Female: Contemporary

Do you mind if I put on some music? You don't?

Honestly! I should have my head examined. After my last experience?…you’d think I’d know better…but here I am…first thing in the morning…

Did you know reptile aliens have infiltrated our government? I ain’t just talkin’ ‘bout that show V. I’m talkin’ for real life.

Through a horrible miscalculation entirely of no one’s fault but my own, I found myself suddenly soulless in Santa Monica, California on a Tuesday with no transportation and a copy of Bukowski’s “Hot Water Music” as my lone companion.

You know which one of my jobs I love most, though? Being someone's
Shabbos goy.

Those two over there, they want me tell them what happened, but I won't.

Why in the wide world am I here?... well, of course I know why… I’m talkin’ ‘bout what led me to bein’ here... Girl, I’ve been where you are…

Today’s the thirteenth of February and it’s looking like I’ll be getting flowers from no one but my mother for the sixteenth consecutive Valentine’s Day.

We met later in life, long after we had both mostly given up on finding anyone and when much of the dating pool just screamed, "Red flag, red flag."

I’m about to lose it. My baby is not sleeping again. I’ve been up every 2 hours for the past week pretty much.

I felt obligated to serve. I had signed up for National Guard. A deal’s a deal.

Are you really married? Answer me immediately or I’ll get angry at you. We are enough close that you can tell me something about your mysterious life, can’t you? As you can see I am not asking you that much.

I have not been enjoying my time, my year and seven months here. Hell, I’m not even sure why I’m in The Rubber Room.

Listen to me Jon, and I’ll never speak of it again. I know little of wars. No one knows how a war will end. But I know this.

I never knew my mum. She died of obstetrical hemorrhage during childbirth; severe bleeding. She lived long enough to hold me in her arms, look me in the eyes and say, “Sam.”

Daryl is one year away from vesting. One year! All he had to do was put in one more deployment on the blue water, and we would have been fine. But no!

I didn't think we were going to get here. Did Ted tell you I got stung by a platoon of ants this morning?

Has this place changed me? No one for miles. No televisions. No computers. Or phones.

…Can’t tell you how glad… no. Happy. I was to hear from you again!

Amber, you just have to help me pick out something to wear for the awards show.

When I was five I got a budgie for Christmas. My big sister named him Couscous and I taught him to say “Hello Polly,” which wasn’t either of our names, but hey, I was five.

All I want is something real, you know? Like copper wire. You can touch it. You can measure it, length, gauge, resistance.

I run and run and run. And I never stop. Cannot. Cannot stop. My sneaker’s ripped. Both of them. Really?

You know what gets me, though, man? You know what really pisses me off? You know, with this whole “theater” thing?

The day my best friend died, it rained. It was as if the Heavens themselves were –

I mean, I would film myself
Just not with a porn person.

Do you think he spotted me? (She checks) Okay, all clear.

Listen sugar, these fruit loops don’t want sex. They want power. They want to manipulate and torture and damage you so they can feel powerful over you.

Son of a bitch calls me up said he wants to meet in a warehouse. I say no deal, muchacho. I always meet in public.

It’z like one spoiled roll…
Yeah, one spoiled roll, you’ve ruined my breakfast…

Hi. My name’s Rebethany. Rebethany Anne Chastain. I know, it sounds British, don't it?

You're kidding me. You're fucking kidding me, right? Why are they coming here? (Small pause) No, Reggie, no!

Oh my! You smell like marijuana! (Small pause) I haven’t smelled that since I was a girl.

Dear Jesus, please bless my mother in Heaven and my father and my dog Bernard! And my friend Samantha from my science class, because she’s so nice and she helped me in my lab last week.

The world’s a shithouse, Arthur. A shithouse. Camielle knows. She’s seen it.

I’m an actress. And you know what that’s like.

I can’t find the mall. I’m supposed to meet my friends. Hello? Hello? Mom? Anyone? Mom? Mom?

Dear Jesus, I’m sorry I called you a crock of shit. I just… (She drops her hands onto the bed) I’m not very good at this.

Hello! I am so glad- happy- super excited to be here! Is that too much? Eight cups of coffee! I’m a little obsessive with caffeine. With everything! Okay, let me start over.

I recently ran into an Old High School Acquaintance. To my surprise, this formerly semi-religious Jew revealed he’d converted to Christianity.

Hi Roomie! We finally meet!

It's me! Yes! Your college roommate!

I’m sorry, mama. I’ve said some horrible things just now. It’s just… I have been trying. So hard.

Yeah I shot him. What'cha gonna do about it, huh? Fucking pig. Fucking woman-hating, vaginaphobic son of a bitch!

Take your seats and listen up. Your beloved Mr. Greer hasn’t much... Musser! In your seat.

