Monologues for girls:
Alice in Wonderland
ALICE: [Angrily] Why, how impolite of him. I asked him a civil question, and he pretended not to hear me. That’s not at all nice. [Calling after him] I say, Mr. White Rabbit, where are you going? Hmmm. He won’t answer me. And I do so want to know what he is late for. I wonder if I might follow him. Why not? There’s no rule that I mayn’t go where I please. I–I will follow him. Wait for me, Mr. White Rabbit. I’m coming, too! [Falling] How curious. I never realized that rabbit holes were so dark . . . and so long . . . and so empty. I believe I have been falling for five minutes, and I still can’t see the bottom! Hmph! After such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling downstairs. How brave they’ll all think me at home. Why, I wouldn’t say anything about it even if I fell off the top of the house! I wonder how many miles I’ve fallen by this time. I must be getting somewhere near the center of the earth. I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How funny that would be. Oh, I think I see the bottom. Yes, I’m sure I see the bottom. I shall hit the bottom, hit it very hard, and oh, how it will hurt!
Twilight – Melissa Rosenberg
Bella:I’d never given much thought to how I would die. But dying in the place of someone I love seems like a good way to go. So I can’t bring myself to regret the decision to leave home. I would miss Phoenix. I’d miss the heat. I would miss my loving, erratic, harebrained mother. And her new husband…But they want to go on the road, so I’m gonna spend some time with my dad, and this will be a good thing. I think. In the state of Washington, under a near constant cover of clouds and rain, there’s a small town named Forks. Population, 3,120 people. This is where I’m moving.
The Little Mermaid – Ron Clements
Ariel: If only I could make him understand. I just don’t see things the way he does. I just don’t see how a world that makes such wonderful things could be bad. Look at this stuff, isn’t it neat? Wouldn’t ya think my collection’s complete Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl Girl who has everything Look at this trove, treasures untold How many wonders can one cavern hold? Looking around you’d think. Sure, she’s got everything. I’ve got gadgets and gizmos aplenty. I have whoozits and whatzis galore. You want thingamabobs? I’ve got twenty. But who cares? No big deal. I want more.
Diary of Anne Frank – Francis Goodrich and Albert Hackett
Anne: Look, Peter, the sky. What a lovely, lovely day. Aren’t the clouds beautiful? You know
what I do when it seems as if I couldn’t stand being cooped up for one more minute? I think
myself out. I think myself on a walk in the park where I used to go with Pim. You know the
most wonderful thing about thinking yourself out? You can have it anyway you like.
I wish you had a religion, Peter. Oh, I don’t mean you have to be Orthodox. I just mean some
religion. It doesn’t matter what. When I think if all that’s out there, and the goodness of the
people we know, all risking their lives for us every day, when I think of these good things, I’m
not afraid anymore.
I know it’s terrible, trying to have any faith, when people are doing such horrible things… But
I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are really good at heart.
Listen to us, going at each other like a couple of stupid grown-ups. Look at the sky now, isn’t
Romeo and Juliet
Juliet: Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face;Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheekFor that which thou hast heard me speak to-night.Fain would I dwell on form — fain, fain denyWhat I have spoke; but farewell compliment!Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say ‘Ay’;And I will take thy word. Yet, if thou swear’st,Thou mayst prove false. At lovers’ perjuries,They say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,I’ll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,And therefore thou mayst think my havior light;But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more trueThan those that have more cunning to be strange.I should have been more strange, I must confess,But that thou overheard’st, ere I was ware,My true-love passion. Therefore pardon me,And not impute this yielding to light love,Which the dark night hath so discovered.
Anne of Green Gables
Anne: Mrs. Lynde, I’m extremely sorry I behaved so terribly. I’ve disgraced my good friends who’ve let me stay at Green Gables on trial, even though I’m not a boy. I am wicked and ungrateful, and I deserve to be cast out forever. What you said was true; I am skinny and ugly, and my hair is red. What I said about you was true too, only I shouldn’t have said it. Please, Mrs. Lynde, forgive me. You wouldn’t be so cruel as to inflict a life-long sorrow on a poor orphan. Please. Please, forgive me.
Monologues for boys
The Breakfast Club
Brian: Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole saturday in detention for whatever it is we did wrong, but we think you’re crazy for making us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us, in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out, is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basketcase, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club.
Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain, Huck Finn Monologue for a boy
HUCK: Don’t talk about it, Tom. I’ve tried it, and it don’t work; it don’t work, Tom. It ain’t for me; I ain’t used to it. The widder’s good to me, and friendly; but I can’t stand them ways. She makes me get up just at the same time every morning; she makes me wash, they comb me all to thunder; she won’t let me sleep in the woodshed; I got to wear them blamed clothes that just smothers me, Tom; they don’t seem to any air git through ’em, somehow; and they’re so rotten nice that I can’t set down, nor lay down, nor roll around anywher’s; I hain’t slid on a cellar-door for — well, it ‘pears to be years; I got to go to church and sweat and sweat — I hate them ornery sermons! I can’t ketch a fly in there, I can’t chaw. I got to wear shoes all Sunday. The widder eats by a bell; she goes to bed by a bell; she gits up by a bell — everything’s so awful reg’lar a body can’t stand it. Tom, it don’t make no difference that everybody does it. I ain’t everybody, and I can’t STAND it. It’s awful to be tied up so. And grub comes too easy — I don’t take no interest in vittles, that way. I got to ask to go a-fishing; I got to ask to go in a-swimming — dern’d if I hain’t got to ask to do everything. Well, I’d got to talk so nice it wasn’t no comfort — I’d got to go up in the attic and rip out awhile, every day, to git a taste in my mouth, or I’d a died, Tom. The widder wouldn’t let me smoke; she wouldn’t let me yell, she wouldn’t let me gape, nor stretch, nor scratch, before folks — [Then with a spasm of special irritation and injury] –And dad fetch it, she prayed all the time! I never see such a woman! I HAD to shove, Tom — I just had to. And besides, that school’s going to open, and I’d a had to go to it — well, I wouldn’t stand THAT, Tom. Lookyhere, Tom, being rich ain’t what it’s cracked up to be. It’s just worry and worry, and sweat and sweat, and a-wishing you was dead all the time. Now these clothes suits me, and this bar’l suits me, and I ain’t ever going to shake ’em any more. Tom, I wouldn’t ever got into all this trouble if it hadn’t ‘a’ ben for that money; now you just take my sheer of it along with your’n, and gimme a ten-center sometimes — not many times, becuz I don’t give a dern for a thing ‘thout it’s tollable hard to git. No, Tom, I won’t be rich, and I won’t live in them cussed smothery houses. I like the woods, and the river, and hogsheads, and I’ll stick to ’em, too. Blame it all! just as we’d got guns, and a cave, and all just fixed to rob, here this dern foolishness has got to come up and spile it all!