SHARING

Some people think I don’t like sharing, but that isn’t true at all. I love sharing. I mean,
what’s not to love about being able to go up to someone and say, “Hey, can I have some
of that candy?” And then they give you some! Or, “Can I ride your bike for a while?” And
then you get to ride their bike! Sharing is awesome. Sometimes you have to be careful,
though. Like if someone comes up to me and says, “Can I have one of your cookies?”
Well, if I gave them a cookie, then I might not have any cookies left to share with other
people and that would be, like, the opposite of sharing. So I have to say no. Because
sharing is really important.

Source: Parker, Douglas M. ​

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 SHARING

Some people think I don’t like sharing, but that isn’t true at all. I love sharing. I mean,
what’s not to love about being able to go up to someone and say, “Hey, can I have some
of that candy?” And then they give you some! Or, “Can I ride your bike for a while?” And
then you get to ride their bike! Sharing is awesome. Sometimes you have to be careful,
though. Like if someone comes up to me and says, “Can I have one of your cookies?”
Well, if I gave them a cookie, then I might not have any cookies left to share with other
people and that would be, like, the opposite of sharing. So I have to say no. Because
sharing is really important.

Source: Parker, Douglas M. ​

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 SHARING

Some people think I don’t like sharing, but that isn’t true at all. I love sharing. I mean,
what’s not to love about being able to go up to someone and say, “Hey, can I have some
of that candy?” And then they give you some! Or, “Can I ride your bike for a while?” And
then you get to ride their bike! Sharing is awesome. Sometimes you have to be careful,
though. Like if someone comes up to me and says, “Can I have one of your cookies?”
Well, if I gave them a cookie, then I might not have any cookies left to share with other
people and that would be, like, the opposite of sharing. So I have to say no. Because
sharing is really important.

Source: Parker, Douglas M. ​

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 WAITING

(Your character is staring at the clock, waiting for the end of the school year.)

The last five minutes before the end of the school year has to be the longest five minutes
in the world. Seriously. Entire planets have been formed and exploded in less time. And
it doesn’t help that this clock is definitely broken. Look at how slow the second hand is
moving. Tick . . . . . . .Tock . . . . . . . Tick. Why doesn’t somebody fix that thing? Come
On! It’s not like the janitor has anything better to do. Good grief – I think I just saw the
second hand move backwards. Hold on. Was that . . . ? Yes! The minute hand just moved
up one minute!

(Stare at the clock for an extended moment.)

Sheesh. The last four minutes before the end of the school year has to be the longest four
minutes in the world.

Source: Parker, Douglas M. ​

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 WAITING

(Your character is staring at the clock, waiting for the end of the school year.)

The last five minutes before the end of the school year has to be the longest five minutes
in the world. Seriously. Entire planets have been formed and exploded in less time. And
it doesn’t help that this clock is definitely broken. Look at how slow the second hand is
moving. Tick . . . . . . .Tock . . . . . . . Tick. Why doesn’t somebody fix that thing? Come
On! It’s not like the janitor has anything better to do. Good grief – I think I just saw the
second hand move backwards. Hold on. Was that . . . ? Yes! The minute hand just moved
up one minute!

(Stare at the clock for an extended moment.)

Sheesh. The last four minutes before the end of the school year has to be the longest four
minutes in the world.

Source: Parker, Douglas M. ​

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 WAITING

(Your character is staring at the clock, waiting for the end of the school year.)

The last five minutes before the end of the school year has to be the longest five minutes
in the world. Seriously. Entire planets have been formed and exploded in less time. And
it doesn’t help that this clock is definitely broken. Look at how slow the second hand is
moving. Tick . . . . . . .Tock . . . . . . . Tick. Why doesn’t somebody fix that thing? Come
On! It’s not like the janitor has anything better to do. Good grief – I think I just saw the
second hand move backwards. Hold on. Was that . . . ? Yes! The minute hand just moved
up one minute!

(Stare at the clock for an extended moment.)

Sheesh. The last four minutes before the end of the school year has to be the longest four
minutes in the world.

Source: Parker, Douglas M. ​

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 YES

(Answer cell phone.) ​

Hello . . . What? . . . WHAT!?! . . . No . . . No . . . No! . . . Because I
say so . . . I don’t need a reason, just no, OK? So no . . . No . . . No . . . NO! I’m hanging
up . . . Because I am . . . Because I am . . . Because.

(Hang up. Wait a beat. You hear the phone ring. Look at who’s calling. Answer the
call.)

Hello . . . No . . . No! . . . What did I just say? . . . NO! Stop calling me . . . No.

(Hang up. Wait a beat. You hear the phone ring. Look at who’s calling. Answer the
call.)

Hello . . . No . . . I said no . . . I’m still saying no . . . NO! . . . Wait – what? . . . What?!? . . .

WHAT!?! . . . Why didn’t you say so? Of course! I’ll see you in ten minutes . . . What? . . .
No, ten minutes . . . No. See you then.

(Hang up. Excited, to yourself:)

Yes!

Source: Parker, Douglas M. ​

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 YES

(Answer cell phone.) ​

Hello . . . What? . . . WHAT!?! . . . No . . . No . . . No! . . . Because I
say so . . . I don’t need a reason, just no, OK? So no . . . No . . . No . . . NO! I’m hanging
up . . . Because I am . . . Because I am . . . Because.

(Hang up. Wait a beat. You hear the phone ring. Look at who’s calling. Answer the
call.)

Hello . . . No . . . No! . . . What did I just say? . . . NO! Stop calling me . . . No.

(Hang up. Wait a beat. You hear the phone ring. Look at who’s calling. Answer the
call.)

Hello . . . No . . . I said no . . . I’m still saying no . . . NO! . . . Wait – what? . . . What?!? . . .

WHAT!?! . . . Why didn’t you say so? Of course! I’ll see you in ten minutes . . . What? . . .
No, ten minutes . . . No. See you then.

(Hang up. Excited, to yourself:)

Yes!