Do an old woman a favor and listen here for a minute. My baby ain't no hero like everyone say he is.

Ah, thou vexeth me.

I long to see thee smile. Come, stand next

To me; and we’ll gaze upon the earth awhile.

I am… stuffed! God, I'd love a smoke.

Omg, yah, getting engaged is the end… I mean it’s not the end

the end, but sorta the end jk, jk, right, the story.

Some people are born hitchhikers. Some people can pick a direction at random, stick out their thumb, and instantly, whoosh, a red Ferrari driven by a handsome man in dark glasses swoops in to whisk them off down the road.

How to hide in a town of three hundred and seventeen people.

It's a conspiracy. Men. Pretending they care for you, when in the end, they only care for themselves.

Here, come my friend. I give you a freebie. I read your tarot. I tell you your future. And this is freebie. This is free.

It started with 32 weeks, from conception to birth - a hurried, panicked affair, unexpectedly early, in the back seat of my Dad’s 1982 Taurus with ninety nine thousand, nine hundred and eighty seven miles on the odometer.

Do you think I'm fat? Okay so then why are asking me what I
want for dinner? I had a big, huge breakfast at like 12 P.M. and now
it's like what? 6 P.M.? Yeah. So why would I be hungry?

Tch, not a bus in sight. Surprise, surprise—what can you expect at this time of day?

Only through a child’s awe is the world innocent and free, then it all becomes a matter of responsibilities. A place, where love is sensuality of a moment:

He taught me about death. (a long pause) The stench of death was so strong in our house, my mother couldn’t buy enough incense to cleanse the air.

My basic look. Just a black head cap. In the hospital, I call it my lymphomatotally-
sucks look. Mom calls it my don’t-bother-me look.

Last night I had a dream that Harlem was all electricity and music. I dreamed that Joseph Louis Barrow hit that Max Schmeling with a punch...

My name’s Corinne. I’m a cashier at Coles. A “Checkout Operator.” People hand things to me and I hand them back and take their money.

And I told them I wasn't crazy, but they didn't believe me. Why would they believe me? I wouldn't believe me. I mean, I do believe me, but that's because I'm not crazy. And only a crazy person wouldn't believe herself. Unless she was acting crazy. Maybe that's a path I don't want to take.

If I could blast that stone into a million pieces, I would. If I could reverse the mortar and the flow of time, I would return that stone to dust...

That thing, that moment when you kiss someone and everything around you becomes hazy. And the only thing in focus is you and this person. And you realize that that person is the only person that you are supposed to kiss for the rest of your life. And for one moment, you get this amazing gift, and you wanna laugh and you wanna cry. Because you feel so lucky that you found it, but so scared that it will go away all at the same time.

50 million women in the United States suffer from orgasmic dysfunction. 50 million. But tonight we are going to cut that number by 10. (Applause) Because tonight we are going to learn about the healing power of masturbation. The greatest source of energy known to womankind! Yes, yes, yes. I want you to write a name for your vagina. Anything you please. Satin Doll. Happy Hole. Betty. Christen her. Own her. It can be anything you choose, you know. All right, does everybody have a name? Let's see. What have

What a pleasant occupation these dances are! Very good indeed! What could be more delightful? You go to the assembly, or to somebody's wedding, you sit down, naturally, all beflowered like a doll or a magazine picture. Suddenly up runs a gentleman: "May I have the happiness, miss?" Well, you see, if he's a man of wit, or a military individual, you accept, drop your eyes a little, and answer: "If you please, with pleasure!" Ah! [Warmly] Most fas-ci-nat-ing! Simply beyond understanding! [Sighs] I dislike most of all dancing with students and government office clerks. But it's the real

When he was born, I was ill a very long time. Then he was always sickly, and he grew up puny. How many tears have I shed over him! Sometimes I would just look at him, and my tears would flow; no, it will never be my lot to see him in the uniform of the guardsmen! But it was most distressing of all for me when his father, owing to the boy's poor health, was unable to send him to a military school. How much it cost me to renounce the thought that he might become

I shall go mad! I'll never entertain again--never--never--people ought to know whether they're coming or not--but they accept and regret and regret and accept--they drive me wild. This is my last dinner party--my very last--a fiasco--an utter fiasco! A haphazard crowd--hurried together--when

Adults are never honest. Let's be children. Let's throw rocks, let's weep and say everything we actually think. Why do you love him? He says you can't find a job right now. He says you're so pretty and so nice. Nice-- you're what every man wants a woman to be.

I have often found when you can't do anything else you can always sit on the road...

