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WOMEN’S MONOLOGUES WANDA(link to excerpt): Flower Shop — any age, any race SARAH(link to excerpt): Revenge — any age, any race ELSIE(link to excerpt): Kiss — age 13, an innocent, any race. ANGELA(link to excerpt): Nunship — teens, 20s, buxom, Italian Catholic. LILLY(link to excerpt): Gloria Said to Tell You — any age, any race SYLVIA(link to excerpt): Gossip — adult, any age, any race TERRY(link to excerpt): Weak Chin — any age, any race MEN’S MONOLOGUES GIG(link to excerpt): Happiness — any age, any race BEN(link to excerpt): Getting Some —teens, 20s, any race NATHAN(link to excerpt): Handkerchief — any age, any race FRANK(link to complete piece): Gas Leak — any age, any race JIM(link to excerpt): I Apologize — 20s or 30s, any race (Also available as a short play). MEN'S or WOMEN’S MONOLOGUES TOBY(link to excerpt): Bedtime — a little kid; an exercise for an actor or actress of any age or race. STORY THEATER: Girl, Boy, Fish; show off performer’s ability to move and play many parts. SKETCHES & SCENES Tightrope Walkers— 2 HIGH-WIRE WALKERS, any gender, any race The First Time (link to complete piece) — MARGIE and PHIL, teens, 20s, any race Queen — female, any age, any race Trains —HAL and SYBIL, any age, any race Light — MIKE and RUBY, any age, any race Running Gag: 3 Scenes — For 4 actors: 2 FEMALE, 2 MALE, any age, any race SHORT PLAYS I APOLOGIZE!: 1 Act J.B., 20s, 30s, any race THE HEARING: 1 Act THELMA MERRIWEATHER, a southern middle-aged Black woman; she moved to New York City many years ago. (Thelma(link to excerpt) has a powerful, understated, seething 2-page monologue that can be done by any adult black actress) BECOMING A MEMBER (link to complete piece): 1 Scene DORIS, age 19 SECTION C: 1 Scene NINA and NATHAN, age 25; VOICE, offstage; WOMAN, any age GLADYS MAZURKY(link to excerpt): 2 Acts GLADYS MAZURKY,age 23; has a mild stutter which actress should filter into the dialogue as play progresses. Always, her main goal is to be clear. How to Make Every Audition a Joyful Experience
Love your material. The material in this e-book comes from my heart. I would love for you to embody it and send it out into the world. If you love the character you are playing, if you savor his or her essence, you will feel joy. And even if you don't get the job, you will have done your job. Even if your auditioners don't respond, you will have a feeling of satisfaction knowing that you have delivered a message of your own love. We don't always get to know the results of our actions, but if we love our actions, that's enough. Return to top of page Monologue/1-act Play
BECOMING A MEMBER Cast: Doris, age 19 Time and Place: Here and Now Doris is pushed out on stage. Possibly falls down. She is wearing an ill-fitting blouse and skirt which clings to her baggy tights. She is wearing flat black pumps. She looks around her. At the audience. Mortified. Tries unsuccessfully to nonchalantly release her skirt from its static cling. She is gripping a piece of white paper. Pause. DORIS Okay… I’m white. Um. I’m heterosexual. I— (STARTS TO LEAVE) really don’t want to— (AS IF PUSHED BACK ON STAGE) Okay, okay … I think I would be a really good addition to the Alpha Delta Porca Society because— (CHECKS HER NOTES) Oh, I didn’t finish the “who am I” part. I’m sorry. Let’s see. Um. I’m a liberal heterosexual—not that I’m promiscuous, and I certainly don’t mind lesbians—in case any of your are. … Lesbians … or promiscuous … or promiscuous lesbians, I really don’t think I can do— (AS IF HEARING A REPRIMAND) Okay, okay. It’s just that I prefer the opposite sex. Boys. Men. Sexually. Although I don’t have a boyfriend just at this present time, but I certainly do hope to have one in the very near future. (CHECKS HER NOTES) Uh. I don’t have any undesirable diseases, not that there are desirable ones, but … I wash regularly—I prefer showers—and I guess that just about does it! (NO RESPONSE) Okay! Maybe not. (CHECKS NOTES) Oh, yes, my extra-curricular activities. Um, I don’t have any just at the present time, but I certainly do plan to acquire a substantial amount in the very near future. (CHECKS LIST, CHECKING OFF QUICKLY) Athletic ability: No Sociability: No Looks?... (READING INSTRUCTIONS ON NOTES, RELIEVED) Oh, I see, you fill out those. Sorry. I didn’t have time to really look at this. Gee, did all of you have to do this when you