Source: Parker, Douglas M. ​

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 YES

(Answer cell phone.) ​

Hello . . . What? . . . WHAT!?! . . . No . . . No . . . No! . . . Because I
say so . . . I don’t need a reason, just no, OK? So no . . . No . . . No . . . NO! I’m hanging
up . . . Because I am . . . Because I am . . . Because.

(Hang up. Wait a beat. You hear the phone ring. Look at who’s calling. Answer the
call.)

Hello . . . No . . . No! . . . What did I just say? . . . NO! Stop calling me . . . No.

(Hang up. Wait a beat. You hear the phone ring. Look at who’s calling. Answer the
call.)

Hello . . . No . . . I said no . . . I’m still saying no . . . NO! . . . Wait – what? . . . What?!? . . .

WHAT!?! . . . Why didn’t you say so? Of course! I’ll see you in ten minutes . . . What? . . .
No, ten minutes . . . No. See you then.

(Hang up. Excited, to yourself:)

Yes!

Source: Parker, Douglas M. ​

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 ASSIGNMENT

(Your character is presenting a writing assignment to the class.)

Well, as you all know, Mr. Patterson told us we had to write a hundred­word essay about
something we did this weekend, so here goes.

My Boring Trip to the Thompson Valley Supermarket, by Alex Grundel.

This weekend, I was sitting around the house having a really good time watching TV
when my Mom came in and said I had to go with her to supermarket. So we drove all the
way to Thompson Valley and when we got inside the supermarket, we went right to aisle
seven, which is where they keep all the cereal. And I said, “Can we get Fruit Loops?” But
my Mom said we couldn’t, because they have too much sugar. So I said, “Well, you’re the
one who’s always telling me I need to be sweeter.” But she didn’t think that was funny,
so we got Raisin Bran instead.

Then we got some milk and some chicken and some vegetables and some Hot Pockets.
And then she asked me if I wanted anything special and I said, “Yeah, the last twenty
minutes of my life back,” and so we just paid and went home. Fortunately, I had
remembered to record the rest of my TV show before we left, so I got to see the end of it
anyway.

Source: Parker, Douglas M. ​

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 ASSIGNMENT

(Your character is presenting a writing assignment to the class.)

Well, as you all know, Mr. Patterson told us we had to write a hundred­word essay about
something we did this weekend, so here goes.

My Boring Trip to the Thompson Valley Supermarket, by Alex Grundel.

This weekend, I was sitting around the house having a really good time watching TV
when my Mom came in and said I had to go with her to supermarket. So we drove all the
way to Thompson Valley and when we got inside the supermarket, we went right to aisle
seven, which is where they keep all the cereal. And I said, “Can we get Fruit Loops?” But
my Mom said we couldn’t, because they have too much sugar. So I said, “Well, you’re the
one who’s always telling me I need to be sweeter.” But she didn’t think that was funny,
so we got Raisin Bran instead.

Then we got some milk and some chicken and some vegetables and some Hot Pockets.
And then she asked me if I wanted anything special and I said, “Yeah, the last twenty
minutes of my life back,” and so we just paid and went home. Fortunately, I had
remembered to record the rest of my TV show before we left, so I got to see the end of it
anyway.

Source: Parker, Douglas M. ​

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 ASSIGNMENT

(Your character is presenting a writing assignment to the class.)

Well, as you all know, Mr. Patterson told us we had to write a hundred­word essay about
something we did this weekend, so here goes.

My Boring Trip to the Thompson Valley Supermarket, by Alex Grundel.

This weekend, I was sitting around the house having a really good time watching TV
when my Mom came in and said I had to go with her to supermarket. So we drove all the
way to Thompson Valley and when we got inside the supermarket, we went right to aisle
seven, which is where they keep all the cereal. And I said, “Can we get Fruit Loops?” But
my Mom said we couldn’t, because they have too much sugar. So I said, “Well, you’re the
one who’s always telling me I need to be sweeter.” But she didn’t think that was funny,
so we got Raisin Bran instead.

Then we got some milk and some chicken and some vegetables and some Hot Pockets.
And then she asked me if I wanted anything special and I said, “Yeah, the last twenty
minutes of my life back,” and so we just paid and went home. Fortunately, I had
remembered to record the rest of my TV show before we left, so I got to see the end of it
anyway.

Source: Parker, Douglas M. ​

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 SECRET

(Enter. You see a friend and call out.)

Chris! Chris!
(Going over to the friend.)
You would not believe what Jacob just told me. I mean, it’s a total secret and he made
me swear I would not tell even one person, no matter what, so I definitely can’t tell you.
Buuuut, I guess if you guessed it, that would definitely not be me telling. So, OK, so this
secret – it’s not about him not liking some girl . . . No . . . No . . . Dude, it’s NOT about
Jacob not liking some girl . . . No . . . No . . . Dude, listen to what I’m saying.
It­is­NOTabout­Jacob­NOT­liking­some­girl . . . Yes . . . Exactly – it is about Jacob
liking some girl. OK, but I can’t tell you her name . . . What? . . . Because it’s a secret! I
told you that. OK, so I can’t tell you her name, but . . .
(Stare very obviously at the girl you’re talking about.) What? (Turn back to the person
you’re talking to.)
No, not Olivia . . . No, not Jasmine. Look, I am not going to tell you who Jacob said he
likes, but . . .
(Stare again very obviously at the girl you’re talking about.)​
What?
(Turn back to the person you’re talking to.) ​
No! Dude, look where I’m looking.​
(Stare
again very obviously at the girl you’re talking about.)​
Look at who I’m looking at . . .
What?
(Turn back to the person you’re talking to.) ​
How could I possibly be looking at Julia?
She isn’t even here! You know what? Forget it. Jacob told me not to tell anyway.
(Start to walk away from the person you’re talking to. You see another friend.) ​
Jamie!
Jamie! You would not believe what Jacob just told me. Wait up!
(Exit the stage, running.)

Source: Parker, Douglas M. ​

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 SECRET

(Enter. You see a friend and call out.)

