No one:
Literally no one:
Glinda: Elphaba Thropp??? What a loser! I hate Elphaba, she’s so— [trips] [hundreds of photos of Elphaba spill out of her pocket] No! These aren’t mine, I swear! I’m just holding them for a friend- [frantically gathering the photos] No, no! Listen! These aren’t mine! I hate Elph- [photos scatter across the floor] Please! I’m holding them for… No, just listen!

Glinda, staring into Elphaba’s eyes: So beautiful.
Elphaba: Aw, thanks.
Glinda: No, I can see my reflection in your eyes.

Elphaba: Sleeping together is off the table.
Glinda: Yes, I think we should do it on the floor instead!

Glinda: Elphie, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you for a long time. I know we’ve been friends for a while, but there are times when I feel like our relationship has moved beyond that. That what we have is special and different. These feelings are exciting and scary, but I want to have them. What I’ve been meaning to ask you is, would you like to go on a date with me?
Fiyero, wearing a wig: Mm, that’s gonna be a no from me, dawg.
Glinda: OKAY, YOU’RE NOT HELPING, FIYERO!

Glinda and Elphaba during “What is This Feeling?”:

Elphaba: Could you ever see us as more than friends?
Glinda: YES, I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED! I can totally see us as dragons. Hang on, let me find the picture I drew!
Elphaba:

Elphaba: What’s your favorite color?
Glinda: Stop asking me stupid questions. Ask me something logical and mature.
Elphaba: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP?
Glinda: My favorite color is pink.

Fiyero: I’m grounded?!
Elphaba: Yes, you are. You were out all night and didn’t tell us where you were going.
Glinda, holding a shovel: And now we’re going to bury you until you learn your lesson.

Glinda whenever Fiyero talks to, looks at, or breathes near Elphaba:

Elphaba: Glinda, why are there six dogs in the house?
Glinda: They’re golden retrievers, Elphie. They retrieve gold. I did this for us.

Elphaba: Violence isn’t the answer.
Glinda: You’re right.
Elphaba: Thank you.
Glinda: Violence is the question.
Elphaba: What?
Glinda, running after Fiyero with a machete: And the answer is “yes!”
Elphaba, running after Glinda: NO!

Elphaba: Apparently, clowns make around $44,000 a year.
Glinda: Damn, and Fiyero does it for free.
Fiyero: I thought we were friends.
Glinda: No.

Elphaba watching Glinda perform “Popular”:

Glinda meeting Elphaba:

Glinda: I learned some very valuable lessons from this experience.
Elphaba: I’m guessing they’re all horrible distortions of the lessons you actually should’ve taken away.
Glinda: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.