for the eighth time that morning. Elphaba gave a small smile.

“Is there any reason I shouldn’t?” she said. Glinda looked Elphaba over; for about the second time in her life, she was truly beautiful. “Because I feel great.”

“Any reason you feel great?” Glinda asked worriedly. She might need to get an intervention together. She had read about them; a gathering of people who supported a friend to attempt to get them back to normal.

-- Elphie and Glinda, Scandalacious Princess, Chapter 13, by LostOzian

"Augh! I can't stand that prissy little brat! She wouldn't give me two minutes to unpack my stuff without throwing a fuss about how ugly I was!! I hate her!!" She slammed her fists on the desk, and immediately flames appeared, nearly scorching her book. Liiku swore loudly and started stomping out the flames. Elphaba was doing the same, and soon, the fire was out. A small scorch mark on the desk was all that remained.

Liiku stared at the burn. "So . . . you really are a witch," he murmured.

"I guess so," she said.

Liiku grabbed the collar of her jacket. "If you ever do something as stupid or careless as that again, I'll kick your scrawny green ass!"

Elphaba shoved him away. "Watch it or I'll incinerate you."

"Like you could do that again on will," Liiku said.

Elphaba folded her arms across her chest. "Hey, at least I can do something."

-- Elphaba and Liiku, Written In Red, Chapter 2, by IchikoWindGriffin

"Why me?"

"Isn't it obvious? You're the most interesting person I have ever met! Who else has had the pleasure of getting to know someone with green skin on a personal level?" Liiku said. Elphaba's eyes went wide. "So how 'bout it?"

Elphaba slapped Liiku as hard as she could across the face. "Like hell I will! You've got some nerve! I'm not going to be turned into some sort of circus freak!"

"I don't mean anything like that, I swear!" Liiku said defensively, rubbing his cheek. "Sweet Oz, you're touchy."

Elphaba stood abruptly and stormed out the door.

"Hey! Hey! Get back here! You still didn't answer my question!"

"The answer is no," Elphaba huffed.

"Well that simply won't do," Liiku said, chasing after her and furiously scribbling in his notepad.

"You're not going to leave me alone, are you?" Elphaba sighed.

"Nope!" Liiku snickered.

"You're an ass," Elphaba fumed.

"A title I shall carry around proudly!" Liiku said. "HEY! Everybody!!" he shouted to the entire library, making all eyes turn on him. "Let it be known from this day forward that I, Liiku Thriggs, am an ass!"

Elphaba grabbed the hem of his shirt and dragged him out of the library. "What the hell did you do that for?! As if I need the extra attention!"

"Get used to it, missy! I'm not leaving until I get my interview!"

"I guess I can't get rid of you that easily, can I?" she sighed, finally sitting down on a bench outside of the library. "Ok, fine, you win. What do you want to know about me?"

"First, you mind if I record this?" he asked, pulling out a tape recorder.

--Elphaba and Liiku, Written In Red, Chapter 2, by IchikoWindGriffin

“This isn’t turning out to be that bad,” Fiyero said casually.

“Say that again and your next nine dates will be gay,” Elphaba warned. “I just thought Glinda and Boq would keep trying to…” she trailed off as Boq approached the booth. “I spoke too soon,” she added.

-- Fiyero and "Elphaba", Scandalacious Princess, Chapter 11, by LostOzian

“Glinda, you’re the only woman I know who would consider wearing some confection like that into battle!”

Glinda raised a hand to silence him. “Confrontation, Fiyero! We’re going into a confrontation. Battle is so….hideodious…and inaccurate. Elphie would never battle with the girls there!”

“You’re right.”

Many heads spun to the top of the stairs where Elphaba had spoken from. When they saw her they gasped. She stood straight and tall, her face filled with controlled conviction. The gasps came from what she wore. Even Fiyero was taken by surprise. He knew this woman, this was the woman he loved, this was the strong, determined, beautiful woman he had married…and right now she was wearing the black gown, hat and cape she had worn when she was known as the ‘Wicked Witch of the West’.

“Fae?” He asked his questions silently as she slowly walked down the stairs.

“I want her to know who I am. I want her to know who she’s facing. I want her to be so thrown by the sight of the Wicked Witch of the West that she never sees the girls run to Glinda and her bubble. I want Zara so distracted, that she never hears Maureen begin the spell that will put her to sleep. I want this to be bloodless; and if bringing back this gown and hat…this Elphaba will achieve that, then so be it!”