I never knew it before. I never knew anything before. When she come into the court I say to myself, I must not accuse this woman, for she sleeps in ditches, and so very old and poor. But then- then she sit there, denying and denying, and I feel a misty coldness climbin' up my back, and the skin on my skull begin to creep, and I feel a clamp around my neck and I cannot breathe air; and then (entranced) I hear a voice, a screamin' voice, and it

No, no, Hal! Listen! Oh, listen! Hal -- Hal, when the grave closed over thee, I did indeed believe that I was done with love forever, and that my heart was but a dry and withered plant; but, oh, there are seasons when it will persist in putting forth green shoots, and when I find strange hopes and joys quickening within me that are unbefitting a woman that is devoted to the memory of her dead husband! Alas, Harry, 'twas at such a time that Mr. Fane came upon me! Though 'twas in January that he alighted at

I knew somethin' was up as soon's I see The nags and mules hitched round the court house square-- "They'll ride tonight," I says, and I was right. I'm sixty-two year old come next July And I been post-mistress for most of 'em Right

I said turn it off! Nobody laughs at me, because I laugh first. At me. Me from Seattle. Me with no education. Me with no talent, as you've kept reminding me my whole life! Well, Mama, look at me now. Look! Look where I live. Look at my friends. Look where I'm going. I'm not staying in burlesque, I'm moving. Maybe up maybe down. But wherever I'm going, I'm having the time of my life, because for the first time, it is my life! And I love it! I love

I thought you did it for me, mama. I thought you did it for me mama. I though you made a no talent ox into a star because you like doing things the hard way Mama. And you have no talent. Not what I call talent, Miss Gypsy Rose Lee! I made you...I made you! And you wanna know why? You wanna know what I did it for? 'Cause I was born too soon and started too late, that's why. What I got in me (begins to chuckle), I could

I've got something to say to Miss Sawyer. So, you're going to take my place. And you think you know how tough it must be for me? Do you really? I'm not so sure. Ever since I was a tiny little girl and saw my first Julian Marsh show I've dreamed of the day when I might work with the King of Broadway. And, my day had finally come, and I was filled with pride, joy and humility. Not to mention my happiness at a contract with a limousine, a

Jamie's parents are getting separated. It doesn't quite sink in at first, she's sort of in shock. She truly believes that her influence can change the situation. Once that fails she moves from one desperate attempt to the next trying to get her parents back together again, with her confidence and feelings losing footing each step of the

John, it come to naught that I should forgive you, if you'll not forgive yourself. It is not my soul, John, it is yours. (it is difficult to say, and she is on the verge of tears) Only be sure of this, for I know it now: Whatever you will do, it is a good man does it. I have read my heart this three month, John. (Pause) I have sins of my own to count. It needs a cold wife to prompt lechery. (Now pouring out her heart) Better

Men of our city, Argive elders here, I shame not in your presence to avow My wifely temper; bashful Fear in time From mortals dieth: not by others taught, But from myself, the wretched life I'll tell 'Twas mine to lead while this man was at Troy. First, for a woman severed from her mate, To sit forlorn at home is grievous woe, Hearing malignant murmurs manifold. One courier comes, another in his train Worse tidings brings to echo through the house; And as for wounds, had my dear lord

Mes amis - Thank you for sharing with me my last performance at The Comedie Francaise. And thank you to Citizen Chauvelin, who has so graciously allowed our theatre to remain open this spring. But now, I share with you my own storybook ending. Six weeks ago I met a tall and handsome "prince", and tonight he sweeps me away to England to be married. Sir Percival Blakeney! He is handsome, yes? Oh, I shall miss you all very much, but in my heart, how could I ever leave Paris?

Mother Gibbs, George and I have made that farm into just the best place you ever saw. We thought of you all the time. We wanted to show you the new barn and a great long cement drinking fountain for the stock. We bought that out of the money you left us. Don't you remember, Mother Gibbs - the legacy you left us? Why, it was over three hundred and fifty dollars. Well, there's a patent device on the drinking fountain so that it never overflows, mother Gibbs, and it

Mr. Cornell, Ah have tried to be neighborly, Ah have tried to be friendly, and Ah have tried to be cordial...Ah don't know what it is that you're tryin' to be. That first night Ah was appreciative that you carried mah trunk up the stairs...The fact that it slipped and fell five flights and smashed to pieces was not your fault...Ah didn't even mind that personal message you painted on the stairs. Ah thought it was crazy, but sorta sweet. However, things have now gone too far...Ah cannot accept

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

My aunt died of influenza, so they said. But it's my belief they done the old woman in. Yes Lord love you! Why should she die of influenza when she come through diphtheria right enough the year before? Fairly blue with it she was. They all thought she was dead. But my father, he kept ladling gin down her throat. Then she come to so sudden that she bit the bowl off the spoon. Now, what would you call a woman with that strength in her have to die of

