I should have said that my mother took an extra shift so I could have a new coat every year. Watch the movie 2014 (Colin Farrell)|2005 (Royal Shakespeare Company)Timestamp: 1:14 2:45. Now, by my life,Old fools are babes again; and must be usedWith cheques as flatteries,when they are seen abused.Remember what I tell you. We were no longer under the cloud of civilization. Such ideas come to me in the evening when I cant go to sleep. what flaying? Tomb, bridal chamber,eternal prison in the caverned rock,whither I go to find mine own, thosemany who have perished, and whomPersephone hath received among the dead!Last of all shall I pass thither, and far mostmiserably of all, before the term of my life is spent.But I cherish good hope that my coming will bewelcome to my father, and pleasant to thee, my mother, and welcome, brother, to thee; for, when you died,with mine own hands I washed and dressed you,and poured drink-offerings at your graves;and now, Polyneices, tis for tending thy corpsethat I win such recompense as this.
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I can take off any day this week and Ill pay for it out of my own pocket. The tubing came from an old blowgun (He reaches behind the bureau and produces a huge blowgun, easily a foot larger than he.). I remember how different became dangerous.
Theyre nasty little sh*ts and nasty little sh*ts arent worth crying over.. .
So now, you know, from the start I make no effort because I know its not going to work out, I know its not going to work out.
Well, sir I happen to have nearly a billion sta-stamps. .
about long-term improvement and adaptive skills for the real world and all that sh*t.
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It is Hell. Why did you come almost close enoughand no closer? fires] in order to extinguish my own.
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)Portal of Hades, thus I bid thee hail!Grant me one boona swift and mortal stroke,That all unwrung by pain, with ebbing bloodShed forth in quiet death, I close mine eyes. Am I bothering you? Sal becomes embarrassed.). Thinking about my whole life, how . But I didnt mind, no, I didnt mind until I overheard a group of my friends making crass unkind comments about my family. . Well, I don't mind your holding me, Commodore, but at the moment you happen to be holding me a bit too tight.
0000038772 00000 n 0000023325 00000 n Thats the one. from my mother?My courage fails, now know I what to speak,Pouring libations on my fathers tomb.Or shall I pray, as holy wont enjoins,That to the senders of these chaplets, heRequital may accord, ay! [1] Kopit explained: "I had been writing short stories, and I was having a lot of trouble with the narrative point of view.
0000032174 00000 n Your daughter is a beauty too. That is, until it peaks, like your 61.
I know what youre doing. Isnt that right? Those brown eyes. A monologue from the play by Winsome Pinnock. Reality and love are almost contradictory for me. Did not the judge style itA house of penitent whores? A monologue from the play by Pedro Calderon De La Barca.
Could great men thunderAs Jove himself does, Jove would neer be quiet,For every pelting, petty officerWould use his heaven for thunder;Nothing but thunder!
The same speech Ive been hearing since he left. All monologues are property and copyright of their owners. I know movings a big deal. Thus my lot appearsNot sad, but blissful; for had I enduredTo leave my mothers son unburied there,I should have grieved with reason, but not now.And if in this thou judgest me a fool,Methinks the judge of follys not acquit. After having conquered two kings, couldst thou fail in obtaining a crown? Published 11/08/2020 | By. I got no one to care for. what causeHath my behavior given to your displeasure,That thus you should proceed to put me off,And take your good grace from me? Youre Virtual Dad! 0000024572 00000 n Because mostly I feel rage.
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He slit your throat, a flash of unbearable pain, while a soldier about my age held a cup to collect your blood.
Shall I listen to thee still, pride of my birth, that makest a crime out of my passions? 0000024848 00000 n Id throw my things in a cardboard box and run outside in my pajamas in bare feet. And then when he comes over to pick me up, she puts on lipstick! When my daughter was taken from me, my only daughter well you cant imagine how that feels unless youve lost a child.
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If I concentrated long enough I could make the pain appear by an effort of will. Do you think that youre the only one who doesnt get a visit?
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It's a pity Kern didn't return a call to explain the . It was true for years. But instead I locked myself in my dorm room and refused to come out to greet them.
On and on and on and on. But you have a great excuse, because the rainforest isnt wired for cell service.
I guess he thought we could best recover from the trauma of her death by living in a war zone. Why did I fail? ), So I built a telescope in case the plane ever came back again. The only one who doesnt get phone calls? (Beat.) 0000015147 00000 n Major studio's seemed to be dumping large sums of money into strange films some that come to mind, Otto Preminger Skidoo, The Beatles Magical Mystery Tour, and the film I'm about to review, OH DAD, POOR DAD, MAMMA'S HUNG YOU IN THE CLOSET AND I'M FEELING SO SAD.
Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mamma's Hung You in the Closet and I'm Feelin' So Sad - Monologue (Jonathan) All monologues are property and copyright of their owners.
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Flying some-where, far away.
Some called it the American Desert. Described by Kopit as a "farce in three scenes", the story involves an overbearing mother who travels to a luxury resort in the Caribbean, bringing along her son and her deceased husband, preserved and in his casket. He left. Im alone.
