Elphaba Resist Spell Speaking

Five days later they had made it past the gatekeeper, the receptionists, and the social secretary. They had sat for hours awaiting a three-minute interview with the Commander-General of Audiences. Elphaba, a hard, twisted look on her face, had managed to eject the words 'Madame Morrible' from between her clamping lips. 'Tomorrow at eleven,' said the Commander-General. 'You will have four minutes between the Ambassador to Ix and the Matron of the Ladies' Home Guard Social Nourishment Brigade. Dress code is formal.' He handed them a card of regulations that, being unequipped with courtly dress, they were obliged to ignore.

- Wicked, Book 2