got— Whoops, sorry, I forgot, no questions. Well, let’s see— (READS) “Why I want to be a member.” … Well, who doesn’t? (WAITS. NO RESPONSE. GOES BACK TO NOTES, FIERCELY) “My strong points.” (THINKS) Fun…ness. I’m very fun. And I have a wild sense of humor. Well, my mother thinks so. She never joined a society, but people say she has great taste. She told me it doesn’t matter once you get out into the real world. In the real world, she said, it doesn’t matter what club you were in or if you were never an athlete in school; that, say years from now, when we’re all grown with families and jobs, nobody’ll care, but for right now it would make things a whole lot easier if I could just get in this club. See, I would like to be mainstream. Which, as far as I can see, you’re not unless you’re a member of a club. My best friend, Ophelia, she says her life’s changed completely since she joined hers. Malcolm X Sigma Chi. I thought maybe … But she said, “Don’t even think it, girl.” Cause as you can see … (DISPLAYS HER WHITENESS) Ophelia says I’m not really white inside, but that doesn’t count when you’re applying to a club. Right? So I thought I’d try here. Cause we’re all white… right? And they don’t make clubs for different colored outside and in people, and even if they did, I’m not exactly sure what my inside color is, so how on earth would I find the right club? Ophelia says I’m “puce.” … I’ve never seen puce … I think she was kidding. I don’t like being puce. It’s not mainstream. And they don’t make clubs for them. My mother says it doesn’t matter. That in the real world, when you go for a job interview, for example, nobody asks if you’re puce. Ophelia says they don’t ask, but they see it anyway and check it off in a secret box that they never show you, which goes on your permanent secret record for life. Which keeps you from getting into all the really important societies. That this permanent secret record started when they filled out your birth certificate or when you started school or sometime in between. My mother says Ophelia is full of shit. I like Ophelia. I like my mother. I would very much like to become a member of this club. You see, it’s like insurance: Probably my mother’s right—that years from now I will look back at all this and laugh because older people couldn’t care less whether or not I was a cheerleader or what color club I was in. But my friend Ophelia’s been around. So just in case, in case I do have a permanent, secret record with secret boxes for puce, if you’d just let me into this club, if you’d just check off the right box— Well, then no matter who’s right, then I’d be mainstream for life … Right? BLACK OUT Return to top of page Monologue (male)
Cast: Frank Frank works for the power utility, carries a belt full of tools. He smiles a lot. He addresses the audience as if it were a person who has just opened the front door. You have a gas leak. A leak in your gas. The gas. A leak. I gotta come in and knock holes in your wall to find it. Lots of holes. I know that’s probably upsetting to hear, but it’s the truth. I know you feel skeptical, so here’s my ID — Frank Underwood, no relation to Carrie. (He flashes an ID card from around his neck, grins) Unfortunately you have no choice. The whole building’s in danger, and we’re pretty sure it’s in your apartment, so you have to let me in. … You can close the door if you want, but I’ll be right here. Waiting. … Okay, to alleviate your concern, I’m gonna tell you exactly what is going to happen and then you can decide whether you want to close the door and make me call the management. Here’s the 411: I’m gonna come in, pull out your stove, and smell. Then I’m going to walk all over your white tiles with my greasy shoes. I’ll probably knock some stuff off your shelves when I break through the wall to the pipes. Then my partner — he’s in 2A (gestures the apartment across the hall) — he’ll be standing at the hole on the other side, and we’ll talk for a while about where the leak might be, what we’re going to eat for lunch, what a bitch of a job this is. Once we find the leak, we’ll go away … for a long time. We’ll eat lunch, call headquarters, tell them what’s up, and they’ll send a truck to dig up the street. We’ll leave your stove out in the middle of your kitchen so we can get to the hole easily when we come back … in three days. Don’t worry, there’s no danger cause the gas’ll be turned off. Eventually, we’ll come back and sodder up the pipe with a blow torch. But the hole in the dry wall, that’s the management’s problem. So, that’s the story. (grinning charmingly as he swaggers in, drops tools on the floor, does a slow turn, and leans over with his butt to the audience) Frank Underwood’s the name, gas is my game. Most people call me by my initials. © 2008 Betsy Robinson Return to top of page SKETCH
