What is your favorite monologue?

Question

I need to find a monologue to perform...I'm sick and tired of my old ones, what monologues have you heard that you really like and that were fun to perform? Any length, I don't mind editing it if it's really long.

I am a teenager (girl), so if you remember any monologues or even a line from a monologue you heard and liked from a teen so I can search it, it would be greatly appreciated!!!!!!!

Answer 1

Jelly Sniffer By: Natalie Weiss

Answer 2

Find the New Zealand play 'Lashings of Whipped Cream'. It's a one-woman comedy about a d********x. Really subtle and you do feel for the poor woman

Answer 3

My personal faves?  THere's a couple -

From V for Vendetta:

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villian by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. (he carves a "V" into a sign) The only verdict is vengence; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. (giggles) Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

Also for the prisoner Valerie - (I always tear up at this!)

I know there's no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks, but I don't care. I am me. My name is Valerie. I don't think I'll live much longer and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography I'll ever write, and God, I'm writing it on toilet paper.

I was born in Nottingham in 1985. I don't remember much of those early years, but I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tuttlebrook, and she use to tell me that God was in the rain. I passed my 11th lesson into girl's grammar; it was at school that I met my first girlfriend. Her name was Sara. It was her wrists. They were beautiful. I thought we would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that is was an adolescent phase people outgrew. Sara did. I didn't.

In 2002 I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn't have done it without Chris holding my hand. My father wouldn't look at me, he told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing. But I had only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us, but within that inch, we are free.

I'd always known what I wanted to do with my life, and in 2015 I starred in my first film, "The Salt Flats". It was the most important role of my life, not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again. We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew scarlet carsons for me in our window box, and our place always smelled of roses. Those were the best years of my life. But America's war grew worse and worse and, eventually, came to London. After that there were no roses anymore. Not for anyone.

I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like "collateral" and "rendition" became frightening, while things like "Norsefire" and the "Articles of Allegiance" became powerful. I remember how "different" became dangerous. I still don't understand it, why they hate us so much.

They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I've never cried so hard in my life. It wasn't long till they came for me. It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years, I had roses, and apologized to no one.

I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile, but it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you... I love you. With all my heart, I love you.

Hope that helps!

Answer 4

I had one to do about a teenaged prostitute... dramatic and sad, but it was an easy character for me for some reason.

http://demoening.homestead.com/GirlInThe...

I also had a really fun one to do... pitching tofu to a bunch of zombies.  If you've ever eaten the stuff, you may agree that it has the same texture and taste as brains probably do.

http://members.aol.com/Twistedlyn/8.html