10Th Grade Monologue Packet
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10th Grade Monologue Packet M - The Glass Menagerie: Tennessee Williams Tom 2 F - The Crucible: Arthur Miller A bigail (A) 2 F - The Crucible: Arthur Miller A bigail (B) 2 F - A View from the Bridge: A rthur Miller C atherine (A) 2 F - A View from the Bridge: A rthur Miller C atherine (B) 3 M - The Dark at the Top of the Stairs: W illiam Inge S ammy 3 F - N ight, Mother: Marsha Norman Jessie 3 F - A scension Day: Timothy Mason Faith 4 M/F - A unt Dan & Lemon: Wallace Shawn Lemon 4 F - Like Dreaming, Backwards: Kellie Powell N atalie 4 M - M ermaid in Miami: Wade Bradford E mperor Tropico 5 F - M y Fair Lady: Alan Jay Lerner E liza Doolittle 5 M - In Arabia We’d All Be Kings: S tephen Adly Guirgis C harlie 5 M - “Master Harold”…And the Boys: A thol Fugard H ally 6 M - S ammy Carducci’s Guide to Women: R onald Kidd S ammy 6 F - O ur Town: Thornton Wilder E mily 6 F - The Clean House: Sarah Ruhl Virginia 7 F - The Effect of Gamma Rays on Man-In-The-Moon-Marigolds: Paul Zindel Tillie 7 M/F - Till We Meet Again: Colin and Mary Crowther U nknown 7 F - C harlene: Unknown C harlene 8 M/F - Irreconcilable Differences: Nancy Meyers and Charles Shyer C asey 8 F - Juno: Diablo Cody Juno 8 F - D irty Dancing: Eleanor Bergstein Frances 9 F - Felicity: J.J. Abrams Felicity 9 F - C an't Hardly Wait: D eborah Kaplan, H arry Elfont Denise 9 F - A Chorus Line: James Kirkwood, Jr. and Nicholas Dante M aggie 9 M - A Chorus Line: James Kirkwood, Jr. and Nicholas Dante M ike 10 F - A Chorus Line: James Kirkwood, Jr. and Nicholas Dante D iana 10 1 The Glass Menagerie: Tennessee Williams Tom What do you think I’m at? Aren’t I supposed to have any patience to reach the end of, Mother? I know, I know. It seems unimportant to you, what I’m doing- what I want to do- having a little difference between them! You don’t think that- You think I’m crazy about the warehouse? You think I’m in love with the Continental Shoemakers? You think I want to spend fifty-five years down there in that celotex interior! With fluorescent tubes! Look! I’d rather somebody picked up a crowbar and battered out my brains than go back mornings. I go! Every time you come in yelling that damn “Rise and Shine!” “Rise and Shine!” I say to myself, “How lucky dead people are!” But I get up. I go! For sixty-five dollars a month I give up all that I dream of doing and being ever! And you say self- self’s all I ever think of. Why, listen, if self is what I thought of, Mother, I’d be where he is- GONE! The Crucible: Arthur Miller Abigail (A) But John, you taught me goodness, therefore you are good. It were a fire you walked me through and all my ignorance was burned away. It were a fire, John, we lay in fire. And from that night no woman called me wicked any more but I knew my answer. I used to weep for my sins when the wind lifted up my skirts; and blushed for shame because some old Rebecca called me loose. And then you burned my ignorance away. As bare as some December tree I saw them all— walking like saints to church, running to feed the sick, and hypocrites in their hearts! And God gave me strength to call them liars, and God made men listen to me, and by God I will scrub the world clean for the love of Him! Oh, John, I will make you such a wife when the world is white again! You will be amazed to see me every day, a light of heaven in your house… The Crucible: Arthur Miller Abigail (B) Now look you. All of you. We danced. And Tituba conjured Ruth Putnam’s dead sisters. And that is all. And mark this. Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word, about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you. And you know I can do it; I saw the Indians smash my dear parents’ heads on the pillow next to mine, and I have seen some reddish work done at night, and I can make you wish you had never seen the sun go down. A View from the Bridge: A rthur Miller Catherine (A) You don’t know; nobody knows! I’m not a baby, I know a lot more than people think I know. Beatrice says to be a woman but… Then why don’t she be a woman?! If I was a wife I would make a man happy instead of goin’ at him all the time. I can tell a block away when he’s blue in his mind and just wants to talk to somebody quiet and nice… I can tell when he’s hungry 2 or wants a beer before he even says anything. I know when his feet hurt him, I mean I know him and now I’m supposed to turn around and make a stranger out of him? I don’t know why I have to do that… A View from the Bridge: A rthur Miller Catherine (B) It’s only that I… He was good to me, Rodolpho. You don’t know him; he was always the sweetest guy to me. Good. He razzes me all the time but he don’t mean it. I know. I would… just feel ashamed if I made him sad. ‘Cause I always dreamt that when I got married he would be happy at the wedding, and laughin’… and now he’s mad all the time and nasty…Tell him you’d live in Italy— just tell him, and maybe he would start to trust you a little, see? Because I want him to be happy; I mean.. I like him, Rodolpho… and I can’t stand it! The Dark at the Top of the Stairs: W illiam Inge Sammy I always worry that maybe people aren’t going to like me when I go to a party. Isn’t that crazy? Do you ever get a kind of sick feeling in the pit of your stomach when you dread things? Gee, I wouldn’t want to miss a party for anything. But every time I go to one, I have to reason with myself to keep from feeling that the whole world’s against me. See, I’ve spent almost my whole life in military academies. My mother doesn’t have a place for me, where she lives. She… she just doesn’t know what else to do with me. But you mustn’t misunderstand about my mother. She really is a very lovely person. I guess every boy thinks his mother is beautiful, but my mother really is. She tells me in every letter she writes how sorry she is that we can’t be together more, but she has to think of her work. One time we were together, though. She met me in San Francisco once, and we were together for two whole days. Just like we were sweethearts. It was the most wonderful time I ever had. And then I had to go back to the old military academy… Night, Mother: Marsha Norman Jessie I am what became of your child. I found an old baby picture of me. And it was somebody else, not me. It was somebody pink and fat who never heard of sick or lonely, somebody who cried and got fed,, and reached up and got held and kicked but didn't hurt anybody, and slept whenever she wanted to, just by closing her eyes. Somebody who mainly just laid there and laughed at the colors waving around over her head and chewed on a polka-dot whale and woke up knowing some new trick nearly every day and rolled over and drooled on the sheet and felt your hand pulling my quilt back up over me. That's who I started out and this is who is left. That's what this is about. It's somebody I lost, all right, it's my own self. Who I never was. Or who I tried to be and never got there. Somebody I waited for who never came. And never will. So, see, it doesn't much matter what else happens in the world or in 3 this house, even. I'm what was worth waiting for and I didn't make it. Me...who might have made a difference to me...I'm not going to show up, so there's no reason to stay, except to keep you company, and that's...not reason enough because I'm not...very good company. (A pause) Am I? Just let me go, Mama, let me go easy. Ascension Day: Timothy Mason Faith I’m sorry did I startle you? I just couldn’t wait another minute, I should have knocked. By now you’ll have heard about the scandal.