You must have felt powerful after you made that choice.
And I thought to myself, if I could just see if I could just see what they looked like, the people, sitting at their windows looking out and flying. (narration for Jonathan Winters written by), See production, box office & company info.
But there are too many scruples, and my reason is alarmed at the contempt of a choice so worthy; although to monarchs only my [proud] birth may assign me, Rodrigo, with honor I shall live under thy laws. SEVEN ARTS / RAY STARK In Association With PARAMOUNT PICTURES Presents/ Oh Dad,/ Poor Dad,/ Mamma's Hung You/ In The Closet/ And I'm Feelin'/ So Sad/ [credit block]. A monologue from the play by Tristine Skyler. (They sit in silence for a few beats. A monologue from the play by Pierre Corneille.
It must be witnessed to be understood.
You do a thing long enough, your whole life, I guess . Thats what Ive done, Ali. (beat). The first, fourth and fifth rows were on the field in9. Anger, which I guess is a variation of rage and sometimes it gives way to panic, which in my case is also a variation of rage. But sometimes. Yea, like some witch,She drugs the cup of wrath, that slays her lord,With double deathhis recompense for me!Ay, tis for me, the prey he bore from Troy,That she hath sworn his death, and edged the steel!Ye wands, ye wreaths that cling around my neck,Ye showed me prophetess yet scorned of allI stamp you into death, or eer I dieDown, to destruction! 0000030979 00000 n
Loud, overly eager, lugging picnic baskets filled with fragrant ghetto food . But it had never touched me.
I thought about having Ser Gregor crush your skull the way he did Oberyns. New Year's Wish - romantic monologue; a woman appeals to her boyfriend to forget about the party downstairs and stay with her as the ball drops.
It was a girl. Shes so beautiful.
My father sent me ten dollars every week, his lotto money.
0000014492 00000 n Janes father, an entomologist, spends years away from home working in a rain forest. Featuring Robin Reck, Tony Strowd, Emery Erin, Manolo Santalla, Anna Lynch, Jorge A. Silva, Brian David Clarke, Andrew Quilpa, and Chema Pineda-Fernndez. Read the play here English & Spanish Edition|Illustrated English Edition.
0000018052 00000 n It wasnt long till they came for me.
Mary, I said.
I see with sorrow that love compels me to utter sighs for that [object] which [as a princess] I must disdain. .for they, when hunters steal their youngferociously pursueand slay them, till they reach the seaand plunge beneath its waves.Not tigresses, but timid hares,not Spaniards, but barbarians,too chicken-hearted to denyyour women to other men!Why not wear distaffs at your waists?Why gird on useless swords?I swear to God we women aloneshall make those tyrants payfor our indignities, and billthose traitors for our blood.And you, you effete effeminates,I sentence to be stonedas spinsters, pansies, queens and cowards,and forced henceforth to wearour bonnets and our overskirts,with painted, powdered faces.Our valorous Commander meansto have Frondoso hangeduncharged, untried and uncondemnedfrom yonder battlements.Hell serve all you unmanly menthe same, and Ill rejoice;for when this honourable townis womanless, that ageshall dawn which once amazed the world,the age of Amazons. 'Me and Molly had a big run-in, years ago . But Im done. 0000007591 00000 n Bethink thee, sister, of our fathers fate,Abhorred, dishonored, self-convinced of sin,Blinded, himself his executioner.Think of his mother-wife (ill sorted names)Done by a noose herself had twined to deathAnd last, our hapless brethren in one day,Both in a mutual destiny involved,Self-slaughtered, both the slayer and the slain.Bethink thee, sister, we are left alone;Shall we not perish wretchedest of all,If in defiance of the law we crossA monarchs will?weak women, think of that,Not framed by nature to contend with men.Remember this too that the stronger rules;We must obey his orders, these or worse.Therefore I plead compulsion and entreatThe dead to pardon. A monologue from the screenplay by Alexander Payne & Jim Taylor. My telescope. The little girl-dress suits me better than that old sack. (Undine realizes the addicts are eavesdropping and finds herself including them in her confessional.). I couldnt bear to see her in another womans arms. And youre not medicated?
I loved you as long ago as the time I asked you to read the stone angels with your fingers. Perfect Dornish beauty. 0000017425 00000 n And this great name of Cid, which thou hast just now won. Ive lived next door to you all the days of my life.
Tis I:Do you know me now? Whenever I wanted something I could here that voice telling me to stop, to be careful, to live most of my life unlived. Its not even the lies that hurt, you know? And will only continue to be this way. 0000014832 00000 n They came en masse, dressed in their Alexanders best. One that will never die.
Your moms with someone.