“The First Time” CAST: Margie and Phil, in their 20s. MARGIE and PHIL are frozen: Phil is facing Margie. He has his mouth open; he has just asked her a question. Margie is facing the audience. (She walks.) Can you tell? I’m the only virgin I know. Except for my sister, but she’s 12. … I’m embarrassed. He’d never have asked me out if he’d known. So this whole relationship is grounded in misconception. (turns to Phil) Phil, this is really embarrassing, but I’m 21 years old and I’m a vi—, vi—, I’ve never done it. Do you want to take me home now? (exits) (They slide into two chairs, denoting his car.) That’s more comfortable. (offers her coke) Wanna sip? (sips, to audience:) I hate coke. (gestures “you know—done it.” Phil grins and nods, while eating.) A lot? (Does a horrified take to the audience.) How many times have you done it? (Phil chokes on his pizza.) Just kidding, ha ha, sorry, I have a weird sense of humor. So how many times? (She drains his bottle, hands it back to him) (Phil finishes his pizza, wipes his mouth clean, puts his arm around MARGIE and begins to kiss her.) (kisses him back.) (goes limp) (goes slack-lip) This better? (as Phil stifles her with kisses. Pause. It takes MARGIE a moment to recover. Weakly:) What? (As lights fade) (Fade to black.) Return to top of page EXCERPTS WANDA is sorting flowers in a flower shop. We got a shipment of sunflowers this morning — four boxes. I unpacked them cause that’s my job. Mr. Constantinus told me that I should get here extra early in order to sign the receipt slip and have them ready in time for the lunch crowd. I like sunflowers. They remind me of those long-necked ladies you see in Vogue or shopping on Fifth Avenue. They’ve never grown wild, you know. Anyway, Mr. Constantinus said to be sure to look them over before I signed the slip, then unpack them, prune the stems, and bind them in bunches of four. So I did. I looked them over, signed the slip, and I was just beginning to bind them when Mr. Constantinus came in. I said, “Good morning, Mr. Constantinus,” and he didn’t say anything. So I figured he was in one of his moods and I went on bunching. Then all of a sudden he picks up one of the bunches and rips it apart screaming and cursing. Most of it was in Greek, so I didn’t understand, but every so often there’d be a “Weed! Damn Dandelion Weed!” Complete monologue is in e-book Return to top of page SARAH - Revenge Sarah, any age, any race, is standing in place doing isometric, stretching, twisting, and imaginary weight-lifting exercises that punctuate her speech. She is livid, but deadpan and matter-of-fact in her delivery. This man on the corner said, “Smile, baby.” So I punched him. … That’s a lie. I wanted to punch him, but he was big. And mean. And there was nobody else on the street. Why should I smile? I’m a nasty, miserable, horrible, humorless wretch. This is not an exaggeration. I almost never lie. And smiling when I do not feel like smiling would be a lie. So when some street creep insists on intruding into my life by telling me to smile, I feel it is only right that I punch him. Even if I just lied about doing it. “My dog died.” That’s what I wanted to say to make him feel really bad: “My dog’s gone, and I have what might possibly be a crippling, degenerative, terminal and extremely communicable illness,” I’d say, patting him on the arm. “Have a nice day.” But I didn’t. I’m ineffective. Complete monologue is in e-book Return to top of page ELSIE - Kiss ELSIE, age 13, an innocent, any race. The most amazing thing happened. Danny Olivieri kissed me on the football field. It was 12:15. I know because the bell had just rung for fourth period which is lunchtime. Betty Sue Mulligan and Martha Angelovitch — they’re my best friends — they said it was fishsticks and green Jello, so why didn’t we get some Cheez Doodles and take them out on the field. So we did. Only Betty Sue got M&Ms cause Cheez Doodles turn your gums orange. Anyway, we went out to the field. Martha likes to go during fourth period