Chris! Chris!
(Going over to the friend.)
You would not believe what Jacob just told me. I mean, it’s a total secret and he made
me swear I would not tell even one person, no matter what, so I definitely can’t tell you.
Buuuut, I guess if you guessed it, that would definitely not be me telling. So, OK, so this
secret – it’s not about him not liking some girl . . . No . . . No . . . Dude, it’s NOT about
Jacob not liking some girl . . . No . . . No . . . Dude, listen to what I’m saying.
It­is­NOTabout­Jacob­NOT­liking­some­girl . . . Yes . . . Exactly – it is about Jacob
liking some girl. OK, but I can’t tell you her name . . . What? . . . Because it’s a secret! I
told you that. OK, so I can’t tell you her name, but . . .
(Stare very obviously at the girl you’re talking about.) What? (Turn back to the person
you’re talking to.)
No, not Olivia . . . No, not Jasmine. Look, I am not going to tell you who Jacob said he
likes, but . . .
(Stare again very obviously at the girl you’re talking about.)​
What?
(Turn back to the person you’re talking to.) ​
No! Dude, look where I’m looking.​
(Stare
again very obviously at the girl you’re talking about.)​
Look at who I’m looking at . . .
What?
(Turn back to the person you’re talking to.) ​
How could I possibly be looking at Julia?
She isn’t even here! You know what? Forget it. Jacob told me not to tell anyway.
(Start to walk away from the person you’re talking to. You see another friend.) ​
Jamie!
Jamie! You would not believe what Jacob just told me. Wait up!
(Exit the stage, running.)

Source: Parker, Douglas M. ​

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 SECRET

(Enter. You see a friend and call out.)

Chris! Chris!
(Going over to the friend.)
You would not believe what Jacob just told me. I mean, it’s a total secret and he made
me swear I would not tell even one person, no matter what, so I definitely can’t tell you.
Buuuut, I guess if you guessed it, that would definitely not be me telling. So, OK, so this
secret – it’s not about him not liking some girl . . . No . . . No . . . Dude, it’s NOT about
Jacob not liking some girl . . . No . . . No . . . Dude, listen to what I’m saying.
It­is­NOTabout­Jacob­NOT­liking­some­girl . . . Yes . . . Exactly – it is about Jacob
liking some girl. OK, but I can’t tell you her name . . . What? . . . Because it’s a secret! I
told you that. OK, so I can’t tell you her name, but . . .
(Stare very obviously at the girl you’re talking about.) What? (Turn back to the person
you’re talking to.)
No, not Olivia . . . No, not Jasmine. Look, I am not going to tell you who Jacob said he
likes, but . . .
(Stare again very obviously at the girl you’re talking about.)​
What?
(Turn back to the person you’re talking to.) ​
No! Dude, look where I’m looking.​
(Stare
again very obviously at the girl you’re talking about.)​
Look at who I’m looking at . . .
What?
(Turn back to the person you’re talking to.) ​
How could I possibly be looking at Julia?
She isn’t even here! You know what? Forget it. Jacob told me not to tell anyway.
(Start to walk away from the person you’re talking to. You see another friend.) ​
Jamie!
Jamie! You would not believe what Jacob just told me. Wait up!
(Exit the stage, running.)

Source: Parker, Douglas M. ​

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 THE STAR CHART

(Jenna really doesn’t feel like doing her chores tonight, so she decides to trick her little
sister into doing them for her.)

Julie, see this chart? It’s a list of chores that Mom made. It says “make bed, set the table,
clean room.” Each time I do one of these things, Mom gives me a star. A shiny star! A
beautiful star! Sometimes even gold! Look over here. There’s my name, and — hey! Your
name isn’t on here at all! Oh, no! That means you can never, ever, ​
ever get any stars!
That’s not fair. I bet you’d love lots of pretty stars, wouldn’t you? Mom must think you’re
too young to earn stars. Hey! I have an idea to help you out, Julie. I’ll make a chart like
this with ​
your name on it and keep it under your pillow. Then every time you clean up
my room or make my bed, I’ll give you ​
three stars! I feel kinda sad to only get ​
one
measly star from Mom, but I’ll do it because I know it will make you happy. Want some
cool silver stars right now? Okay — go set the table.

Source: Milstein, Janet B. ​

Cool Characters for Kids: 71 One­Minute Monologues (Ages 4­12).
 THE STAR CHART

(Jenna really doesn’t feel like doing her chores tonight, so she decides to trick her little
sister into doing them for her.)

Julie, see this chart? It’s a list of chores that Mom made. It says “make bed, set the table,
clean room.” Each time I do one of these things, Mom gives me a star. A shiny star! A
beautiful star! Sometimes even gold! Look over here. There’s my name, and — hey! Your
name isn’t on here at all! Oh, no! That means you can never, ever, ​
ever get any stars!
That’s not fair. I bet you’d love lots of pretty stars, wouldn’t you? Mom must think you’re
too young to earn stars. Hey! I have an idea to help you out, Julie. I’ll make a chart like
this with ​
your name on it and keep it under your pillow. Then every time you clean up
my room or make my bed, I’ll give you ​
three stars! I feel kinda sad to only get ​
one
measly star from Mom, but I’ll do it because I know it will make you happy. Want some
cool silver stars right now? Okay — go set the table.

Source: Milstein, Janet B. ​

Cool Characters for Kids: 71 One­Minute Monologues (Ages 4­12).
 THE STAR CHART

(Jenna really doesn’t feel like doing her chores tonight, so she decides to trick her little
sister into doing them for her.)

Julie, see this chart? It’s a list of chores that Mom made. It says “make bed, set the table,
clean room.” Each time I do one of these things, Mom gives me a star. A shiny star! A
beautiful star! Sometimes even gold! Look over here. There’s my name, and — hey! Your
name isn’t on here at all! Oh, no! That means you can never, ever, ​
ever get any stars!
That’s not fair. I bet you’d love lots of pretty stars, wouldn’t you? Mom must think you’re
too young to earn stars. Hey! I have an idea to help you out, Julie. I’ll make a chart like
this with ​
your name on it and keep it under your pillow. Then every time you clean up
my room or make my bed, I’ll give you ​
three stars! I feel kinda sad to only get ​
one
measly star from Mom, but I’ll do it because I know it will make you happy. Want some
cool silver stars right now? Okay — go set the table.