My God! I can't take any more of this - first you spurn me for Eddie, then you cast him off like an old overcoat for Rocky. You chew people up and spit them out - I loved you, do you hear me - I LOVED YOU - And what did it get me - I'll tell you - A big nothing. You're like a sponge. You take, take, take, take! You drain others of their love and emotions. Well, I've had enough. You've got to choose between me and

My sister, Veronica, and I had this double act and my husband, Charlie, traveled around with us. Now for the last number in our act, we did these 20 acrobatic tricks in a row, one, two, three, four, five... Splits, spread eagles, back flips, flip flops, one right after the other. Well, this one night before the show we are in a hotel Cicero, the three of us, sittin' up in a hotel room, boozin' and havin' a few laughs and we ran out of ice, so I went out

Next time I enslave a whole nation, I must check out there intelligence first. Nikko, Nikko! Where is the commander of my aerobatic apes? There you are. I have an important task for you. My enemies are about to enter the Haunted Forest. I want you to rouse your men and snatch the sickening little girl and her equally nauseating little dog. Exhausted? What do you mean you're exhausted? Alright, alright. I'll conjure up a spell to take the fight out of her. Now which of my creepy crawlie creations

Now Linus, I want you to take a good look at Charlie Brown's face. Would you please hold still a minute, Charlie Brown, I want Linus to study your face. Now, this is what you call a Failure Face, Linus. Notice how it has failure written all over it. Study it carefully, Linus. You rarely see such a good example. Notice the deep lines, the dull, vacant look in the eyes. Yes, I would say this is one of the finest examples of a Failure Face that you're liable to

Oh Daaaaaaad!...Do we have to go to Grandma's house? I don't know what makes you think going to Grandma's house is so much fun, you get up early and polish the car like we're going someplace cool, like the beach..Is it just me, or does her house smell like an old antique store couch...Yuk! And besides that, I'm

Romeo, Romeo, Where the hell art thou? Have you stopped along the way To play at your stupid battle games? Or have you changed your mind, And decided not to come Thinking me too 'easy' and thus insincere: What perversion of thought is this? Because I say what it is I want, Direct and forthright, You judge my desire false? While the one who dallies, Says no to mean yes, You deem true and take her Seriously? Or perhaps you think to be 'easy' is to be unchaste: If so,

Say, ain't it my turn next? All right, I'm comin'. [Enters.] Here I be, sassy as a woodchuck and twicet as handsome. You know who I be, don't you? I'm little Sis Hopkins from Skinny-marink Crossroads down in Toadhunter Holler. [Leans over and speaks confidentially to the audience.] You know I'm the only one in this here show who's a real actress. The others is only ham-chewers, but I've had experience with a real show troupe. I led one of the bloodhounds in Uncle Tom's Cabin street pee-rade last time it played down in the Skinny-marink opery house. Them

So, the day after I turned 18, I kissed the folks goodbye, got on a Trailways bus - and headed for the big bad apple. Cause I wanted to be a Rockette. Oh, yeah, let's get one thing straight. See, I never heard about "The Red Shoes," I never saw "The Red Shoes," I didn't give a fuck about "The Red Shoes." I decided to be a Rockette because this girl in my home town - Louella Heiner - had actually gotten out and made it in New York. And

Stay out of my way, you hag, and if you touch me again I will tear your eyes out! I will not leave till I have seen him.(going to Don Quixote's bedside and seeing no sign of recognition) Don't you know me? I am Aldonza! (to the others in the room as if to plead her case) He knows! He must know... Please ... you are my lord, Don Quixote! Please - try to remember! (trying to find the words) It is important, everything....my whole life. You spoke to me

Suppose all ya ever had for breakfast was onion rolls. Then one day, in walks (gasp) a bagel! You'd say, 'Ugh, what's that?' Until you tried it! That's my problem - I'm a bagel on a plate full of onion rolls. Nobody recognizes me! Listen, I got 36 expressions. Sweet as pie and tough as leather. And that's six expressions more than all those...Barrymores put together. Instead of just kicking me, why don't they give me a lift? Well, it must be a plot, 'cause they're scared that I got...such

This morning a bird woke me up. It was a lark, or a peacock; something like that. So I said hello. And it vanished, flew away, the very moment I said hello! It was quite mysterious. So do you know what I did? I went to my mirror and brushed my hair two hundred times, without stopping. And as i was brushing it, my hair turned mauve. No, honestly! Mauve! Then red. then some sort of a deep blue when the sun hit it.... I'm sixteen years old, and every

Well it's done, I've passed the point of no return...I can't believe this has happened! All my life, I've been great in school, I've always been a leader, almost always the first in my class...until now. I don't know what got into me. I'm so angry at myself; I knew I should have studied harder. Ever since I

