Male Monologue Packet A few ideas... 1. Shorten the monologue if it is too long. 2. Make it one minute in length. 3. Memorize. 4. Create a character. 5. Have fun!An Officer and a Gentleman Paramount/Lorimar (Produced by Martin Eltand), 1982 Screenplay by Douglas Day Stewart Directed by Taylor Hackford Time: 1982 Place: Puget Sound, Washington State Puget Sound is the site of one of the country's pilot training schools where many young men and women start their journey to become naval aviators. Gunnery Sergeant Foley is in charge of the new recruits. In this monologue he addresses his new class of cadets on their Brst day at the Academy. Fouey (screams) Fall in! Form line, you slimy wormsl Toeson that chalk line said toes on the chalk ine farsnbus (still sogeaming) Idon’t believe what I'm see’ .ere've you been all your lives, at an orgy#/ Listening to Mick Jagger and bad mouthing your country, I'l bet. (His voice shifts register, becoming almost human.) (a sudden grin) Iknow why most of you are here. We're not stupid. But before you get to sell what we teach you over at United Airlines, you gotta give the Navy six years of your life, Sweet Pea, Lots of things can happen in six years. Another war could come up in six years. If you're too peaceful a person to dump napalm on an enemy village where there might be women and children, J'm gonna find that out //. understand? — (beat) I expect to lose half of you before I'm finished. 1 will use every means at my disposalffair or unfair, to trip you upf expose your weaknesses . . . a5 a'potential aviator . . . and aS a human be- ing. Understand? The prize at the other end is a flight education worth one million dollars, but first you have to get past me.BRIGHTON BEACH MEMOIRS Neil Simon 1930s, A house in Brighton Beach, Brooklyn, EUGENE (16) is lying on HIS bed, making another entry in HIS "memoirs." This ‘one concerns a conversation between HIS mother, KATE, and his aunt, BLANCHE, about a dreaded disease. All of EUGENE's monologues are directly to the audience. EUGENE: (Writing, says aloud) “That's-what-they-have-gutters- for"... (To audience) If my mother knew I was writing all this down, she would suff me like one of her chickens .. .T'd beer explain what she meant by Aunt Blanche's “situation” ... You see, her husband, Uncle Dave, died six years ago from... (He looks around)... this thing ... They never say the word. ‘They always whisper it. It was—(He whispers})—Cancer! . .. 1 think they’te afraid if they said it out loud, God would say, “I HEARD THAT! YOU SAID THE DREAD DISEASE! (He points finger down) JUST FOR THAT, I SMITE YOU DOWN WITH ITH"... There are some things that grown-ups just won't dis- cuss... For example, my grandfather. He died from—(He whispers)—Diptherial ... Anyway, after Uncle Dave died, he left Aunt Blanche with no money. Not even insurance ... And she couldn't support herself because she has—(He whispers) Asth- ma...So my big-hearted mother insisted we take her and her ids in to live with us. So they broke up our room into two small rooms and me and my brother Stan live on this side, and Laurie and her sister Nora live on the other side. My father thought it would Jjust be temporary but it's been three and a half years so far and I think because of Aunt Blanche's situation, my father is develop- ing—(He whispers)—High blood pressure!THE DARK AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS by Wm. Inge Sammy - 17 Male - serious A young cadet speaks of his lonely existence, | always worry that maybe people aren’t going to like me when! go to a party. Isn't that crazy? Do you ever get kind of a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach when you dread things? Gee, | wouldn't want to miss a party for anything. But every time | go to one, | have to reason with myself to keep from feeling that the whole world’s against me. See, I’ve spent almost my whole life in military academies. My mother doesn’t have a place for me, where she lives. She . . . she just doesn’t know what else to do with me. But you mustn’t misunderstand about my mother. She’s really a very lovely person. | guess every boy thinks his mother is very beautiful, but my mother really is. She tells me in every letter she writes how sorry she is that we can’t be together more, but she has to think of her work. One time we were together, though. She met me in San Francisco once, and we were together for two whole days. Just