Source: Milstein, Janet B. ​

Cool Characters for Kids: 71 One­Minute Monologues (Ages 4­12).
 THE ALIEN

(Timmy tries to convince his mom that his messy room is not his fault.)

Mom, it’s not my fault my room’s a mess! Me and Anthony were playing with his new
race cars. Only four of them. And we heard a weird noise outside, so we opened the
window. This huge spaceship landed and a slimy, green alien with three heads came out
and jumped in the window. Anthony tried to shoot him with my zapper gun, but it didn’t
even hurt him — he just got real mad. So he knocked all the books off my shelf and
picked up my toy box with his long, purple antennas and dumped it all over my room. So
I threw a Frisbee at him and it bonked him on his third head and he slimed out the
window and the spaceship disappeared into the sky. Geez, Mom, you should be happy
I’m still alive!

Source: Milstein, Janet B. ​

Cool Characters for Kids: 71 One­Minute Monologues (Ages 4­12).
 THE ALIEN

(Timmy tries to convince his mom that his messy room is not his fault.)

Mom, it’s not my fault my room’s a mess! Me and Anthony were playing with his new
race cars. Only four of them. And we heard a weird noise outside, so we opened the
window. This huge spaceship landed and a slimy, green alien with three heads came out
and jumped in the window. Anthony tried to shoot him with my zapper gun, but it didn’t
even hurt him — he just got real mad. So he knocked all the books off my shelf and
picked up my toy box with his long, purple antennas and dumped it all over my room. So
I threw a Frisbee at him and it bonked him on his third head and he slimed out the
window and the spaceship disappeared into the sky. Geez, Mom, you should be happy
I’m still alive!

Source: Milstein, Janet B. ​

Cool Characters for Kids: 71 One­Minute Monologues (Ages 4­12).
 THE ALIEN

(Timmy tries to convince his mom that his messy room is not his fault.)

Mom, it’s not my fault my room’s a mess! Me and Anthony were playing with his new
race cars. Only four of them. And we heard a weird noise outside, so we opened the
window. This huge spaceship landed and a slimy, green alien with three heads came out
and jumped in the window. Anthony tried to shoot him with my zapper gun, but it didn’t
even hurt him — he just got real mad. So he knocked all the books off my shelf and
picked up my toy box with his long, purple antennas and dumped it all over my room. So
I threw a Frisbee at him and it bonked him on his third head and he slimed out the
window and the spaceship disappeared into the sky. Geez, Mom, you should be happy
I’m still alive!

Source: Milstein, Janet B. ​

Cool Characters for Kids: 71 One­Minute Monologues (Ages 4­12).
 SNACK ATTACK

(Joey’s aunt is baby­sitting and he tries to trick her into giving him a snack.)

Aunt Dora, I’m starving! Can I have some food, please? ​

(Beat.)

No, I didn’t have any dinner! Nothing at all! ​

(Beat.)

Because my mom was … was … she burned dinner … so … we threw it out … ‘cause it
smelled … like fire. My mom and dad left so fast they forgot to tell you you’re supposed
to give me a snack! So can I please have a snack? We have Pop­Tarts and cookies on the
top shelf. Oh, and there’s ice cream, too! Pretty please? I’m starving! I feel weak! I might
faint! I could die! Hurry!

(Beat.) ​
Thank you, Aunt Dora! You’re so pretty!

(Beat. Grossed out.)​

What’s that?!

(Beat. Disgusted.) ​
Brussels sprouts?! You know what? I’m not hungry anymore!

Source: Milstein, Janet B. ​

Winners Competition Series V. 1: Award­Winning 60­Second Comic Monologues (Ages
4­12).
 SNACK ATTACK

(Joey’s aunt is baby­sitting and he tries to trick her into giving him a snack.)

Aunt Dora, I’m starving! Can I have some food, please? ​

(Beat.)

No, I didn’t have any dinner! Nothing at all! ​

(Beat.)

Because my mom was … was … she burned dinner … so … we threw it out … ‘cause it
smelled … like fire. My mom and dad left so fast they forgot to tell you you’re supposed
to give me a snack! So can I please have a snack? We have Pop­Tarts and cookies on the
top shelf. Oh, and there’s ice cream, too! Pretty please? I’m starving! I feel weak! I might
faint! I could die! Hurry!

(Beat.) ​
Thank you, Aunt Dora! You’re so pretty!

(Beat. Grossed out.)​

What’s that?!

(Beat. Disgusted.) ​
Brussels sprouts?! You know what? I’m not hungry anymore!

Source: Milstein, Janet B. ​

Winners Competition Series V. 1: Award­Winning 60­Second Comic Monologues (Ages
4­12).
 SNACK ATTACK

(Joey’s aunt is baby­sitting and he tries to trick her into giving him a snack.)

Aunt Dora, I’m starving! Can I have some food, please? ​

(Beat.)

No, I didn’t have any dinner! Nothing at all! ​

(Beat.)

Because my mom was … was … she burned dinner … so … we threw it out … ‘cause it
smelled … like fire. My mom and dad left so fast they forgot to tell you you’re supposed
to give me a snack! So can I please have a snack? We have Pop­Tarts and cookies on the
top shelf. Oh, and there’s ice cream, too! Pretty please? I’m starving! I feel weak! I might
faint! I could die! Hurry!

(Beat.) ​
Thank you, Aunt Dora! You’re so pretty!

(Beat. Grossed out.)​

What’s that?!

(Beat. Disgusted.) ​
Brussels sprouts?! You know what? I’m not hungry anymore!

Source: Milstein, Janet B. ​

Winners Competition Series V. 1: Award­Winning 60­Second Comic Monologues (Ages
4­12).
 PUPPY LOVE

(Rose tries to convince her dad to buy her a puppy.)

Daddy, can I have a pony?

(Beat.)

How about one thousand bucks?

(Beat.)

Well, can I just have a Yorkshire terrier?

(Beat.)

Pleeeeeeeeease?! Daddy, if you get me one, I’ll clean my room. I know I haven’t cleaned
it for over a year, but I’ll clean it so good you can even see the floor!

(Beat.)