Well then how can you say such a thing, I want you to get married, how many times have I said to you I want you to get married. Only this morning I was saying to your father: I said Sextimus, I want that boy to get married, it just isn't normal for a boy that age to stay single I said after all he is a prince, don't forget that, and he is next in line for the throne. I mean we're not exactly the oldest people in the

What's going on Harmony? I don't get it, why is it when you become a teenager everything gets so confusing? I mean, what are they doing, spiking the make-up? Is there some unwritten law that when you become a teenager you move into the realm of insanity? If I remember correctly, that's about the time everything started getting

When I was very small...we used to take our sleds out in the wintertime and the only hills we had were the ice covered stone steps of some houses down the street. And we used to fill them in with snow and make them smooth and slide down them all day...and it was very dangerous you know...far too steep...and sure enough one day a kid named Rufus came down too fast and hit the sidewalk...and we saw his face just split open right there in front of us...and I remember

Yes, I have heard. My dear uncle is the laughing-stock of the entire neighborhood. Please don't be mad, we must do something about him! There is a certain embarrassment at having a madman in the family. Oh Sanson. I had hoped for so much for us. For you, really. Everything was to be for you. My uncle's house... his lands... I mean, if one is to serve science, one must have the means. But maybe you can consider it a challenge. Think what cleverness it would take to wean my

You and your obsession with rollercoasters. What’s the name of this one? Oh, “The Terminatrix.” How nice. Look, Derek, I— How do I buckle this thing? I got it. Derek, I think I’ve got enough adrenaline and funnel cakes in my system, I can finally tell you what’s in my heart right now. This might not be the best conversation to have on the rollercoaster, but if what I am about to say breaks your heart, you can just claim that whatever tears might be in your eyes are due to wind resistance. (Leans back – the

You may think that what I did next was scheming, devious. Pippin, let me tell you something about despair. I loved my husband very much. The years we spent together were the happiest years of my life. And then one day he was struck by fever: and when his hand went cold in mine, I felt my life, too, was over. I was overcome by the deepest despair. I took to my bed for five days. On the sixth day I got up. There were things to be done. An

Your children are just unhappy little marching machines. Take Liesl for example. Liesel isn't a child anymore! And if you keep treating her as one, you're going to have a mutiny on your hands! And Friedrich - Friedrich is afraid to be himself - he's shy, he's aloof, he needs your confidence! Brigitta could tell you about him. That's because she notices things. She always tells the truth - especially when you don't want to hear it. Kurt - Kurt is sensitive, he's easily hurt, and you ignore him! You

I got this older brother, and one day he's comin' over the house to see me and my moms. I's never seen him before so I's kinda excited. Moms said his Daddy could kiss her ass but maybe the guy was alright. So he comes and he's a fiiiiine n---a, I'm tellin' you, all tall and cut and got this big tat of an alligator on his muscle. So we's eatin' some burger and he starts, you know, rubbin' up on my leg under the table. And I's likin' it.

I hate this shit. (Pause). No, I don't mean questions. I mean this whole damn place. (Pause). Yeah, I had a bad day. No, I can't stop cursing. God, you guys are a bunch of fags, man. (Pause). No, not like "gay" fags. Like lame asses. I just wanna get out of here, you know? (Imploring, manipulative) You could help me right? You're harder on me than the staff in my cottage. That's okay, I guess I deserve it sometimes. Maybe its good for me. But shouldn't I be rewarded sometimes, when I do good? (Pause).

I was a uniform cop before I was an attorney. I spent four years in a patrol car watching drunk's vomit on themselves. I spent most of my time doing paperwork, and being a witness for my partners in court, so they wouldn't lose their job as a result of physical abuse claims by car jackers and gang bangers. I was going to stay in that patrol car too. The only way I could see myself getting anywhere in life was to study and take the bar... and I passed

Last night, I dreamt I went to Manderley again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter for the way was barred to me. Then, like all dreamers, I was possessed of a sudden with supernatural powers and passed like a spirit through the barrier before me. The drive wound away in front of me, twisting and turning as it had always done. But as I advanced, I was aware that a change had come upon

Carol is speaking with her college professor. The setting is the professor's office. The two started the discussion about Carol's grades, but the discussion rapidly turned to a heated debate. Why do you hate me? Because you think me wrong? No. Because I have, you think, power over you. Listen to me. Listen to me, Professor (pause) It is the power that you hate. So deeply that, that any atmosphere of free discussion is impossible. It s not unlikely. It's impossible. Isn't it?

He puts his hand on the child's chest, and he says "heal", as if he felt he had the power to heal him, he calls on God...it's in here...

