When I was ten I started getting sharp pains in my side and had to be taken to the doctors. Janes father, an entomologist, spends years away from home working in a rain forest. The characters in Beetlejuice are quick to find out that getting help fromthe titular ghostdoes more harm than good. I had never been so happy. What am I supposed to do? They wondered aloud who belonged to those people. Loud, overly eager, lugging picnic baskets filled with fragrant ghetto food . Im Han Nguyen born in Saigon, daughter of Le and Bin Nguyen. When I was a girl, my father held a ball. 1. Hitting her in the face. If love lives by hope, it perishes with it; it is a fire which becomes extinguished for want of fuel; and, in spite of the severity of my sad lot. The psychoanalysts. Drum couldnt take it. Gone. Dont scold, Mother darling. Genre: Comedy, Fantasy Director (s): Tim Burton Actors: Alec Baldwin, Geena Davis, Annie McEnroe, Maurice Page Production: Warner Bros. Pictures Candy Girl (2 Minute Monologue) Comedic female teen monologue from the play Almost 16 by Gabriel Davis (Frannie addresses her best friend) Breaking news: I'm popular now. I perforce obeyThe powers that be. A son! By the time you read this, I will be gone, having jumped off . Then a man weve never met chose to kill him. Like winning the lottery or someones rich uncle needing a personal assistant. are you all afraid?Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal,And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell!Thou hadst but power over his mortal body,His soul thou canst not have; therefore be gone.Foul devil, for Gods sake, hence, and trouble us not;For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,Filld it with cursing cries and deep exclaims.If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,Behold this pattern of thy butcheries.O, gentlemen, see, see! He picked you up. There you were, the next one to be sacrificed. It was a girl. They whispered in my ear how they wanted to marry me and take me back to their castles. And if its an old wine, how many of them must be dead by now. Lets finally guarantee its rights to all of our citizens. Oh, I suppose I am sick. And I dont feel sad, either. I have no visuals of prom dresses or favorite sweater or shoes I couldnt live without. Not caring what her husband or step-daughter wanted, Delia decided to completely redesign their new home. It took everything. And she doesnt want to wash her hair. Every single thing I ever made Painted All of it just torched to high hell. Now, my liege,Tell me what blessings I have here alive,That I should fear to die? Sir, spare your threats:The bug which you would fright me with I seek.To me can life be no commodity:The crown and comfort of my life, your favour,I do give lost; for I do feel it gone,But know not how it went. So who am I? You really should be in therapy, you know. Ye captive women, ye who tend this home,Since ye are present to escort with meThese lustral rites, your counsel now I crave.How, while I pour these offrings on the tomb,Speak friendly words? I think its safe to say that I have explored the full range of rage. Beetlejuice characters breakdowns including full descriptions with standard casting requirements and expert analysis. Id known death since I was a child. Its a reason to smile. Bowling, playing poker, art . A monologue from the play by John Webster. That little voice. While explaining to Adam and Barbara how she was able to see them, shetold them that the Handbook For The Recently Deceased said that Live people ignore the strange and unusual, further revealing, I myself am strange and unusual.. if Chimne ever has Rodrigo for a husband, my hope is dead and my spirit, is healed. . A monologue from the play by Emma Goldman-Sherman. Join StageAgent today and unlock amazing theatre resources and opportunities. And yetI honored thee, as the wise will deem, rightly.Never had I been a mother of children,or if a husband had been moldering in death,would I have taken this task upon me in the citys despite.What law, ye ask, is my warrant for that word?The husband lost, another might have been found,and child from another, to replace the first-born;but, father and mother hidden with Hades,no brothers life could ever bloom for me again.Such was the law whereby I held thee first in honor;but Creon deemed me guilty of error therein,and of outrage, ah brother mine!And now he leads me thus, a captive in his hands;no bridal bed, no bridal song hath been mine,no joy of marriage, no portion in the nurture of children; but thus, forlorn of friends, unhappy one, I go living to the vaults of death.And what law of Heaven have I transgressed?Why, hapless one, should I look to the gods anymorewhat ally should I invokewhen by pietyI have earned the name of impious? Beetlejuice : [as Otho tries to escape] Not so fast, round boy. Isnt that right? I was meant to burn there, with everything else. Once the owner of a successful P.R. Till I saw a few of the boys snickering. And I had it killed because this must all end! . But then I would wake up and the voice would start all over again. The f***ing head shrinks who wont leave me alone now. 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. My second joyAnd first-fruits of my body, from his presenceI am barrd, like one infectious. When they did find him, Barbara asked what his credentials were, to which Betelgeuse replied, Well, I attended Julliard, I lived through the Black Plague and had a pretty good time during that. Hell no. Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool?By day and night he wrongs me; every hourHe flashes into one gross crime or other,That sets us all at odds: Ill not endure it:His knights grow riotous, and himself upbraids usOn every trifle. Can I move this?. Clever enough to learn what poison you used to murder Myrcella. Its no longer a secret that I love you. I hope that, whoever you are, you escape this place. Then continues.) They dont need me. Let me wear it a little longer, Mother! Its been 226 years since then. 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. It is Hell. I screamed and cried, but he held his knife to my throat and said hed kill me, too, if I made one more sound. My lords, ye look amazed to see your queenWith wreaths and gifts of incense in her hands.I had a mind to visit the high shrines,For Oedipus is overwrought, alarmedWith terrors manifold. I dont understand the concept actually. But I dont want to be talked to like some incurably sick patient you have to comfort. I sit there and look at the website and imagine. A monologue from the tv series created by Sam Levinson. Read the play here Folger|No Fear Shakespeare, Watch the movie 1995 (Ian McKellen)|1956 (Laurence Olivier). Cause if youre getting a divorce, you havent changed a bit. Yes, freedom has fangs. out of necessity, we shadowy people take on a strength of our own. A monologue from the play by Tristine Skyler. ), A monologue from the play by J. Thalia Cunningham. Here are her suggestions for dramatic monologues for women. . Great joke. However, there was no reasoning with the spirit, but Adam and Barbara had a slight advantage in the fact that they weren't stuck in Adams miniature town. (beat). It always confused me, because I didnt really know what it meant. Tried to find words to describe it. Sal becomes embarrassed.). The unspoken rule in my house was that my moms name was never mentioned after her death. When we returned, we found her side of the closet empty. Youre good at it. Is not that glimmer there afar That dying exhalation that pale star A tiny taper, which, with trembling blazeFlickering twixt struggling flames and dying rays,With ineffectual sparkMakes the dark dwelling place appear more dark?Yes, for its distant light,Reflected dimly, brings before my sightA dungeons awful gloom,Say rather of a living corse, a living tomb;And to increase my terror and surprise,Drest in the skins of beasts a man there lies:A piteous sight,Chained, and his sole companion this poor light.Since then we cannot fly,Let us attentive to his words draw nigh,Whatever they may be. Where does it hurt? And then when he comes over to pick me up, she puts on lipstick! And that is my story! There was no noise, no tremble. The sound of your scream. And there are demons everywhere. Now I wish you would tell mewhy didnt it happen between us? Brienne the Beauty they called me. If the pilot had banked left instead of right, if the south had won the war in Vietnam, if the Russians hadnt beat us to the moon. Yea, for these laws were not ordained of Zeus,And she who sits enthroned with gods below,Justice, enacted not these human laws.Nor did I deem that thou, a mortal man,Couldst by a breath annul and overrideThe immutable unwritten laws of Heaven.They were not born today nor yesterday;They die not; and none knoweth whence they sprang.I was not like, who feared no mortals frown,To disobey these laws and so provokeThe wrath of Heaven. It was undoubtedly just a phase, though the eccentric nature of her family might have had something to do with it. But thats all a dream, because my mother did not live. His pokes left little indentations all over my body because there was no life in my skin. . Its that stage in development when a kid starts to trust her primary caretaker, to believe that he or she is there even if she cant see him. Then again, I blame pretty much everything on that, my weight, my addiction to television, my inability to spell. Yes, I killed them. Increasing thoughts about death just seemed to come over me. Sometimes when the doctor was examining me I felt our roles were reversed and that I was prodding his tummy. A monologue from the play by Winsome Pinnock. I hope that the world turns and that things get better. Right before he goes into the mortal world, he says, Lets turn on the juice and see what shakes loose. The line comes just moments before one of the most iconic scenes in the movie, signaling that this particular ghost isn't quite like others in the cinematic world. I love you. That should not be up to anyone else. I like thinking about the red dress and the television and you and your father. A monologue from the tv series created by Vince Gilligan. while I wore it yet, thou sawst me mockedThere at my home by each malicious mouthTo all and each, an undivided scorn.The name alike and fate of witch and cheatWoe, poverty, and famineall I bore;And at this last the god hath brought me hereInto deaths toils, and what his love had made,His hate unmakes me now: and I shall standNot now before the altar of my home,But me a slaughter-house and block of bloodShall see hewn down, a reeking sacrifice.Yet shall the gods have heed of me who die,For by their will shall one requite my doom.He, to avenge his fathers blood outpoured,Shall smite and slay with matricidal hand.Ay, he shall cometho far away he roam,A banished wanderer in a strangers landTo crown his kindreds edifice of ill,Called home to vengeance by his fathers fall:Thus have the high gods sworn, and shall fulfil.And now why mourn I, tarrying on earth,Since first mine Ilion has found its fateAnd I beheld, and those who won the wallPass to such issue as the gods ordain?I