because she goes with Dougie Mendelowitz who’s the fastest runner in school, and he’s in fourth period senior boys gym. And they were all out there doing the half mile. I kind of like to watch boys run too, cause—… Anyhow, we went out through the girls’ locker room cause Betty Sue likes to stand on the steps overlooking the field. She says so she can appreciate the landscape … Betty Sue has very blond hair … So we were standing there, and — oh, I guess I should tell you. Well, this is very embarrassing, but, well, I-have-a-crush-on-Danny-Olivieri. Phew, I said it. I’ve liked him ever since the fifth grade, so, well I guess you could say I love him. Complete monologue is in e-book Return to top of page ANGELA - Nunship From full-length play, Inventory; Angela is in her teens, 20s, buxom, Italian Catholic. Not too bright. She likes people, sex, everything. She’s talking to a girl whose sister, Shirley, is becoming a nun. Angela is trying to bond. Oh wow, so your sister’s a nun, huh? But hey, I mean to each his own, you know. Like my mother, she has this pair of clunky, lace-up alligator shoes with tassels like from the fifties, and I thought they were the most repulsive shoes I’d ever seen, right? And today they’re worth — genuine alligator, an endangered species — like maybe $500. I still think they’re repulsive, but, hey. Complete monologue is in e-book Return to top of page LILLY - Gloria Said to Tell You Lilly, any age, any race, (mimes) knocks on a door. Waits. Removes her eyeglasses quickly. The door is opened. She blurts: Oh! Um. Gloria said to tell you she’s really sorry, but she couldn’t make it tonight because something really important and unexpected suddenly came up, and she didn’t want to inconvenience you in any way, so she sent me in her place. … Because it’s Friday night, and I didn’t have anything to do anyway. And I am a girl! I mean woman. And she was afraid you might be unbalanced. I mean the party. I mean she was afraid you might have an uneven number now if she couldn’t come, so … Well, we do sort of look alike even though she’s blonde … and she didn’t want you to be unbalanced. Complete monologue is in e-book Return to top of page SYLVIA - Gossip SYLVIA, adult, any age, any race. She could be sitting on a bar stool, or on a break from doing nails at a salon, or anyplace where gossip flows easily. doing some relaxing activity) Did you know that Norma is 49 and still a virgin? I’ll bet you didn’t know that, did you? Well, it’s true. I wouldn’t lie. It’s those shoes or boots or whatever-you-call’em. Those laces. No man wants a girl with laces. Why it would take an hour alone just to … and by that time … Well, God knows, the Viagra’ll be worn off. You know she’s got very bad breath, that Norma. Maybe she’ll start brushing now that she’s found someone. Even if he is a— whatever. At her age you can’t be choosy. Complete monologue is in e-book Return to top of page TERRY - Weak Chin TERRY, any age, any race. Attractive, but she has a weak chin. She’s back home after a day of bad agent interviews. He told me I had no chin! No chin? “Well, what do you call this thing underneath my mouth?!” (Pause) “A bump,” he said. (Pause, examining her chin in the plate) Why I’ve got more chin than half the models in this city. And what do you need a chin for anyway? I mean it’s not as if it were fingers … Teeth! That’s what I’ve got — good teeth. (Smiles into the plate) Complete monologue is in e-book Return to top of page GIG looks like the guy voted most likely to succeed, gone to seed. He is entering a family gathering. Hi, y’all, so what’s going on? I’ve been in India, so I’m a little out of it. You know, in the ashram and stuff. Getting enlightened. My guru, he said I’m nearly there. Level 5. So what’s happening? Bob’s hundred-and-first birthday? Cool. Hey, Greatest-grampa-dude, I didn’t mean to intrude. This is your day, don’t let me get in the way. I’m here to serve. Right on. So where’s the food? (He inspects food, tasting) Holy cow. I mean is this cow? Oh, hey, it’s cool. (He “chews” a mouthful of beef) Mmm, good stuff. So hey, Great-grampa, do you think I could talk to you for a second … privately? So listen, do you know where can I get something? … What? Hey, no, not that, not me. I need something else. You see, I came home to— Well, to tell you the truth, I went away to get something, but it wasn’t there, so I came back. I gotta get