Ziggy Martin. Is it you? Is it really? I saw you with Dave Matthews. In Syracuse. It was the most beautiful night of my entire life. Did you really sit in with Sting? I was at the Black Hole when you were there. I'm mad about the Hole. It's the best club ever. I had this song I wrote for you but they wouldn't let me go backstage. In November, two years ago. I was sitting right in front, surrounded by an entourage of coffee cups. I'd had eight cups of

You don't know what it was like to have an encounter with a god. It was late summer, I was walking barefoot down the road, scuffing up the hot dust with my heels and feeling my heavy braid swing back and forth across my back. I heard a roar behind me, like a thunderstorm. Your father swerved past me on his motorcycle and skidded to a stop just in front of me, blocking my way. I was terrified, but I looked up at him, all in

I don't need men anymore. I did, I admit, spend years looking for my perfect mate. The dark side who would let me see my bright side. And the other way around, like a two-way mirror. I wanted someone staring in my eyes, not in an unnerving way, but showing me he listens, he appreciates who I am. Someone to cook with, not chicken, but lobster thermidor, steak tartare, asparagus quiche. He holding the bowl and I the spoon, in perfect synchronicity. Someone who loves to hear me read Edna St. Vincent Millay by wine-laced candlelight on Saturday nights. Who will

(As a spot picks her up, she puts on a hat, gloves and shawl.) Hi! I'm the weather lady. (Points to an imaginary map.) As you can see, in the Northeast it's very cold. Snow and sleet all over New England as a storm moves down from Canada. Temperatures down near zero. (She shivers.) By Tuesday the snow will hit New York. Predictions are for a possible three feet of snow, so be prepared. (She draws her shawl tighter.) It's just terrible when the weather gets like this, isn't it? I personally couldn't stand it. But

I was working in this place like Las Vegas, all lights and mirrors, but dark, y'know. Like how they never know whether it's day or night, and the clocks don't work. But I'm all in red spangles, my hair curled, and red fish net tights with these high-heeled red shoes like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz. I'm serving burgers and fries from a runway that's moving past slot machines where all these people are shoving in cash. You hear the machines going CLONK! TINGLE-TINGLE-TINGLE! And they play these Bugs Bunny tunes whenever someone wins. Most of the people

Ma's right, Celandine. I always loved men. Men and freedom, nobody telling me what to do. Why, I'd run away every night if I could. I love that moment when you take off, just getting out of here. You've got no idea where you're going, or how, or if you've got enough money. You never take a suitcase to slow you down, just a big purse with lipstick, comb, underpants, Tampax and condoms, because probably you'll end up in some guy's bed. You'll meet him in a 7-11 over by the Doritos. He'll be big and shaggy and kinda nasty-looking, with a

You see, Ma, it wasn't that I didn't love you. Daddy, too. But I wanted us to be ACCEPTABLE, Ma. And we weren't. I wanted us to be middle class. Educated. I wasn't ever going to be laughed at again. Did you know I was laughed at, Ma? (Touches BIRDIE MAE's shoulder.) First for my poverty, then for my accent when I went to college. Oh, yes, we all had accents, Ma, but I sounded like poor country folk. Which we were. My words were different. And if I hadn't been so goddamned beautiful, Ma, and

[Outraged] See? I knew you would do this. I knew you would have no reaction at all. The one thing that ought to matter to youthe one thing you have left and I can't even get you to say a word. Maybe you're just too lazy to care. Or too lazy to work up a response. Well,

Bah! That's the third umbrella gone since Christmas. What were you to do? Why, let him go home in the rain, to be sure. I'm very certain there was nothing about him that could spoil. Take cold? Indeed! He doesn't look like one of the sort to take cold. Besides, he'd

(Her eyes trailing someone walking by her.) You see that? That guy with the old lady? That's his mother. They're in here three times a week. Sometimes he just comes in by himself to get her some cheesecake. Ya know what it would take to get one of my brothers to do something for my mother? She'd have to be held hostage by terrorists. I'm not kidding. Nine brothers, none of them do squat. She has to go to the doctor, I take her. She needs shopping, I do it.

I don't know. I don't know what the problem is. I've been trying to write about the city, you know, my experiences here. Then I decided to write a love story, but that's not working out either. My hero sounds more like a clothing store dummy than

I'm really sorry, Mom. (long pause) I know I should have been there. I had so many chances to say goodbye to you and you kept telling me... say goodbye now, you never know... and I didn't want to. Well, so, are you happy? You were right. You were fucking right. (sighs) All that time and I never said goodbye to you. (finishes the cigarette and opens a beer. She sits down.) And let's get something clear: I'm not saying goodbye to you now. That's not why I'm here. I

Oh, si. Abuela is dying since I was little girl. When your mama and I small little girls, we did housework because Abuela is dying always. We not see our friends or primos because Abuela need us. Did your mama tell you Abuela not there when you born because she is dying? I say is good she finally be done with dying and move on to Dios. Let Him judge her now. But it is right we go to early mass and say prayers for her.