Daddy, the reason I want you to get me a doggy is so I can put cute clothes on it. It’s not
my fault I don’t have a younger sister to dress up. It’s yours! When I go next door to
play, Twinkle always barks and chases me around the whole yard until he knocks me
down. He loves me that much! See, Daddy — I’m a natural! I was born to own a dog.
(She speaks with a sad, pitiful voice.) ​
A cute, little doggy that loves me because no one
else loves me and I’m aaaaall alone — what?! You will?! Oh, Daddy, I love you so much!
(Sing­songy as she dances around happily.)​ I’m gonna have a puppy!

(Beat.)

Daddy, did I ever tell you how good I am with ponies?

Source: Milstein, Janet B. ​

Winners Competition Series V. 1: Award­Winning 60­Second Comic Monologues (Ages
4­12).
 PUPPY LOVE

(Rose tries to convince her dad to buy her a puppy.)

Daddy, can I have a pony?

(Beat.)

How about one thousand bucks?

(Beat.)

Well, can I just have a Yorkshire terrier?

(Beat.)

Pleeeeeeeeease?! Daddy, if you get me one, I’ll clean my room. I know I haven’t cleaned
it for over a year, but I’ll clean it so good you can even see the floor!

(Beat.)

Daddy, the reason I want you to get me a doggy is so I can put cute clothes on it. It’s not
my fault I don’t have a younger sister to dress up. It’s yours! When I go next door to
play, Twinkle always barks and chases me around the whole yard until he knocks me
down. He loves me that much! See, Daddy — I’m a natural! I was born to own a dog.
(She speaks with a sad, pitiful voice.) ​
A cute, little doggy that loves me because no one
else loves me and I’m aaaaall alone — what?! You will?! Oh, Daddy, I love you so much!
(Sing­songy as she dances around happily.)​ I’m gonna have a puppy!

(Beat.)

Daddy, did I ever tell you how good I am with ponies?

Source: Milstein, Janet B. ​

Winners Competition Series V. 1: Award­Winning 60­Second Comic Monologues (Ages
4­12).
 PUPPY LOVE

(Rose tries to convince her dad to buy her a puppy.)

Daddy, can I have a pony?

(Beat.)

How about one thousand bucks?

(Beat.)

Well, can I just have a Yorkshire terrier?

(Beat.)

Pleeeeeeeeease?! Daddy, if you get me one, I’ll clean my room. I know I haven’t cleaned
it for over a year, but I’ll clean it so good you can even see the floor!

(Beat.)

Daddy, the reason I want you to get me a doggy is so I can put cute clothes on it. It’s not
my fault I don’t have a younger sister to dress up. It’s yours! When I go next door to
play, Twinkle always barks and chases me around the whole yard until he knocks me
down. He loves me that much! See, Daddy — I’m a natural! I was born to own a dog.
(She speaks with a sad, pitiful voice.) ​
A cute, little doggy that loves me because no one
else loves me and I’m aaaaall alone — what?! You will?! Oh, Daddy, I love you so much!
(Sing­songy as she dances around happily.)​ I’m gonna have a puppy!

(Beat.)

Daddy, did I ever tell you how good I am with ponies?

Source: Milstein, Janet B. ​

Winners Competition Series V. 1: Award­Winning 60­Second Comic Monologues (Ages
4­12).
 SPELL

(NOTE: Although the monologue calls for a ruler, if you don’t have a ruler handy, a
pen or pencil will do. Just be sure to change the words in the monologue accordingly.)

If you believe in something enough, that makes it real. I know that for a fact, because I
believe it a lot. Palm reading is real. ESP is real. Magic for sure is real.

(Hold up book.)

See this? It’s a book of magic spells from forever ago. Like 1990. Maybe even 1980. It
says you need a magic wand to make the spells work, but I’m pretty sure that any kind of
stick will do it. Because I believe that a lot.

(Hold up ruler.)

See this? I stole this ruler from my brother. It’s like fifteen years old and has a lot of
power. I think. Probably. OK, now watch. This is a spell for weather.

(Clear your throat. Be sure to use big, “magical” gestures when casting the spell.)

Clouds — gather overhead.

Skies darken, sun go dead.
Air, thicken — turn to black.
Winds roar, clouds crack.
Foul breezes howl and blow.
Thunder growl, tempest grow.
Earth shake and lightning flash.
Trees break and mountains crash.
Whirlwind shatter, scream, and spin.
Lightning, thunder, rain — BEGIN!

(Look around and listen for several moments for any sign of a storm.)

Darn it! Darn it! That always happens.

(Look at your "wand", then throw it on the ground.)

I need to get a better ruler.

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 SPELL

(NOTE: Although the monologue calls for a ruler, if you don’t have a ruler handy, a
pen or pencil will do. Just be sure to change the words in the monologue accordingly.)

If you believe in something enough, that makes it real. I know that for a fact, because I
believe it a lot. Palm reading is real. ESP is real. Magic for sure is real.

(Hold up book.)

See this? It’s a book of magic spells from forever ago. Like 1990. Maybe even 1980. It
says you need a magic wand to make the spells work, but I’m pretty sure that any kind of
stick will do it. Because I believe that a lot.

(Hold up ruler.)

See this? I stole this ruler from my brother. It’s like fifteen years old and has a lot of
power. I think. Probably. OK, now watch. This is a spell for weather.

(Clear your throat. Be sure to use big, “magical” gestures when casting the spell.)

Clouds — gather overhead.

Skies darken, sun go dead.
Air, thicken — turn to black.
Winds roar, clouds crack.
Foul breezes howl and blow.
Thunder growl, tempest grow.
Earth shake and lightning flash.
Trees break and mountains crash.
Whirlwind shatter, scream, and spin.
Lightning, thunder, rain — BEGIN!

(Look around and listen for several moments for any sign of a storm.)

Darn it! Darn it! That always happens.

(Look at your "wand", then throw it on the ground.)

I need to get a better ruler.

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 SPELL

(NOTE: Although the monologue calls for a ruler, if you don’t have a ruler handy, a
pen or pencil will do. Just be sure to change the words in the monologue accordingly.)