something. Something really important, and I think you might have it, seeing as you’re so old. Complete monologue is in e-book Return to top of page BEN (from full-length play, Inventory): teens, 20s, any race. He is addressing his annoying sister. He has been away at school and hasn’t had sex for 10 months. Will you stop what you’re doing for one darn second and listen to me for chrissakes?! Thank you. Now I am going to ask you a favor, and I think you should know that this is very important to me. As you know, I’m picking up Angela in one hour, and as you also know, Dad isn’t speaking to me, and all’s I got is the pick-up. … I need your car. Will you help me? … Would you answer me? … Will you grunt if you heard me? … Please, Sharon, I’m begging you! Angela is a very passionate person. … Complete monologue is in e-book Return to top of page NATHAN from Section C, included in-full in e-book One can’t walk the streets anymore. Never know what you may run into. For instance, on my way here today I was approached by four wayward women, six watch salesmen, five drunks, and a pack of wooly poodles. (pats his pocket) I have protection. One must. Nothing illegal. Bought it in an Atlanta suburb last year. Very tastefully designed. One must be protected. Yesterday, for example, it was a nice day, as those things go. I took a short trip from my apartment on Central Park South to the coffee shop three blocks downtown. I frequent it. I like their coffee. Sitting at the table third from the corner — where I usually sit — was a well-dressed couple, tourists no doubt. They were having tea. In a coffee shop. The woman had an ermine muff which struck me as odd since it is the peak of summer and according to the ticker atop the building on 55th Street … or is it 45th? No matter, yesterday was 96 degrees — far too hot for a muff. Complete monologue is in e-book Return to top of page JIM: “I Apologize!” -- can be done as a 1-act play or monologue. JIM is in his 20s or 30s, any race. Let me start by saying it: I apologize! I apologize for being a man, a mere mortal, and yes, perhaps a tad hard of hearing. Be this as it may, I have made a discovery that might prove to be one of the most important in the history of the anatomical study of the fair sex (forgive me; I'm a romantic and must express myself in these terms or go mad). I am not a gynecologist, although I played one on TV. My discovery of the vaginal-audio nerve is nonetheless valid due to my many years of experience as a lover of many women, and in particular, to my last seven and three-quarters months as husband to one exceptional female whom I will call Clara. (I apologize, Clara. The name does no justice to your fulsome and fragrant pulchritude. Please forgive me.) I like to watch television — sports, news, an occasional R-rated movie. Prior to my present career as a plumber’s assistant, I worked as an actor on television. All right — I was an extra on a soap opera where I did one week as a gynecologist. But it is my love of television which led to my discovery of this heretofore unidentified nerve unique to the female physiology. And here I must digress. I have always loved plumbing — pipes, tubes, female fittings — how it all goes together. Even when I was pursuing my inefficacious acting career, prior to enrolling in non-degree life enhancement and vocabulary improvement courses at the community college, I was enamored with the gestalt of plumbing — the way one pipe fits into another, the sequence, the shapes, the forms, a perfect flush. It is perhaps why I became such a skilled lover of women. You see, in order to be a successful lover of women, you must understand their plumbing. (I apologize if I offend.) Complete monologue is in e-book Return to top of page TOBY TOBY is a little kid — this is an exercise for an actor or actress of any age or race. I’m Toby and this is my room. It’s my room and nobody can come in unless I say … ‘cept for Mommy and Daddy. Jeffrey, Jeffrey, he always tries to come in but I won’t let him. Jeffrey’s my big brother and his room’s across the hall, only he’s not there right now. You wanna know why he’s not there? (with glee) I’m not ‘posed to tell. (laughing) He’s not there because last night Daddy punched his head in, and we had to send him out to get it fixed! My daddy’s very strong. Once, once he even punched in the television set, and we had to send it out to get it fixed. Only they