Well, Mom, it looks like we have a few things to talk about! I don't know how things are in that nice coffin of yours, but out here, they kind of suck a lot! How could you give Cara custody of me? Don't you think you could have talked to me about it? I mean, it's about me, don't you think you could have asked what I wanted? All anyone ever says is that I have to be older. Well, when do I get old enough for you to discuss

In the beginning, I am mean and greedy and selfish. This is symbolized by three things, A: There is a half-finished sculpture of an angel in my garage. B: There is a hungry little boy that sleeps on my doorstep every night that I call the police on. And C: I have a dying father that I haven't talked to in years. Then one day I see the error of my ways. I don't know how, I don't know. But I see it. Then: [Pause, a little smile.] The song comes on. And in the three

There was a woman. A single mother living in this terrible, or terribly excitingly terrible place called the hood, it is full of a naughty little substance called crack, and has people driving small van like cars then shooting people from them, it's a terribly excitingly terrible place. Anyway a lady namedwell they all called her Sista!! Sista? Isn't that charming? Well she had a son that everyone called Brutha', Now I have not yet determined if indeed they are biological brothers and sisters. But I don't think so because Brutha called SistaMutha. Now Brutha also had a

I had this dream I was at a Nazi Death camp, but it was a water park. With only the Jews sliding down hundreds of intertwined tubes. All the Nazis were watching from the ground. I walked and stood next to the Nazis and saw that all the rides ended in a violent death. Sometimes two different slides would end out of no where, and two Jews would fly out of the water tube slamming into each other and crushing their bones, limply falling to the ground already riddled with other limp bodies. Sometimes someone would fly out

It happens to every actress who is moderately pretty and successful. It's one of the oldest expedients in the world, and we actresses are such conspicuous targets for it! There is scarcely a man connected with the theater who doesn't make use of us in that way

I know you hate me. You have a right to. Not just because I was faithless--but because I was cruel. I don't want to excuse myself--but I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't realize I was hurting you. Yes. I've said that before. And you've answered me that that excuse might hold

I remember now . . . often . . . when he told me. . . . How kind he was . . . and gentle. . . . He had been ill and worried for a long time, and then one day he came home and sat without a word all through the evening. . . . It was raining then. . . . About ten o'clock . . . about ten o'clock . . . he came and kissed me, and told me to go to bed. Then he went out. . .

Do you know how I would like to spend my life? All of it? Sitting on the ground at his feet, looking up into his eyes, just listening to him talk. You don't know how he can talk. He knows everything--everything that there is to know in the world, and he tells you such things! The things that you always have known yourself, in your heart, and you couldn't find out how to say them. Even when he doesn't say anything, if he should be speaking some language which you didn't understand, it is wonderful . .

I've never known but one . . . and he was a cur. That's his baby. [Points to the basket.] . . . because it is his . . . though his devil of a mother does say it isn't. There it is in a basket and wrapped up in a few old rags like a kitten . . . and he riding in his carriage. Five dollars he gave me when the old lady threw me out of the house. Five dollars! And him with stacks of money. [She started speaking quietly enough, but now

I was jealous of every woman my first husband looked in the face ... and he was a portrait painter, do you remember? My second husband suffered tortures from his own jealousy ... of your grandfather. That was premature, but prophetic, for your dear grandfather was our neighbor

I want you to stop talking. You always lie like a newspaper--it doesn't matter what sort of tale you tell, no one's going to believe you. But ... just you look out. Your luck's in for the minute, isn't it ... and you think you're such a fellow just because a few pesetas have fallen on you out of the sky. Make the most of them while they last. I'm used to earning what I need for myself and my children. It's little enough and it's hard to come by ... but it makes me a queen

You are not going to die, are you? Cause if you die I wouldn't know what to do with her. (Pause) I can barely look at her in the eyes. She needs you. And I need you. I'm so scared. I've been living scared of myself and now I can't....I can't run away anymore...(whispering) I killed them...I killed your father and my mother. I didn't mean to but....now I can't get the smell of them burning. I can't get rid of it.....(she cries) Why did you want me to come

I am tired of being ladylike. I am a young woman still, and to be ladylike is not enough. I wish to be bright and thoughtless and merry. It is every woman's birthright to be petted and admired; I wish to be petted and admired. Was I born to be confined within these four walls?