She paused when she reached the foot of the stairs. Joanne and Mark watched the Monkeys surround her. Elphaba made more than an awesome spectacle. She stood tall in the black gown, pieced together during many years on the run. It had been stitched and re-stitched numerous times as needed then, then when she hid from the world and fought in the shadows. Her black conical hat sat upon her head and her black cape was tossed over her shoulders. With a broom in one hand and the other hand resting on Chistery’s shoulder, she presented the very picture of strength and power. Her eyes were clear, piercing, and direct.

“If Zara wants the Wicked Witch of the West…she’s going to get her!”

There was a pause as everyone took in the woman before them. She was a princess, a mother, a wife, a sister, a friend…and a warrior. The Monkeys knew that well. She was their warrior, their champion. Fiyero smiled. They would win!

--Fiyero, Glinda, Elphaba, Swept Across the Storm, Chapter 23, by BreathOfMidnightAir

The palace doctor worked furiously to stop Elphaba’s bleeding and finally managed to get it under control. Fiyero looked down at his wife, pale…to his experienced eyes…and weakened from blood loss. Glinda stood by the doorway fidgeting madly and hiccupping from her crying jag. Emrys and Maureen held each other tightly, as they watched and waited. After a time, they heard Elphaba’s soft moan and Fiyero knelt swiftly beside her.

“Fae? Fae…come on, love. Wake up. That’s it! Come on, open those beautiful blue eyes!”

They heard her whisper in an annoyed tone, “Brown! My eyes…they’re brown.”

Those eyes opened and focused on Fiyero, who smiled broadly.

“Yes, but it worked didn’t it? They’re open! You’re going to be alright, love. You may be weak for a while, but the doctor stopped the bleeding. You did it, Fae! You did it!”

- Fiyero, Elphaba, Swept Across the Storm, Chapter 24, by BreathOfMidnightAir

“Promise me you’ll be careful. Don’t…act rashly; and for the sake of Lurline, be careful when you land! Fiyero can’t catch you!”

Maureen scrunched her face up toward his with an impish grin and shook her head. “No, but it might be fun to see his face if he thought he had to though! Don’t worry, Rys. You’ll have both your girls back today. Both of them! Cross my heart. You hold down the fort and pray. I know it’s not your thing, staying behind, but it’s important. Fiyero and Faba would agree.”

Suddenly, Emrys’ face grew concerned. “He asked me…” She was watching him intently. “Fiyero reminded me of our old promises to each other. If something happens to Fiyero and Elphaba, to protect and raise Pixie. He’s worried, Reena…and Fiyero doesn’t worry easy. Stay safe, my love.”

“Damn straight I will! I have too much to come back to! Glinda might be back with the girls first. You’ll be waiting for them, Rys, won’t you? They’ll need to feel safe and…hugged! Hugged and loved. Do that till we all get back?”

--Maureen, Emrys, and Elphaba, Swept Across the Storm, Chapter 23, by BreathOfMidnightAir

Once more Fiyero pulled his wife’s pliable body against his own and let her know just how much he loved and desired her. It was palpable. His kiss left her breathless and everyone watching realized that they were staring at them out of sheer jealousy. All of them wanted what these two lovers had…even Maureen and Emrys. Happy though they were, Maureen knew that Faba’s connection with Fiyero was stronger than her connection to Emrys. Emrys knew that it came from the years of struggle and pain Elphaba and Fiyero had endured together before the bliss they knew now.

He looked at his queen now and saw the hunger for that bond that bliss, clearly in her eyes. He made up his mind then and there to bring them to that state of passionate, knowing desire that his sister-in-law and brother-in-law shared.

-- Swept Across the Storm, Chapter 23, by BreathOfMidnightAir

"Then I'll guess. Um...If she has a strike force like the one you captured me with, I'll guess she's...Thirty, thirty-five?" Fiyero couldn't resist blowing the man's mind.

“She’s eighteen.”

“What?”

“Our beloved Witch turns nineteen this winter. She’s eighteen.”

“Eighteen years old and a little girlie is commanding a force of men stronger than the Gale Force?!” Fiyero shrugged.

-Fiyero and The Wizard, Different, Chapter 11, by LostOzian

"The war was almost twenty years ago," Dr. Varnn said, a growing sense of excitement rising inside of him. "Twenty years of stress. I'm surprised he didn't crack sooner."