like we were sweethearts. It was the most wonderful time | ever had. And then | had to go back to the old military academy. Every time | walk into the barracks, | get kind of a depressed feeling. It's got hard stone walls. Pictures of generals hanging all over . . . oh, they’re very fine gentlemen, but they all look so kind of hard-boiled and stern. . . you know what I mean. Well, gee! | guess I’ve bored you enough, telling you about myself.comic YOU'RE A G000 HAN, CHARLIE BROW by Clack Gesner Charlie Brown -- 8 rate -- conte Guarlie prom explains uhy he hates luncheine, T think lunchtime is about the worst tine of the day for me. Always having to sit here slone. Of course, sometines mornings aren't so please fant, efther -~ waking up and wondering if anyone would really miss me if T never got out of bed. Then there's the night, too -- lying there and ‘thinking about all the stupid things I've done during the day. and-all ‘those hours in between -~ when I do all. those stupid things. Well, lunch- ime 14 among the worst tines of the day for me. Well, T guess I'd better see what I've gor. ie opens the bag, unvegps » sandvich, and Looks Mulde.) Peame butter, le bites and cheve.) Sone paychiatriate say ‘that people who eat peanut butter sandviches are lonely. guess they're Hight. And 4f you're really lonely, the peanut butter aticks to the roof oF your mouth, le munches quietly, idly fingering the bench.) Boy, the PIA sure did a good job of painting these benches. Gie Looks off to one side.) There'a that cute Little redheaded girl eating her lunch over there, I wonder what she'd do if T went over and asked her 4£ T could sit and have lunch with her. She'd probably laugh right in gy face. Te's hard oma face when it gete Laughed in. There's an enpty place next to her on the Bench. There's no reason why T couldn't just go over and ait there. © could do. that right now, ALL I have to.do is stand up. (le stands.) I'm standing up. Ge sfts.) I'm sitting dam. i'ma covard, I'm s0 much of 4 covard she wouldn't even think of looking at me. she hardly ever dows look at me. In fact, I can't remember her ever looking at me. Why shouldn't she Look at.me? Ie there any reason ta the world why she shouldn't Look at me? Is she 6o great and am I so small that she couldn't epare one Little moment just to... le freezes.) she's Looking at me, Ga terror he Locks one vay, then another.) She's looking at me. Ca heed looks a11 around, frantically trving to find something else to notice, esd looks a1 around, frantically trving to find something elee to nottce, His teeth clench. Tension butids, Then, with one notton, he pop3 the aeTeach He. Hows ro Cey WICL Nothing is so very tenible. (Cornet begins play. He MTL « SOME People say men don’ ike it when girs ene. but Ge is Kind of people that don’t lke girls to lush Cate ne mybOdy Think if you ean do one. then it's oases ihe jgiher. and both of them make you feel good Wit you ying Jone (2g) Melinda, every day? You don't have sop crying. Just nod.YOU'RE A GOOD HAN, CHARLIE ARON by Clark Geaner Snoopy == an ageless dos. MALE ~~ conte Snoopy makes clear that being a World War One flying ace te not wonderful, More's the World War One flying ace high over France in hie Sopwith Conel, searching for the {nfanous Red Daron, I must being him down. Suddenty antt-atrecatt fire, archie we call it, begins to burst beneath my Plane. The Red Maron has spotted me. Nyahh, nyahh, nyahh! You can't hit me. Gaventhetically.) Aetually, tough flying aces never say “nyahh, nyahh." I vos just, uh. . . (Back to business.) Drat this fog. It's bad enough to have to fight the Red Baron without having to fly in weather Like this. ALL right, Red Baroni Cone on out. You can't hide feom me forever. ANI The aun has broken. through. I can ace the woods of Nontsee i below, But, what's this? It's a Fokker triplane. Ha, T've got you. You aiving don out of con't escape from me this time, Red Daron! Augh! the sun. He's tricked me again, I've got to run, Come on, Sopwith Camel, Jet's go. Go, Camel, gol I can't shake him. He's. rfddling my plane with bullets. Curse you, Red Baron! Curse you and your kind! Curse the evil | that causes this unhappiness. (Snoopy relaxes, renoving his goggles and Mere's the World War Che flying ace back at the aerodrome in France, He {s exhausted and yet he does not sleep, for one thought con ‘auos to throb in hie brain: Someday, someday I'LL get you, Red Daron!