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Monologues For Assessment
Monologues For Assessment
FEMALE
Tamsin
I think we are lost. Like really lost. I have no cell phone service. Where in America is there
no cell phone service?!? Where, I ask? Nowhere. Only a place that you get really lost in.
And we are lost. How much gas is in the car? Do we have enough to get somewhere?
Somewhere that isn’t here? This is the end. We may just die here on this deserted road.
Oh Lord. There are so many things I haven’t done! I never took trapeze lessons. I never
made my grandmother’s noodles. I never climbed Mount Kilimanjaro. I never climbed any
mountains for that matter. I don’t even have hiking boots. I hate hiking. I never got over my
hatred of hiking! I wanted to start a pyramid scheme. Not one that hurt people and drained
their life savings, but one that got me rich—filthy-dirty rich so that I could move to Turks and
Caicos and never speak to anyone at my office again! I would just leave my cubicle one day
and leave all my pictures up—and my “Happy Hump Day” mug— all just perfectly on my
desk. I would just leave it all. They would all wonder where I had gone. They would first be
concerned, then scared, then terrified. They would hold a meeting and alert the authorities
and O’Connel would say that he wished he had given me that promotion and Marcy would
admit she HAD ate my piece of chocolate birthday cake out of the fridge. She knew I knew it
all along. They would all cry. They would cry so much! And the whole time I would be
sipping some daiquiri with a special name with two tiny paper umbrellas AND a curly straw.
And I would be rich—dirty stinking rich. SO rich. And I won’t give anyone at the office any of
the money. Yes, they are DEFINTIELY left out of my pyramid scheme.
JANE (chugs her wine. She knows what’s coming) Your maid of honour? Really? Wow,
that’s so very nice of you! Generous and kind and all sorts of..(searching for the right
words) ..adjectives. But here’s the thing Kate. The thing is…I…well…I can’t be your maid of
honour. Because. Well…Kate…I could die soon. No, it’s not cancer. Not yet! I mean, here’s
the thing, who knows how each of us will die, right? I could die of cancer. And, I would feel
really bad if I was your maid of honour and I kicked the bucket just before your wedding, you
know? (Jane digs deeper) I could also be killed! Oh my god, Kate. I could fall off the side of a
mountain I could be mauled by a mountain lion and in the tussle I could totally fall off the
side of a mountain. And then think how much that would suck if your maid of honour fell off a
cliff and you had no one to count on when you got married! That would suck big time.( Jane
knows this isn’t working) Okay, fine! Kate I don’t want to be your maid of honour. I’m sorry
but it’s too much!
* barrettes – hairslides
Macbeth
Act I Scene 7
Lady Macbeth:
Was the hope drunk,
Wherein you dress’d yourself? Hath it slept since?
And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? From this time
Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valour,
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem’st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting ‘I dare not’ wait upon ‘I would,’
Like the poor cat i’ th’ adage?
What beast was’t then,
That made you break this enterprise to me?
When you durst do it, then you were a man;
And, to be more than what you were, you would
Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
They have made themselves, and that their fitness now
Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know
How tender ’tis to love the babe that milks me:
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have pluck’d my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dash’d the brains out, had I so sworn as you
Have done to this.
MALE
TOM: I first had the idea that I was the son of God, when I was nine. I’d just read the
Bible. Not the whole Bible, not cover-to-cover but – you know… extensive dipping…
Anyway, the more I read, the more it sort of made sense, that I was the second coming.
Jesus Christ. Two. The sequel. I mean, my mum a virgin? Well, looking at her you could
certainly believe so. Check. Dad not my real dad? We never did have much in common.
Check. Me leading a sad-and-tortured-life-where-everyone-hates-me-and-I-have-to- die-for-
the-good of -humanity--who’ll be-sorry-when-I’m-gone? Check. But then I tried to cure a
leper – well, a kid with really bad eczema… it didn’t work. He just bled a lot. I tried to – rip
some of his skin off and… Beat. I first got the idea I might have AIDS after a particularly
aggressive sex-ed class – you know, the sort of class where your teacher just repeatedly
shouts; ‘You must NEVER have sex. Never. Ever. Ever.’ I mean, talk about premature, I
hadn’t even persuaded a girl to kiss me yet. But he always was premature, Mr Wilkins. So,
AIDS – me? Unlikely! But then I had a tetanus shot and it took them ages to find a vein and
I thought – well, maybe I had a mutated version of AIDS
Forever House Glenn Waldron Richard is sixteen/seventeen, gay, but he is not out
yet.
Richard Plymouth? I think – I think it’s shit. Excuse my language but – I really think it is.
It’s completely shit. I think it’s crap. There’s nothing, like – nothing ever happens here –
nothing interesting or amazing or – or even anything horrible. And most of the people are –
like, when they walk, they can barely lift their feet off the ground. I mean, they all walk round
like they’re kind-of monged-out most of the time. Haven’t you seen that? Well, they do. And
it’s so – I mean – this town, it’s so small. It’s, like, miniscule – it doesn’t even have a Pizza
Express. Because – because I mean, how can you live all your life somewhere that doesn’t
have a Pizza Express? Everyone who lives here, they think it’s the centre of the universe.
But it’s so… Because if they bombed it tomorrow, if they put a great big nuclear bomb under,
like, Debenhams and it flattened the whole thing then the rest of the world would be very
sad and they’d miss it for a few days and everything but would it – I mean, the world would
go on, wouldn’t it? It wouldn’t be like the world couldn’t function any more without the people
living in this town. There would be no possibility of the world stopping or – or anything really
changing. And after a while, all the people in this town and all the things they’d done, they’d
just be, like, memories in other people’s heads. And then, the people that had the memories
would die and then they’d just be some people in photographs who nobody knows. Does
that make sense? I want to go to London. I’m going to go to London. I want to study there.
Art.”