"He can be quite stubborn sometimes," Elphaba said with a nod. "He thinks that the general public-"

- Elphaba and Dr. Varnn, Cursed Blood, Chapter 4, by IchikoWindGriffin

“Okay, you have news, we don’t, spill it! Come on, Faba, how long do you think I can reasonably wait? If you keep me waiting much longer, I just might strangle you!”

“I wouldn’t.” This came from a calm Fiyero who wore an interesting grin. “Not if you want a healthy niece.”

“Or nephew…” Elphaba added.

For once in her life, Maureen was totally struck silent. Emrys, sensing her state, continued for her.

“Niece or nephew? Elphaba, are you having a child? You are, aren’t you?”

Elphaba smiled and nodded.

After seeing this, King Emrys of Burzee grabbed her and started to spin her about, like a child with a gift on a holiday.

“I’m going to be an uncle!”

“Not if you keep spinning her like that, you’re not.” Fiyero was eyeing him with warning, “Pregnancy and spinning? They really don’t go together.”

He stopped immediately, concern in his eyes, on his whole face in fact. “I’m sorry, are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

Elphaba smiled, but hung onto his sleeve, nonetheless. “I’m fine. But I won’t be held accountable for what my body does. Your shirt could end up needing cleaning.”

Maureen finally found her voice.

“Faba, you’re really pregnant? When? How? Uh, never mind how. How long have you known?”

Fiyero took hold of his wife and pulled her into his arms. “Since just after the mirror. I know, I know… but she didn’t tell me until today either. She wanted to finish what needed to be done.”

Elphaba’s voice was quiet. “Reena? Are you happy?”

Maureen looked anything but.

“Happy? Happy? How about stunned, shocked and pissed off that you didn’t tell me! I’m your sister, for God’s sake! Couldn’t you trust me? Well trust me, Faba, you’ll be on a short leash from now on! No niece or nephew of mine is going into battle before birth more than once if I can help it! You’re grounded, Faba! Oh, don’t look so surprised, flying around on a broom doing loops and attacking annoying, clownish witches? Your days of fun are over, sister!”

Emrys and Fiyero watched in stunned silence as the diva took hold of her sister and headed inside the castle. Right now, she resembled more of a mother hen to them. They heard her voice continue from inside. Her voice now took on a gentle cooing note.

“Don’t you worry, kid. Auntie Maureen will make Mommy behave.” She then turned to Elphaba. “Faba, do you want a girl or boy?”

“I could care less, Reena. As long as he’s healthy,”

“You said he.” Maureen noted with a lilt in her voice.

“Of course I said ‘he’, I can picture a little boy that’s just like Yero. How can I ask for more? This is no more!”

Outside, Fiyero heard the words and sentiments he had voiced before echoed back, but this time, from her vantage point. Life was very, very good.

-- Fiyero, Emrys, Maureen, Elphaba, If You Fear the Storm Ahead, Chapter 40, by BreathOfMidnightAir

"Isn't Fyero acting a little . . . off?" Glinda asked Elphaba in a low voice. "This isn't like him. He's . . . different, somehow."

Elphaba shook her head. Oh, Glinda, if you only knew.

Glinda and Elphaba, Cursed Blood, Chapter 7, by IchikoWindGriffin

My Personal Quotes:

If you don't take the risk, you'll never know what might have been.

I am slowly accepting the fact that I'm always going to be short. And as much as I hate to admit it, and will always deny it, I think I may like it.

I'm like Kristen Chenoweth, short on size, but big on talent.

I have a special residence at the loony bin. Yep. I have my very own room made of nice soft sponge cake. So I can sleep, and eat it at the same time!

I'm the kind of girl that, if I find a song that I like, will dance too it in the middle of a crowded room, without caring what I look like. Or, as my friends say, it doesn't take much to entertain me.

Quotes:

“I‘ve told you before, I don‘t comprehend religion, although conviction is a concept I‘m beginning to get. In any case, someone with a real religious conviction is, I propose, a religious convict, and deserves locking up.”-Elphaba, Wicked, The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West, page 113

"None of us knows our own origins. We only know what we're told by our parents and the mythography of our national anthems."- Yackle, A Lion among Men, page 81

“I wouldn’t mind leaving myself behind if I could, but I don’t know the way out.” -Elphaba, Wicked, The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West, page 109

"I think it’s just about anybody who’s different. Um, it could be about racial thing, it oculd be about a handicap, it could be…it’s just um….the way people treat people that they’re not accustomed to. And that feels threatening to them in some way. I think that it makes everyone think about that when they see the show." -Idina Menzel