too will pass and like them dare to die! I fed her at my own breast even though they told me to give her to the wet nurse. It was a girl. Like the whole thing at the train station. These 15 powerful female monologues for auditions are a great place to start the journey. I was there when this wonderful person drifted into this world, and I was there when she drifted out. The truth is, I have no fashion sense never did. At least when you are gone, you are gone. Yes, it had begun that early. I dont know. A monologue from the play by Tennessee Williams. Let me help you with this., A monologue from the screenplay by James V. Hart & Michael Goldenberg. The FIRE took that from me. All it takes is the friendship of Adam and Barbara to turn her frown upside down, but it a lot of unorthodox trial and error to get there. . But I chose to find out.. Poor princess! Beetlejuice : [voice getting higher as head gets smaller] Whoa, hey! The line is among the most iconic lines of the film, as well as the family-friendly animated series that debuted shortly after. 47 children were rescued, I was one of them. The fledgling Goth movement in the late '80s and 1990s is rather comical by today's standards, driven largely by melodramatic kids trying to cling to an identity group. Elsa Dutton - 1 (S1 - E1) I remember the first time I saw it. I feel my spirit divided into two portions; if my courage is high, my heart is inflamed [with love]. Never! My own flesh was on fire. And I decided on that day that I was Undine Barnes, who bore no relationship to those people. Id like to help you out with that myself, if thats all right with you. (Beat). He danced with me and none of the other boys could say a word. It wasnt long till they came for me. MONOLOGUES FOR FEMALES CONTENTS COMPLETELY BLACKED OUT (Chicago) LOOK AT ME KNOW (Gypsy) I'M A BAGEL (Funny Girl) THEY DONE HER IN (My Fair Lady) AN IDEAL HUSBAND (Oscar Wilde) EVE'S DIARY (Mark Twain) THE PRETENTIOUS YOUNG LADIES (Molire) BIND OUR LOVES UP IN A HOLD BAND (Much Ado About Nothing) (Beat.) At least thats what I thought. I know now that its over. You will lie with the rest of your kind in the dirt your dreams forgotten. Ah, you say that isnt true. Part of the charm ofBeetlejuicewasthe relationship between Adam, Barbara, and Lydia. ), Isnt that right? Here are four memorable musical monologues: 1. But it had never touched me. Beetlejuice's particular F-Bomb is one of the latter, and to date, it's one of the most out-of-nowhere gags in a comedy film meant for families with slightly older children. I am ambitious, black, bisexual, angry, sad, strong, sensitive, scared, fierce, talented, exhausted. Beetlejuice Beetlejuice written by Michael McDowell, Warren Skaaren, & Larry Wilson Betelgeuse: (laughing) Heehoo! Like most films by Burton, the scriptwriting was top-notch, and the characterswere quirky, unique and memorable. In truth, Poe had no known children legitimate or otherwise, though the possibility of the latter might still exist. He graduated from Rock Valley College in 2018 with an Associate of Arts degree and a Media Production Specialist certificate. You do love me, and I love you, too. How would I know? Some called it the American Desert. For what purpose, what goal? I tell her that if maybe we had people around she would start to feel better. Why did I fail? Between them, the death of a father has interposed so little hatred, that the duty of blood with regret pursues him. I like to think about what was going on the year the grapes were growing; how the sun was shining; if it rained. In law school, I changed my name to sound more New England.. If only he hadnt taunted him. Read the play here English & Spanish Edition|Illustrated English Edition. I know movings a big deal. Then they performed the ritual to make us brave. Black kids dont go into the cafeteria and shoot up everybody or stalk teachers and shoot them. A monologue from the play by Seth Kramer. character breakdowns, auditions, monologues and more! 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. Electric blue. Oh, Mother, please dont be sad! This is your great winter romance, isnt it? Find a character or situation that you can relate too. A monologue from the screenplay by Mario Puzo & Francis Ford Coppola. Wed laugh about how great our lives turned out and make plans for the things we were still going to do. Or the people who came before. A few years later my dad got remarried to a lovely woman. A monologue from the play by Lisa dAmour. But I will not follow thesewhere my honor is concerned, the captivation of my feelings does not abate my courage. I knew about Michelle. Maybe I wont be around. In my fantasy world, had my mother lived, I would be extremely well-dressed. nay, gave noticeHe was from thence discharged. And Jules talking about how were gonna live together when she goes off to college and sleep in the same bed, and be together forever. When I wear my penitential robe Ill be dressed like the queen of the fairies underneath. Why should I even make the bed, or wash the dishes? Dont let them see your tears, he told me. I could be as good or as bad as I felt like being. Why did you do that?Doesnt matter now. You know what? . And if not, were adding more every week so if you dont see one you like, keep checking back! That cannot be up to anyone else. His touch stayed with me long after the pain had gone and I longed for it. Juno could only smile in slight amusement and reply, "How did you guess?". So you find yourself trying to remember the things that made you happy.
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