[whispering to Glinda, as her city celebrates his arrival]

You know, I should tell you. I might not actually be a wizard...

Yes, I know.

Oh?

Well, at least not any kind of wizard we were expecting.

Uh, you could tell?

Yes. I can also tell you're weak, selfish, slightly egotistical, and a fibber.

I see. Anything you don't know about me?

Whether or not you'll save my people.

Ah, no, I just told you I'm not the wizard.

But they don't know that. If you can make them believe, then you're wizard enough. (sadly) These are desperate times, after all. Can you make them believe?

[nervously]

Um... Will I... still get that gold?

[surprised]

Ah... [nods her head yes]

[to the crowd]

Good people of Oz. Your wizard is here!