Character name:
Sally
Gender:
Female
Age Range:
15 — 25
Show:
You're a Good Man Charlie Brown
Duration:
0 — 1 minutes
Monologue Type:
comedic
Notes:
None
A 'C'? A 'C'? I got a 'C' on my coathanger sculpture? How could anyone get a 'C' in
coathanger sculpture? May I ask a question? Was I judged on the piece of sculpture
itself? If so, is it not true that time alone can judge a work of art? Or was I judged on my
talent? If so, is it fair that I be judged on a part of my life over which I have no control? If
I was judged on my effort, then I was judged unfairly, for I tried as hard as I could! Was I
judged on what I had learned about this project? If so, then were not you, my teacher,
also being judged on your ability to transmit your knowledge to me? Are you willing to
share my 'C'? Perhaps I was being judged on the quality of coathanger itself out of
which my creation was made...now is this not also unfair? Am I to be judged by the
quality of coathangers that are used by the drycleaning establishment that returns our
garments? Is that not the responsibility of my parents? Should they not share my 'C'?
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Character name:
Beneatha Younger
Gender:
Female
Age Range:
18 — 24
Show:
Raisin in the Sun
Duration:
0 — 1 minutes
Monologue Type:
dramatic
Notes:
None
When I was very small...we used to take our sleds out in the wintertime and the only hills we had
were the ice covered stone steps of some houses down the street. And we used to fill them in
with snow and make them smooth and slide down them all day...and it was very dangerous you
know...far too steep...and sure enough one day a kid named Rufus came down too fast and hit the
sidewalk...and we saw his face just split open right there in front of us...and I remember standing
there looking at his bloody open face thinking that was the end of Rufus. But the ambulance
came and they took him to the hospital and they fixed the broken bones and they sewed it all
up...and the next time I saw Rufus he just had a little line down the middle of his face...I never
got over that...
[(WALTER sits up, listening on the bed. Throughout this scene it is important that we feel his
reaction at all times, that he visibly responds to the words of his sister and ASAGAI.)}
[ASAGAI: What?]
BENEATHA: That that was what one person could do for another, fix him up--sew up the
problem, make him all right again. That was the most marvelous thing in the world...I wanted to
do that. I always thought it was the one concrete thing in the world that human being could do.
Fix up the sick, you know--and make them whole again. This was truly being God...
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Character name:
Emily Webb
Gender:
Female
Age Range:
16 — 25
Show:
Our Town
Duration:
0 — 1 minutes
Monologue Type:
dramatic,contemporary
Notes:
Emily has just died in childbirth and has been given the chance to go back home to a
time she wishes to see. Looking at her mother and father whom she will never see
again, she realizes that it was a mistake have gone back.
(softly, more in wonder than in grief)
I can't bear it. They're so young and beautiful. Why did they ever have to get old? Mama, I'm here. I'm grown up. I
love you all, everything. - I cant look at everything hard enough. (pause, talking to her mother who does not hear her.
She speaks with mounting urgency) Oh, Mama, just look at me one minute as though you really saw me. Mama,
fourteen years have gone by. I'm dead. You're a grandmother, Mama. I married George Gibbs, Mama. Wally's dead,
too. Mama, his appendix burst on a camping trip to North Conway. We felt just terrible about it - don't you remember?
But, just for a moment now we're all together. Mama, just for a moment we're happy. Let's look at one another.
(pause, looking desperate because she has received no answer. She speaks in a loud voice, forcing herself to not
look at her mother) I can't. I can't go on. It goes so fast. We don't have time to look at one another. (she breaks down
sobbing, she looks around) I didn't realize. All that was going on in life and we never noticed. Take me back - up the
hill - to my grave. But first: Wait! One more look. Good-by, Good-by, world. Good-by, Grover's Corners? Mama and
Papa. Good-bye to clocks ticking? and Mama's sunflowers. And food and coffee. And new-ironed dresses and hot
baths? and sleeping and waking up. Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you. (she asks abruptly
through her tears) Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? - every, every minute? (she sighs) I'm
ready to go back. I should have listened to you. That's all human beings are! Just blind people.
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Character name:
Sophie
Gender:
Female
Age Range:
18 — 30
Show:
The Star-Spangled Girl
Duration:
0 — 2 minutes
Monologue Type:
comedic,contemporary
Notes:
Mr. Cornell, Ah have tried to be neighborly, Ah have tried to be friendly, and Ah have tried to be
cordial...Ah don't know what it is that you're tryin' to be. That first night Ah was appreciative
that you carried mah trunk up the stairs...The fact that it slipped and fell five flights and smashed
to pieces was not your fault...Ah didn't even mind that personal message you painted on the
stairs. Ah thought it was crazy, but sorta sweet.
However, things have now gone too far...Ah cannot accept gifts from a man Ah hardly
know...Especially canned goods. And Ah read your little note. Ah can guess the gist of it even
though Ah don't speak Italian. This has got to stop, Mr. Cornell. Ah can do very well without
you leavin' little chocolate-almond Hershey bars in mah mailbox--they melted yesterday, and
now Ah got three gooey letters from home with nuts in 'em--and Ah can do without you sneakin'
into mah room after Ah go to work and paintin' mah balcony without tellin' me about it. Ah
stepped out there yesterday and mah slippers are still glued to the floor. And Ah can do without
you tying big bottles of eau de cologne to mah cat's tail. The poor thing kept swishin' it yesterday
and nearly beat herself to death... And most of all, Ah can certainly do without you watchin' me
get on the bus every day through that high-powered telescope. You got me so nervous the other
day Ah got on the wrong bus. In short, Mr. Cornell, and Ah don't want to have to say this again,
leave me ay-lone!
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