If you believe in something enough, that makes it real. I know that for a fact, because I
believe it a lot. Palm reading is real. ESP is real. Magic for sure is real.

(Hold up book.)

See this? It’s a book of magic spells from forever ago. Like 1990. Maybe even 1980. It
says you need a magic wand to make the spells work, but I’m pretty sure that any kind of
stick will do it. Because I believe that a lot.

(Hold up ruler.)

See this? I stole this ruler from my brother. It’s like fifteen years old and has a lot of
power. I think. Probably. OK, now watch. This is a spell for weather.

(Clear your throat. Be sure to use big, “magical” gestures when casting the spell.)

Clouds — gather overhead.

Skies darken, sun go dead.
Air, thicken — turn to black.
Winds roar, clouds crack.
Foul breezes howl and blow.
Thunder growl, tempest grow.
Earth shake and lightning flash.
Trees break and mountains crash.
Whirlwind shatter, scream, and spin.
Lightning, thunder, rain — BEGIN!

(Look around and listen for several moments for any sign of a storm.)

Darn it! Darn it! That always happens.

(Look at your "wand", then throw it on the ground.)

I need to get a better ruler.

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 LOYALTY

You know, people always say, “loyal as a dog,” “he’s as loyal as a dog,” “just as loyal as a
dog” – and I’m sick of it. I mean, it’s hard enough just being a dog without having this . .
. this expectation placed on you on top of that. It’s a little unfair. And it’s not like every
person out there actually deserves loyalty. Not even close. But you don’t want to be the
one dog that ruins it for everyone else. Then it’s all “bad dog” and “my dog doesn’t love
me” and “how many times do I have to tell you not to chew up my socks.” Like you don’t
have a whole drawer full of them, Todd. And then you’d be surprised how many people
just take the whole loyalty thing for granted. Like my owner, Todd. You won’t believe
this. The other day, he just took this tennis ball and threw it into the farthest corner of
the yard. I was watching him do it and I thought to myself, “I better get that. Later on,
he might want that tennis ball and he won’t remember where he put it.” So I ran all the
way across the yard and brought it back. But was Todd grateful? Not even close. He just
took the ball and threw it into another corner of the yard. So I went and got it again.
Ridiculous. This went on I don’t know how many times and then he didn’t even say
thank you or let me lick out an ice cream bowl or anything. Hey buddy, ever think that
loyalty might be a two­way street? But anyway I got him back later.

(To the unseen Todd.)

Hey Todd! Go find the sock, boy! Go find the sock!

(To audience.)

He loves that game.

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 LOYALTY

You know, people always say, “loyal as a dog,” “he’s as loyal as a dog,” “just as loyal as a
dog” – and I’m sick of it. I mean, it’s hard enough just being a dog without having this . .
. this expectation placed on you on top of that. It’s a little unfair. And it’s not like every
person out there actually deserves loyalty. Not even close. But you don’t want to be the
one dog that ruins it for everyone else. Then it’s all “bad dog” and “my dog doesn’t love
me” and “how many times do I have to tell you not to chew up my socks.” Like you don’t
have a whole drawer full of them, Todd. And then you’d be surprised how many people
just take the whole loyalty thing for granted. Like my owner, Todd. You won’t believe
this. The other day, he just took this tennis ball and threw it into the farthest corner of
the yard. I was watching him do it and I thought to myself, “I better get that. Later on,
he might want that tennis ball and he won’t remember where he put it.” So I ran all the
way across the yard and brought it back. But was Todd grateful? Not even close. He just
took the ball and threw it into another corner of the yard. So I went and got it again.
Ridiculous. This went on I don’t know how many times and then he didn’t even say
thank you or let me lick out an ice cream bowl or anything. Hey buddy, ever think that
loyalty might be a two­way street? But anyway I got him back later.

(To the unseen Todd.)

Hey Todd! Go find the sock, boy! Go find the sock!

(To audience.)

He loves that game.

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 LOYALTY

You know, people always say, “loyal as a dog,” “he’s as loyal as a dog,” “just as loyal as a
dog” – and I’m sick of it. I mean, it’s hard enough just being a dog without having this . .
. this expectation placed on you on top of that. It’s a little unfair. And it’s not like every
person out there actually deserves loyalty. Not even close. But you don’t want to be the
one dog that ruins it for everyone else. Then it’s all “bad dog” and “my dog doesn’t love
me” and “how many times do I have to tell you not to chew up my socks.” Like you don’t
have a whole drawer full of them, Todd. And then you’d be surprised how many people
just take the whole loyalty thing for granted. Like my owner, Todd. You won’t believe
this. The other day, he just took this tennis ball and threw it into the farthest corner of
the yard. I was watching him do it and I thought to myself, “I better get that. Later on,
he might want that tennis ball and he won’t remember where he put it.” So I ran all the
way across the yard and brought it back. But was Todd grateful? Not even close. He just
took the ball and threw it into another corner of the yard. So I went and got it again.
Ridiculous. This went on I don’t know how many times and then he didn’t even say
thank you or let me lick out an ice cream bowl or anything. Hey buddy, ever think that
loyalty might be a two­way street? But anyway I got him back later.

(To the unseen Todd.)

Hey Todd! Go find the sock, boy! Go find the sock!

(To audience.)

He loves that game.

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Source: Parker, Douglas M. ​ .
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 UNICORN

What is it about people and unicorns? I mean, I can’t go anywhere without someone
yelling “Look! There goes a unicorn!” Or, “Oh my gosh – there really are unicorns!” Or,
“Catch it! I think they have magic powers!” To begin with – no, I don’t have magic
powers. I don’t even have fingers. If I even wanted to put on a hoodie or pick up a dime,
I’d have to ask someone for help. There’s nothing very magical about that. And no, if you
grab my horn, it does not mean you’ve captured me. It means you’ve annoyed me. I ​
hate
that. And if you think the horn’s not sharp, think again. Don’t make me prove it. So if
you see me walking down the street or in a diner or at the local car dealership, please,
just smile, say hello, and maybe ask how my mother’s arthritis is doing. Then go away.
Because I sure as heck did not move to [NAME OF YOUR TOWN] to make ​
your
fantasies come true.

