“Then what are you? An electronic Hannibal Lector? You can't eat my liver with fava beans through a modem, you know.”

“I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti”

“A census taker tried to quantify me once. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a big Amarone. Go back to school, little Starling.”

“I didn’t think—” Nick began.“You didn’t think! That’s your problem, Nick, you just don’t think!”Nick struggled to respond.“You’re invulnerable,” Elphaba continued. “You’re immortal. You’re ancient. Nothing fazes you. No situation is too dangerous for you. Chop off your hand, or your head, or pull your liver out and eat it with some fava beans, you don’t care! In a few minutes you’ll be right as rain.”Elphaba took a deep breath. “But the rest of us aren’t like that, Nick. I only have the one liver, and I need it, thank you very much.” Elphaba’s diaphragm rapidly rose and fell.”

“Strygalldwir is my name. Conjure with it and I will eat your heart and liver.""Conjure with it? I can't even pronounce it, and my cirrhosis would give you indigestion.”

“Beans, beans, the musical fruit,The more you eat, the more you toot.”