"We have this strength inside of us and yet we are taught to always sort of keep it down. I sort of found in my life that I've taken a step back and made myself smaller in order to try to fit in. And that hasn't worked. And we have to learn to kind of embrace what makes us unique, and embrace our strength and then if people don't like it, censored it." -Idina Menzel

"He spends an awful lot of time in my dressing room showing me how to apply my make up."- Kristen on Joel Grey

"And yet to me this vote is horrible. Horrible. Because this isn't about yelling, and this isn't about politics. This is about the human heart, and if that sounds corny, so be it. Why does this matter to you? What is it to you? In a time of impermanence and fly-by-night relationships, these people over here want the same chance at permanence and happiness that is your option. They don't want to deny you yours. They don't want to take anything away from you. They want what you want—a chance to be a little less alone in the world.

Only now you are saying to them—no. You can't have it on these terms. Maybe something similar. If they behave. If they don't cause too much trouble. You'll even give them all the same legal rights—even as you're taking away the legal right, which they already had. A world around them, still anchored in love and marriage, and you are saying, no, you can't marry. What if somebody passed a law that said you couldn't marry?

I keep hearing this term "re-defining" marriage. If this country hadn't re-defined marriage, black people still couldn't marry white people. Sixteen states had laws on the books which made that illegal in 1967. 1967...

You know, just like marriages today in California are not legally recognized, if the people are gay.

And uncountable in our history are the number of men and women, forced by society into marrying the opposite sex, in sham marriages, or marriages of convenience, or just marriages of not knowing, centuries of men and women who have lived their lives in shame and unhappiness, and who have, through a lie to themselves or others, broken countless other lives, of spouses and children, all because we said a man couldn't marry another man, or a woman couldn't marry another woman. The sanctity of marriage.

How many marriages like that have there been and how on earth do they increase the "sanctity" of marriage rather than render the term, meaningless?

What is this, to you? Nobody is asking you to embrace their expression of love. But don't you, as human beings, have to embrace... that love? The world is barren enough...

And here are people overjoyed at the prospect of just that chance, and that work, just for the hope of having that feeling. With so much hate in the world, with so much meaningless division, and people pitted against people for no good reason, this is what your religion tells you to do? With your experience of life and this world and all its sadnesses, this is what your conscience tells you to do?... This is the second time in ten days I find myself concluding by turning to, of all things, the closing plea for mercy by Clarence Darrow in a murder trial.

But what he said, fits what is really at the heart of this:

"I was reading last night of the aspiration of the old Persian poet, Omar-Khayyam," he told the judge. It appealed to me as the highest that I can vision. I wish it was in my heart, and I wish it was in the hearts of all: So I be written in the Book of Love; I do not care about that Book above. Erase my name, or write it as you will, So I be written in the Book of Love."- Keith Olbermann on the Prop 8 issue

Sometimes I remember it one way, sometimes another...If I'm going to have a past, I prefer it to be multiple choice!"--The Joker

You always said how lucky you were that we were all friends. But it was us, baby, who were the lucky ones. - Maureen, Rent

You know what, Miss Ivy League? I can't take much more of this. This obsessive, compulsive, control-freak, paranoia. - Maureen, Rent

There are times when we're dirt broke, hungry, and freezing, and I ask myself, why the hell am I still living here? And then they call. And I remember.- Mark, Rent

Favorite TV Quotes:

Law and Order: Criminal Intent:

When tourists take a bite of the Big Apple, the apple isn't supposed to bite back. --Detective Alexandra Eames

A divorce lawyer - the gift that keeps on giving.--Detective Alexandra Eames

NCIS:

McGee: You know that's how Houdini died.
Tony: Ziva, did you kill Houdini?
Ziva: It is possible. I do not remember all their names.

Ziva: I am normal people!
Tony: You're normal people like the people from "Ordinary People" are normal people

If you want someone dead, you knock on their door, they answer you shoot them. Easy.--Ziva David

Officer Ziva David: to Tony You might want to do something about your hair. It's sticking up like a porcu-swine. Wrong word. Like a porcu-pig. The little animal with the little spikies, yes? The...
Special Agent Timothy McGee: Porcupine.
Officer Ziva David: Porcupine! Thank you, Special Agent McGee.

Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo: to Ziva David How 'bout this? Slow down or I'll puke on you!

after Ziva finds out that Gibbs didn't know that she had been assigned to his team
Officer Ziva David: downhearted I stand corrected. I guess he didn't know. I feel like a donkey's butt.
Special Agent Timothy McGee: puzzled at her choice of phrase A donkey's butt?
Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo: I think she means horse's ass.
Officer Ziva David: Yes, that too.

after Gibbs has allowed Ziva to stay on the team
Special Agent Jethro Gibbs: While you're here, you will be an observer. Hand over all your weapons.
Officer Ziva David: small laugh You're kidding, right?
Gibbs stares. After a moment, she unloads her pistol and hands it to Gibbs, who puts it in his drawer
Special Agent Jethro Gibbs: And your back-up.
Officer Ziva David: coyly What back-up?
Special Agent Jethro Gibbs: deadpan Left leg.
Officer Ziva David: removes ankle holster Ah. That one.
Special Agent Jethro Gibbs.: And the concealed knife on your belt.
Annoyed, Ziva removes the knife and hands it to Gibbs. He looks at it and hands it back to her
Special Agent Jethro Gibbs: That you can keep.
leans in close to her ear as he passes her
Special Agent Jethro Gibbs: I just wanted you to know that I know.

Officer Ziva David: putting her finger through a hole in the brim of her hat Why does my hat have a 9mm hole in it?
Special Agent Jethro Gibbs: Ventilation.

Officer Ziva David: Now I know why he took all my weapons away.

Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Abby and McGee are asleep at their computers. Whispers to Abby Your computer's on fire.
Abby Sciuto: Arrgh! McGee! My baby's french Frying!
starts typing furiously
Special Agent Timothy McGee: wakes and starts typing Checking internal core temperature!
after a few seconds Abby turns around
Abby Sciuto: That is so not funny, Gibbs!

Apecial Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Don't apologize, DiNozzo.
Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo: Right. Sign of weakness.
Officer Ziva David: Not to mention, annoying.

Abby Sciuto: Is it just me or is he acting like a...
Officer Ziva David: Snitch?
Abby Sciuto: Close enough. It must be that damn mustache.

Officer Ziva David: to a suspect who has grabbed her butt Remove your hand or I will rip your arm off and beat you to death with it!

Special Agent Timothy McGee: Why are you talking so fast?
Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo: Want to get a plan of attack together because according to my internal Gibbs clock, he's about to walk through that door right... Now!... NOW!...
Looks around for Gibbs
Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo: Huh?
Officer Ziva David: Somebody's clock is off.

Abby Sciuto: after seeing Ducky Okay, he's zonked out of his gourd and he's still playing with words. Impressive.

Jimmy Palmer: You are very um... calm.
Abby Sciuto: I am. If I keep going to Crazy Town every time one of you gets hurt, I'm going to have to get my mail forwarded.

Abby Sciuto: Want to talk knives?
Officer Ziva David: Always

Dr. Donald 'Ducky' Mallard: It is a rare place in this world, Mr. Palmer, where reason is the best compass.

Special Agent Jethro Gibbs: You're forgiven.
Dr. Donald 'Ducky' Mallard: For the crime, Jethro. For the act, there is no forgiveness.

DiNozzo: about to enter and arrest a suspected murderer Just stay behind me and follow my lead.
Special Agent Ziva David: I'm not a probie, Tony. I have been in a few of these situations.
DiNozzo: Not with me.
Special Agent Ziva David: So? I have not had sex with you either. Would that make me a virgin?

Ziva: In Israel we have a saying: zevel ze zevel. "Crap is crap."

Ziva: Tell Abby I'm gonna kill her.

Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo: speaking on the phone with Ziva We've been trying to contact Gibbs, but we haven't been able to reach him.
Officer Ziva David: Ah! Why didn't you say so?
hands the phone to Gibbs
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs: DiNozzo! You have 10 seconds to explain why I'm not in Mexico building my teek watertub. 9... 8... 7...

Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo: McGee any hits on the BOLO?... You completely forgot about.
Special Agent Timothy McGee: This one's on me, Boss.
Slaps the back of his own head

Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Ziva, look I'm retired. I'm 3,000 miles away. What do you think can I do that they can't do?
Officer Ziva David: Honestly, I don't know. I was, uh, hoping maybe... save me.
starts crying

Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs: to Tony It's good to see you again, McGee.
Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo: DiNozzo.
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs: What did I say?
Officer Ziva David: to Gibbs You called him "McGee."
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs: to Ziva Hmmmm... That's probably because if I had left him in charge you wouldn't be on the FBI's Ten Most Wanted list right now.

Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo: Agent Lee, my favorite probie slash hall monitor.

Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo: There is only one thing you need to know about Officer David.
NCIS Special Agent Michelle Lee: Don't make her angry.
Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo: So technically really there's two things. The other is, she can take care of herself.

Dr. Donald 'Ducky' Mallard: during a secret planning session to help Ziva Danger, intrigue, a damsel in distress. I'm actually looking forward to it.

Ziva: That's not what I'm worried about. When mousi compremized our safehouse in Paris, Moussad blew it up.

Ziva: I've been with NCIS for a year, I'm not justa killer. I'm an investigator.

Bones:

Ali Ladjavardi: I'm calling Santana.
turns around and walks away
Dr. Temperance Brennan: Yeah, I don't -
get in front of Ladjavardi
Dr. Temperance Brennan: I don't think so.
Ali Ladjavardi: I'm warning you.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: I wouldn't threaten her if I were you.
Dr. Temperance Brennan: Look I just want to know where you were in June to see if you poisoned Hamid, and Farid.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: Subtle.
Ali Ladjavardi: I'm leaving now!
tries to push pass Bones. She grabs his arm and flips him. Bones puts her foot on his throat
Special Agent Seeley Booth: Told you. She doesn't like to be touched.

Angela Montenegro: about Brennan She has enough pent-up sexual energy to power a small Midwestern city.

Special Agent Seeley Booth: You know, you're a smart ass, you know that?
Dr. Temperance Brennan: Objectively I'd say I'm very smart, although it has nothing to do with my ass.

Angela Montenegro: Anger is only fear turned inwards.

Dr. Temperance Brennan: Every society has its bottom-dwellers, and every society fears its bottom-dwellers, because they are a symbol of what happens in that society if you fail.

Dr. Temperance 'Bones' Brennan: It's because as a society we feel the need to hide death away. The people who deal with the death are viewed as freaks.

Dr. Temperance Brennan: That's because you've been inculcated by the mainstream culture's prevailing judeo-christian tradition into instinctive skepticism of alternative mores.

Angela Montenegro: Hate is easier to deal with than love, especially disappointed love.

after getting stuck the wrong way in traffic
Special Agent Seeley Booth: I hate England! I'm glad we had a revolution!

Dr. Temperance 'Bones' Brennan: Whose sperm hit whose egg shouldn't determine who works here!

Special Agent Seeley Booth: When the FBI gets stuck, we call in the squints.
Dr. Temperance Brennan: Squints?
Special Agent Seeley Booth: You know, you squint at things.
Dr. Temperance Brennan: Oh, you mean people with high IQ's and basic reasoning skill?
Special Agent Seeley Booth: Yeah.

Special Agent Seeley Booth: Bones identifies bodies for us.
Dr. Temperance Brennan: Don't call me Bones, and I do more than identify.

Special Agent Seeley Booth: A decomposed corpse was found this morning at Arlington National Cemetery...
Dr. Temperance Brennan: Arlington National Cemetery is full of decomposed corpses. It's... a cemetery.

Dr. Temperance Brennan: I'm a genius and I'm confused.

Dr. Temperance Brennan: When the butterfly emerges, does the caterpillar cease to exist?

Dr. Jack Hodgins: I love going after senators.

Dr. Camille Saroyan: watching Bones and Booth's circus act Is it me, or does she seem a little too into this?
Dr. Lance Sweets: Well, there is of course a sexual component to an act of this sort. The knife representing...
Dr. Camille Saroyan: We get it.

Special Agent Seeley Booth: Which is true. Okay, look, what do you want me to do?
Dr. Temperance 'Bones' Brennan: I want you to get Federal on his ass.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: smiles smugly and proudly Oh!

Special Agent Seeley Booth: I'm touring the hottest places in the universe. Next stop... Hell.

Dr. Temperance 'Bones' Brennan: to Carter as he runs away We're not gonna hurt you.
knocks him down
Dr. Temperance 'Bones' Brennan: Okay, I hurt you a little bit, but only because you ran.

Special Agent Payton Perotta: Sweets, it's fake money! Okay? Just do it!
Dr. Lance Sweets: 500!

Special Agent Seeley Booth: So why wasn't Perotta with you?
Dr. Temperance 'Bones' Brennan: I was with Sweets.
Special Agent Seeley Booth: That's like being protected by a smurf. Not the sheriff. The guy who was in charge. I don't even know his name, but he was a small blue guy.

Angela Montenegro: Sweets shouldn't be put through this. He still has to show his I.D. to drink.