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 UNICORN

What is it about people and unicorns? I mean, I can’t go anywhere without someone
yelling “Look! There goes a unicorn!” Or, “Oh my gosh – there really are unicorns!” Or,
“Catch it! I think they have magic powers!” To begin with – no, I don’t have magic
powers. I don’t even have fingers. If I even wanted to put on a hoodie or pick up a dime,
I’d have to ask someone for help. There’s nothing very magical about that. And no, if you
grab my horn, it does not mean you’ve captured me. It means you’ve annoyed me. I ​
hate
that. And if you think the horn’s not sharp, think again. Don’t make me prove it. So if
you see me walking down the street or in a diner or at the local car dealership, please,
just smile, say hello, and maybe ask how my mother’s arthritis is doing. Then go away.
Because I sure as heck did not move to [NAME OF YOUR TOWN] to make ​
your
fantasies come true.

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Source: Parker, Douglas M. ​ .
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 UNICORN

What is it about people and unicorns? I mean, I can’t go anywhere without someone
yelling “Look! There goes a unicorn!” Or, “Oh my gosh – there really are unicorns!” Or,
“Catch it! I think they have magic powers!” To begin with – no, I don’t have magic
powers. I don’t even have fingers. If I even wanted to put on a hoodie or pick up a dime,
I’d have to ask someone for help. There’s nothing very magical about that. And no, if you
grab my horn, it does not mean you’ve captured me. It means you’ve annoyed me. I ​
hate
that. And if you think the horn’s not sharp, think again. Don’t make me prove it. So if
you see me walking down the street or in a diner or at the local car dealership, please,
just smile, say hello, and maybe ask how my mother’s arthritis is doing. Then go away.
Because I sure as heck did not move to [NAME OF YOUR TOWN] to make ​
your
fantasies come true.

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Source: Parker, Douglas M. ​ .
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 FORGET IT

I have a very cool superpower. I mean, I can't pick up buildings or see through clothes or
fly through outer space or anything. But it's still pretty amazing. Basically, I can do or
say anything I want, and then, if I do this …

(Do some funny, elaborate gesture — like a funny dance move, or three fast, funny
faces in a row, or a loud, funny noise.)

… it completely wipes it from everyone's memory. So I can actually tell the science
teacher what I think of him, and then … ​
(Make the gesture.)

Poof! It never happened. Or I can get caught cheating at Monopoly and … ​

(Make the
gesture.)

Zap! What missing money? Or I can ask someone out and if they say no … ​
(Make the
gesture.)

Zonk! Never happened. And it can be anything I want. Like, watch. ​ (Lick your
forefinger and get it nice and wet.)​
I'm going to go around the room and give everyone
(Make the gesture.)​
here a Wet Willie in the ear and then make you all forget it. ​ Want to
see it again?

Of course, sometimes I wish my secret power also worked the other way. That I could
make people remember stuff I ​ didn't​do. Like make my mom remember I cleaned my
room when I didn't clean my room. Or make my English teacher remember I turned in
that book report I never wrote. But even so, making people forget stuff is awesome. I
probably shouldn't say anything, but the other day I did the most outrageous,
unbelievable, and disgusting thing imaginable. You want to hear about it?

(Pause as though you're about to tell a big story, then make the gesture.)

You want to hear it again? … Ahh — forget it.

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 FORGET IT

I have a very cool superpower. I mean, I can't pick up buildings or see through clothes or
fly through outer space or anything. But it's still pretty amazing. Basically, I can do or
say anything I want, and then, if I do this …

(Do some funny, elaborate gesture — like a funny dance move, or three fast, funny
faces in a row, or a loud, funny noise.)

… it completely wipes it from everyone's memory. So I can actually tell the science
teacher what I think of him, and then … ​
(Make the gesture.)

Poof! It never happened. Or I can get caught cheating at Monopoly and … ​

(Make the
gesture.)

Zap! What missing money? Or I can ask someone out and if they say no … ​
(Make the
gesture.)

Zonk! Never happened. And it can be anything I want. Like, watch. ​ (Lick your
forefinger and get it nice and wet.)​
I'm going to go around the room and give everyone
(Make the gesture.)​
here a Wet Willie in the ear and then make you all forget it. ​ Want to
see it again?

Of course, sometimes I wish my secret power also worked the other way. That I could
make people remember stuff I ​ didn't​do. Like make my mom remember I cleaned my
room when I didn't clean my room. Or make my English teacher remember I turned in
that book report I never wrote. But even so, making people forget stuff is awesome. I
probably shouldn't say anything, but the other day I did the most outrageous,
unbelievable, and disgusting thing imaginable. You want to hear about it?

(Pause as though you're about to tell a big story, then make the gesture.)

You want to hear it again? … Ahh — forget it.

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 FORGET IT

I have a very cool superpower. I mean, I can't pick up buildings or see through clothes or
fly through outer space or anything. But it's still pretty amazing. Basically, I can do or
say anything I want, and then, if I do this …

(Do some funny, elaborate gesture — like a funny dance move, or three fast, funny
faces in a row, or a loud, funny noise.)

… it completely wipes it from everyone's memory. So I can actually tell the science
teacher what I think of him, and then … ​
(Make the gesture.)

Poof! It never happened. Or I can get caught cheating at Monopoly and … ​

(Make the
gesture.)

Zap! What missing money? Or I can ask someone out and if they say no … ​
(Make the
gesture.)

Zonk! Never happened. And it can be anything I want. Like, watch. ​ (Lick your
forefinger and get it nice and wet.)​
I'm going to go around the room and give everyone
(Make the gesture.)​
here a Wet Willie in the ear and then make you all forget it. ​ Want to
see it again?

Of course, sometimes I wish my secret power also worked the other way. That I could
make people remember stuff I ​ didn't​do. Like make my mom remember I cleaned my
room when I didn't clean my room. Or make my English teacher remember I turned in
that book report I never wrote. But even so, making people forget stuff is awesome. I
probably shouldn't say anything, but the other day I did the most outrageous,
unbelievable, and disgusting thing imaginable. You want to hear about it?

(Pause as though you're about to tell a big story, then make the gesture.)

