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Film Monologues: 1. A Few Good Men
Film Monologues: 1. A Few Good Men
Breaking Bad
from the TV series created by Vince Gilligan
Walter: I've done a terrible thing, but I did it for a good reason. I did it for us.
That...is college tuition for Walter Jr. and Holly, 18 years down the road. Then it's
health insurance for you and the kids, for Junior's physical therapy, his SAT tutor. It's
money for groceries and gas, for birthdays and graduation parties. That money is for
this roof over your head, the mortgage that you are not going to be able to afford on a
part-time bookkeeper's salary when I'm gone.
Skyler: Walt, I...
Walter: Please. Please. This money... I didn't steal it. It doesn't belong to anyone else.
I earned it. The things I've...done to earn it... The... the... things I've had to do, I've got
to live with them. Skyler, all that I've done, all the sacrifices that I have... made for
this family, all of that will be for nothing if you don't accept what I've earned.
Please. ... I'll be here when you get home from work. You can give me your answer
then.
Walter: My father died when I was 6. You knew that, right? Yeah. He had
Huntington's Disease. It's-- destroys portions of the brain, affects muscle control, leads
to dementia. It's just a nasty disease. It's genetic. It terrified my mother that I might
have it, so they ran tests on me when I was a kid, but I came up clean. My father fell
very ill when I was 4 or 5. He spent a lot of time in the hospital. My-- My mother
would tell me so many stories about my father. She would talk about him all the time.
I knew about his personality, how he treated people. I even knew how he liked his
steaks cooked-- medium rare. Just like you. I knew things about my father. I had a lot
of information. It's because people would tell me these things. They would paint this
picture of my father for me, and I always pretended that was who I saw, too, who I
remembered, but it was a lie. In truth, I only have one real, actual memory of my
father. It must've been right before he died. My mother would take me to the hospital
to visit him, and I remember the smell in there, the chemicals. It was as if they use up
every single cleaning product they could find in a 50-mile radius... like they didn't
want you smelling the sick people. Oh, there was this stench of Lysol and bleach. You
could just feel it coating your lungs. Anyway, there, lying on the bed, is my father.
He's all-- He's all twisted up. And my mom, she puts me on her lap. She's sitting on
the bed next to him so I can get a good look at him... but really he just scares me... and
he's looking right at me... but I can't even be sure that he knows who I am. And your
grandmother is talking, trying to be cheerful, you know, as she does, but the only
thing I could remember is him breathing. Oh, th-- this-- this rattling sound, like if you
were shaking an empty spray-paint can. Like there was nothing in him. Anyway... that
is the only real memory that I have of my father. I don't want you to think of me the
way I was last night. I don't want that to be the memory you have of me when I'm
gone.
Criminal Minds
from the episode "Masterpiece" written by Edward Allen Bernero, from the
episode "To Hell ... And Back" written by Chris Mundy, and from the episode
"The Longest Night" written by Edward Allen Bernero.
(Prof. Rothchild (Jason Alexander) reveals to David Rossi (Joe Mantegna)why he
committed the murders.)
Prof. Rothchild: All animals desperately need a way to attract others of their species,
dogs have sent, dolphins have sound, The Golden Ratio is a subconscious identifier of
perfect humanness. If I had done all of these things it wouldn't be because those
women were beautiful, it would be because they were a perfect example of humanity,
hypothetically speaking. Do you know what Homo Sapiens, Sapiens actually means
David, its literal translation? Man wise, wise. Think about that, we named ourselves
doubly wise, we are twice as wise as every other creature on the planet. Hubris,
arrogance, humans are a blight, we should all be eradicated.
I hate humanity every bit as much as you do. I told you I read all your books. It's in
there, everyone of them, your hatred. Your first book, chapter three, page eighty-nine:
one, three, eighty-nine, all Fibonacci numbers. The first time I saw one of William
Grace's victims I knew I was looking at the residue of pure evil and that I would never
again feel completely safe around another human being. Like you, I know exactly
what human beings are capable of. Your fifth book, chapter thirteen, page one hundred
forty-four, I know it makes little sense to try and deter violence with more violence,
but deterrence is not why I believe in the death penalty. There are some people that are
so violent, so evil, that society has no choice but to be done with them. Vengeance is
something that society needs from time to time if for no other purpose then to keep the
rest of us sane. Vengeance keeps us sane. What a fascinating statement. You may
have your vengeance as I am about to have mine. They are never going to make it out
of that house, David. It was never about that perfect woman, or those wonderful
children, it was about your team, your merry band of five, they complete my
sequence. It's to late David. The minute they stepped into that house they were dead. I
knew that if I kept prodding you that you would rise to my challenge, knew that you
would insist on being in the room alone with me. You were trying to beat me but I
knew that you would send them all out there. You're not just filled with hatred David;
you are also filled with arrogance and hubris just like every other human being. Just
like me. William Grace, the man you called the face of pure evil, my brother. My life
ended the day you arrested him. Every time people talked about William Grace they
always talked about his parents and his brother Henry. No one could believe that
anyone so evil could possibly hide in the darkness. Surly someone must have seen,
someone must have known, surly his own brother. I had a fianc David, beautiful
woman, perfect woman. She sent the ring back to me, she said she was afraid to give
it back in person, she was afraid of me. That is when I started getting these thoughts,
these ideas, these images inside of my head and I couldn't, I couldn't escape. But then
I realized that my brother wasn't alone in the darkness, I shared the same genetics that
you so casually dismissed. So I started a second life. I knew something was missing
yet I couldn't figure it out, and then, David Rossi, the man that ruined my life, and
suddenly I knew what it was that was missing because you had written it. Vengeance.
Vengeance. That's right, I killed twelve people because of you. You took my family,
now I take yours.
abyss? How many more times will they be able to recover the pieces of themselves
that this job takes? Like I said, sometimes there are no words, no clever quotes to
neatly sum up what has happened that day, sometimes the day just ends.
THE SEAGULL
A monologue from the play by Anton Chekhov
THE BOOR
A monologue from the play by Anton Chekhov
THE PROFESSION
A monologue from the play by Walter Wykes
VLADIMIR:
Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? Tomorrow,
when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of today? That with Estragon my
friend, at this place, until the fall of night, I waited for Godot? That Pozzo
passed, with his carrier, and that he spoke to us? Probably. But in all that what
truth will there be?
(Estragon, having struggled with his boots in vain, is dozing off again.
Vladimir looks at him.) He'll know nothing. He'll tell me about the blows he
received and I'll give him a carrot. (Pause.) Astride of a grave and a difficult
birth. Down in the hole, lingeringly, the grave digger puts on the forceps. We
have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. (He listens.) But habit is a
great deadener. (He looks again at Estragon.) At me too someone is looking, of
me too someone is saying, He is sleeping, he knows nothing, let him sleep on.
(Pause.) I can't go on! (Pause.) What have I said?
He goes feverishly to and fro, halts finally at extreme left, broods. Enter Boy
right. He halts. Silence.