You chose to murder my daughter. Its everywhere. A time, methinks, too shortTo make a world-without-end bargain in.No, no, my lord, your grace is perjured much,Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore this:If for my love, as there is no such cause,You will do aught, this shall you do for me:Your oath I will not trust; but go with speedTo some forlorn and naked hermitage,Remote from all the pleasures of the world;There stay until the twelve celestial signsHave brought about the annual reckoning.If this austere insociable lifeChange not your offer made in heat of blood;If frosts and fasts, hard lodging and thin weedsNip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,But that it bear this trial and last love;Then, at the expiration of the year,Come challenge me, challenge me by these deserts,And, by this virgin palm now kissing thineI will be thine; and till that instant shutMy woeful self up in a mourning house,Raining the tears of lamentationFor the remembrance of my fathers death.If this thou do deny, let our hands part,Neither entitled in the others heart. It took everything. Actually, it started happening last winter. There are no consequences there. I only know the killer was black. I watch them do this. It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and apologised to no-one. . 0000021291 00000 n And I wouldnt blame you if you walked away right now. 0000026881 00000 n It said: This is the New World and in this world you can be whoever the f*** you want. I tell her that if maybe we had people around she would start to feel better. Meanwhile, I endure an incredible torture; even up to this bridal.
0000031265 00000 n You could come home tomorrow and its fine. . 0000025132 00000 n In my fiction I was everywhere, and I didnt like that."
For the cancer to come back.
But its my fault, I know its my fault, because I never felt it was the right man. Can we start over? You do love me, and I love you, too. I like thinking about the red dress and the television and you and your father. Thats their line of crap. Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of people. . I found some houses I think you might like. So I ran away, crossed the shining sea and when I finally set foot back on sole ground the first thing I heard was that goddamn voice. At least thats what I thought. But tell that to the inmates who are kept in cages and told that they dont have any rights at all. I dont feel anything. BBC "Peter Capaldi's monologue from 'The Zygon Inversion' is a phenomenal scene where he.
An inch it is small and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. 0000034128 00000 n 0000033864 00000 n But youre right. I fed her at my own breast even though they told me to give her to the wet nurse. Here, here, or here?
Can you live there, Gavin?
0000035648 00000 n 0000043110 00000 n 0000047818 00000 n Im a coward.
A great lumbering beast. Hitting her in the face. Or which of your friendsHave I not strove to love, although I knewHe were mine enemy?
I was there when this wonderful person drifted into this world, and I was there when she drifted out. I know, I know, were not supposed to have favorites, but still were only human. Then the death of my son in a car accident, the murder of my husband, then alcoholism, depression, grief, and every death leading up to this trial. Im trying to move beyond it, sometimes I even think I have, but mostly Im not a very good human being. Type: Comedic Character: Hallie Parker, smart and mischievous, teams up with her long lost twin sister, Annie, to re-unite their parents. 67/53. It reminded me how genuinely romantic I was, how I had so much hope in things, and now its like, I dont believe in anything that relates to love. You ate all my cereal again. I COULD! His aim was to enter the work in a school playwriting contest, never anticipating that it would bring him worldwide acclaim at the age of twenty-three. Really? Maybe were just drifting from moment to moment trying to do what we think is right. A monologue from the play by Seth Kramer. 0000016837 00000 n I have done many a bad thing.
0000034695 00000 n That should not be up to anyone else. With hundreds of people inside it.
My impotence set in a year ago. You should have left me.
A monologue from the screenplay by the Wachowskis, I remember how the meaning of words began to change. Pappa, pappa, stackars pappa, mamma har hngt dig i garderoben och jag knner mig s nere var den svenska titeln p Arthur L. Kopits teaterpjs Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mama's Hung You in the Closet and I'm Feelin' So Sad, som senare ocks blev film.Pjsen hade premir p Broadway i New York 1965.. Pjsen. His touch felt like love or as close to it as I could imagine. Nisrine Amine is an actor, writer, producer and Creative Director at PAC. A monologue from the play 'Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mamma's Hung you in the Closet and I'm Feelin' so Sad' by Arthur L. Kopit. I would have said No, but at least they could have asked!! That these feelings were fixed and constant and would never end for the rest of my life. startxref I mean Do I really care if a handful of my poems are read after Im gone? (beat). (Sadly.)
She hands it back to him.) Then you were still, so still. If I close my eyes, I can hear the sound of Oberyns skull breaking. They were stuck together. 0 I dont feel things for people anymore.
And I ran outside to the porch so that I might see what it looked like.
He decided that he wanted to direct Santacqua, and he did. A monologue from the tv series written by David Benioff & D.B. When I wrote a play, I found that I lost myself as Arthur Kopit and I just wrote down what the characters said. Madame Rosepettle proclaims that Rosalie has even sexually dallied in the bushes with the oldest of the male children that she supervises.Madame . Im somebody now, Harry.
I I remember, you were standing across the way in your penthouse garden playing blind mans buff with ten little children. Sometimes when the doctor was examining me I felt our roles were reversed and that I was prodding his tummy. To decide against my plaintiff is to choose lining the pockets of prison owners over providing basic defense for the people who live in them. ), A monologue from the play by J. Thalia Cunningham. But am I the criminal mastermind who pulled off a series of violent murders?
To whom should I complain? (showing him the houses).