You want to hear it again? … Ahh — forget it.

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 ELECTION

Hello! My name is Dale Snarly and I'm running for mayor here in [NAME OF YOUR
TOWN]. Now, my opponent says that no one here should vote for me, just because I'm a
werewolf. He says that no werewolf could possibly represent your interests, and also
that I might eat your children.

Well, if elected, I promise to work for your interests day and night — except of course
during full moons. I will work to clean up the streets, lower taxes, and reduce
overcrowding in our schools — only occasionally by eating the children. In the second
phase, I will build new parks and new playgrounds for whatever children remain. And
always I will be a friend to every citizen, rich or poor, werewolf or human, young or old,
tough or tender. So please, if you too believe in a better, less­crowded future for our
town, vote for Dale Snarly — and together we'll make this town a howling success!

(Howl like a werewolf.)

Now, if anyone would like to have a picture of their baby being kissed by the town's next
mayor, please meet me in the parking lot, just after sunset. Thank you!

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 ELECTION

Hello! My name is Dale Snarly and I'm running for mayor here in [NAME OF YOUR
TOWN]. Now, my opponent says that no one here should vote for me, just because I'm a
werewolf. He says that no werewolf could possibly represent your interests, and also
that I might eat your children.

Well, if elected, I promise to work for your interests day and night — except of course
during full moons. I will work to clean up the streets, lower taxes, and reduce
overcrowding in our schools — only occasionally by eating the children. In the second
phase, I will build new parks and new playgrounds for whatever children remain. And
always I will be a friend to every citizen, rich or poor, werewolf or human, young or old,
tough or tender. So please, if you too believe in a better, less­crowded future for our
town, vote for Dale Snarly — and together we'll make this town a howling success!

(Howl like a werewolf.)

Now, if anyone would like to have a picture of their baby being kissed by the town's next
mayor, please meet me in the parking lot, just after sunset. Thank you!

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 ELECTION

Hello! My name is Dale Snarly and I'm running for mayor here in [NAME OF YOUR
TOWN]. Now, my opponent says that no one here should vote for me, just because I'm a
werewolf. He says that no werewolf could possibly represent your interests, and also
that I might eat your children.

Well, if elected, I promise to work for your interests day and night — except of course
during full moons. I will work to clean up the streets, lower taxes, and reduce
overcrowding in our schools — only occasionally by eating the children. In the second
phase, I will build new parks and new playgrounds for whatever children remain. And
always I will be a friend to every citizen, rich or poor, werewolf or human, young or old,
tough or tender. So please, if you too believe in a better, less­crowded future for our
town, vote for Dale Snarly — and together we'll make this town a howling success!

(Howl like a werewolf.)

Now, if anyone would like to have a picture of their baby being kissed by the town's next
mayor, please meet me in the parking lot, just after sunset. Thank you!

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 THOUGHTS

Now, I know what you're thinking. Seriously, I actually know what you're thinking.

(Directly to audience members:)

No.
Yes.
Same to you.
I'll tell you later.

(To the general audience:)

For as far back as I can remember, I've been able to … not exactly hear people's
know​
thoughts, but ​ what they're thinking. Whenever I'm with people — whether I want
to or not — it's just there. Always. It's like being in a crowd and everyone's talking at me
at once — even if no one's talking. Even when I'm alone with someone, there's always so
much coming at me. What they're saying and what they're thinking. The lie at the same
I​
moment as the truth. People asking what ​want to do when I already know the only
they​
thing ​ want to do. Always there — unless I'm alone. Always two voices, or ten, or a
(Gradually getting louder.)​
hundred. All coming at me. ​ Fighting with each other and
crowding out everything else. Filling my head until there's no space left for me to think
my own thoughts. And it has to stop. IT HAS TO STOP!

(Quietly.)

start​
All I want is a little quiet. All I want is to be alone. Because I can't ​ thinking … until
stop​
you ​ .

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 THOUGHTS

Now, I know what you're thinking. Seriously, I actually know what you're thinking.

(Directly to audience members:)

No.
Yes.
Same to you.
I'll tell you later.

(To the general audience:)

For as far back as I can remember, I've been able to … not exactly hear people's
know​
thoughts, but ​ what they're thinking. Whenever I'm with people — whether I want
to or not — it's just there. Always. It's like being in a crowd and everyone's talking at me
at once — even if no one's talking. Even when I'm alone with someone, there's always so
much coming at me. What they're saying and what they're thinking. The lie at the same
I​
moment as the truth. People asking what ​want to do when I already know the only
they​
thing ​ want to do. Always there — unless I'm alone. Always two voices, or ten, or a
(Gradually getting louder.)​
hundred. All coming at me. ​ Fighting with each other and
crowding out everything else. Filling my head until there's no space left for me to think
my own thoughts. And it has to stop. IT HAS TO STOP!

(Quietly.)

start​
All I want is a little quiet. All I want is to be alone. Because I can't ​ thinking … until
stop​
you ​ .

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 THOUGHTS

Now, I know what you're thinking. Seriously, I actually know what you're thinking.

(Directly to audience members:)

No.
Yes.
Same to you.
I'll tell you later.

(To the general audience:)

For as far back as I can remember, I've been able to … not exactly hear people's
know​
thoughts, but ​ what they're thinking. Whenever I'm with people — whether I want
to or not — it's just there. Always. It's like being in a crowd and everyone's talking at me
at once — even if no one's talking. Even when I'm alone with someone, there's always so
much coming at me. What they're saying and what they're thinking. The lie at the same
I​
moment as the truth. People asking what ​want to do when I already know the only
they​
thing ​ want to do. Always there — unless I'm alone. Always two voices, or ten, or a
(Gradually getting louder.)​
hundred. All coming at me. ​ Fighting with each other and
crowding out everything else. Filling my head until there's no space left for me to think
my own thoughts. And it has to stop. IT HAS TO STOP!

(Quietly.)

start​
All I want is a little quiet. All I want is to be alone. Because I can't ​ thinking … until
stop​
you ​ .

Fantasy Monologues for Young Actors​

Source: Parker, Douglas M. ​ .
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