couldn’t. So they gave us a new one … I wonder if they’ll give Jeffrey a new head. Complete monologue is in e-book Return to top of page THELMA - from "The Hearing" She is testifying in a a deposition about a train accident. My telephone number is 718-555-8422. Seventeen years ago I were marry to a man who wouldn't listen to me, kinda like you (gesturing towards LOPEZ) and it made me so angry, I jest up and left and never looked back. I never had no physical impairment or handicap, and I sleep alone. It were round 6 AM in the morning. Sunny, as I recall, even that early. I caught the J train into New York City. I wanted to get there when the store open to return a dress I bought because it had a mark on it; it were a new dress and that mark made me angry. I usually make my own clothes, and I like things done proper. Whether I sat in the middle or the rear of the car, I really do not recall. I was reading my Bible. Like I said, it was early. I hadn't slept good the night before because I was so upset about the dress, and I musta dozed off. The next thing I know, there's a tremendous jolt and jerk. Then a old Black man come running by, screaming “Wake up! Move! Wake up!" And I look out the window, and I seen it coming at us -- the other train -- and the old man's hollering and the brakes is screeching and I say "Sweet Jesus, my time has come" and then everything get slow. I remember there were a man across from me, kinda like you. (gesturing GOLDBERGER) He been asleep too, I imagine, and maybe he thought he was being attacked when the old man come yelling at his face like that, and so he start beating on the old man, but the old man won't let up. He jest kept hollering "Wake up" and he grab the White man up by the back of his shirt and drug him outa the car, alla time yelling "Wake up! Wake up! Move! Move!" Complete monologue is in e-book Return to top of page GLADYS MAZURKY ACT I In the dark the NARRATOR takes a seat downstage far right in a comfortable easy chair in front of the curtain (if there is one). As a light comes up on him, he puts on his reading glasses and starts to open a slim book. Then, reconsidering, he closes the book and, as if addressing small children, speaks to the audience: This is the story of Gladys Mazurky. A light comes up far left and GLADYS MAZURKY, carrying one large, heavy suitcase and a typewriter case, enters. During the following, she makes her way past the singles bar and movie marquee signs and up the stage left platform stairs to the top level. It took place a long time ago — when people used typewriters and had never heard of iPODs. But perhaps it will not seem like an old story to you. Perhaps Gladys will even feel familiar. She’s about your age ... or an age you once were ... or an age you will become. She’s not a very remarkable girl. Very ordinary, in fact. Gladys bursts into the apartment (the top level) puffing and expectant. Ginny? There is nobody there. Just a cot with a foam pillow on it and an apple box. She dumps her bags and peruses the empty space. As the narrator continues, she takes off one shoe and stalks a cockroach. No outstanding talents, features or interests. In fact, not a terribly interesting person in any way whatsoever. In fact, why anybody in their right mind would have the least bit of interest in somebody like this— There is a bang as Gladys angrily clouts her shoe against the floor, missing the cockroach. Hey, Ginny! But it’s not a very long story, so we may as well get on with it. He opens the book, shaking his head, and leafs through some pages. Maybe, say 60 or so minutes, if we read fast. Ginny? It’s Gladys. Gladys Mazurky, your ol’ college roommate! It seems Gladys went to college. Ginny!! And she’s supposed to meet somebody named Ginny who doesn’t appear to be here. Gladys finds a note under the pillow on the cot. She reads it. “Dear Gladys, I’m not here.” Oh. “Had to go out.” Oh. “This is your bed.” Gladys looks at Narrator, appalled. “Sorry. ... See you tomorrow. —G” Lights fade some on Narrator as lights on apartment come up to full. Gladys places her typewriter on the apple box and her suitcase in a corner, takes a large noisy alarm clock out of it, sits on the cot, which sags under her weight, and finds the phone. She thinks. Dials. Waits. Is surprised when someone answers. Complete play is in e-book Return to top of page |
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