Phoebe, I have a wedding gift for you. It has been ready for a long time. I began it when you were not ten years old and I was a young woman. I meant it for myself, Phoebe. I had hoped that he -- his name was William -- but I must have been too unattractive, my love. I always

Hello. (She turns on the mike). Hello. Ha. (Raises her glass) Relax, it's seltzer. (Laughs) Hello. I'm Shiva the destroyer and your harbinger of doom for this evening. I would like to thank you all for coming and welcome you. Even though I haven't seen most of you since my latest stretch in the big house...But you all look fabulous! So during the 20 minutes or so that I was not in the hole for making a shiv out of my toothbrush I actually did participate in the infamous 12-step

Hi, I'm Kym. I'm an addict. I am nine months clean. (Pause) When I was 16 I was babysitting my little brother. And I was...I had taken all these Percocet and I was unbelievably high and I, ha...We'd driven over to the park on Lakeshore and he was on his red socks, just running around on these piles of leaves and ha...he would bury me, and I would bury him in the leaves. And he was pretending that he was a train. And so, he was charging through the leaves,

No one would believe me. They kept saying I needed help, that I was going crazy. They wouldn't listen! So what if I was a little depressed after Adam was born? It doesn't mean I would ever hurt him! He was just crying and crying and I couldn't get him to stop, Jack. I couldn't get him to stop. His screams echoed throughout the house! Before I knew it, I was in the nursery, shaking him and he slipped out of my hands and... I dropped him, Jack! Can you imagine dropping your son? I saw

So now I get the dirty throwdown, huh? What do I mean? Yeh, that's a good one, ain't it? How do you get that way? You think I'm blind? I seen you with

I am listening to you, and as I listen you seem to me not like a mother, a sister, or a friend; your words sound to me as though Satan were counselling you and inspiring you and speaking through your lips. Why do you want to convince me that my love for my husband is a lie--a lie of the soul--and that a rival love is foully growing there, whose flame consumes and defiles? Why, I love him as I have always loved him. I would give the very last drop of that blood that runs

I thought I was going mad. It can't be true! But it is. God! How hard and cruel I was to poor Vargas, how deliberately cruel! Conscience, you must be satisfied--I'm alone and I say Vargas and not Juan. Senor De Vargas--with all respect, quite in good form. [Pause.] God! How restless I feel--I was cruel! Cruel, disdainful, insolent. He was desperate--but there was no reason. Suppose something happens to him tomorrow. I can't think about it. If anything happens it will be my fault. They were right--Juan lives without hope as I do. Tomorrow he will get

You may say what you like, Don Cosme, I can't agree that Teresina is quite as complex as you think she is, and I'm certainly not subject to illusions. I know the World; I'm not an ingenuous child; I say I'm not because, good Lord! no widow has any business to be one. Although I must admit that as far as years go, and in looks and manner, I am still something of a child. But that's because of certain characteristics. Don't you think so? Why don't you speak? You understand my character? [Turning toward DON COSME

Did you ever wake up and know it was gonna be your day? I did. Today. First time. I woke up five minutes before my alarm went off. The sun was shining, the birds chirping, I felt warm all over and then... ... I read my horoscope. Today is your day!!! What you dreamed about becomes real. Romance figures prominently. Musical notes involved. Okay--I don’t get the musical notes thing either--but that’s not the point. The point is it said today is my day. And it has been--all day!!! I

He was kind, and he treated me like a lady, and he called me every morning to find out if I was ok and he kept waking me up, and so I said wouldn't it be easier if I was just sleeping next to you, that way you could check if I was ok without waking me up. But he said his parents were very religious, they'd die if their son was living in sin. And then he asked me to marry him. The thing is, the thing is - I

I don't know which rock or bush you people crawled out from, but here in the civilized world, we do not have conversations with animals on our cellphones. We do not raise our voices when talking on our cellphones. I don't know if you're familiar with the device, but you don't actually have to shout all the way to Pofadder, the technology transmits your voice signal through the air like magic! And when we are in civilized restaurants we do not cause chaos and disrupt other restaurant goers attempting to

His father had a furniture shop. They fixed antique furniture. And he'd have the truck and we'd go...

I didn't used anything...didn't think we'd do it...and I thought about it a lot while we were doing it......"

Believe it or not, sometimes my life sucks beyond the telling of it. And I don't understand why me trying to kill myself makes you want to buy me new clothes and clean my apartment. Buying new clothes doesn't fix clinical depression. You're sitting there telling me to tie a ribbon on a gunshot wound. I didn't come in here and say "Fix me." I work. I work every goddamned day. I got myself to class when I wanted to kill myself, I've held down jobs, gone to work

Contrary to popular opinion, there are not plenty of fish in the sea, and even if there are, none of them are interested in my bait. And I guess that's why, when I saw him again, and he started telling me about how wasn't ready for a new relationship, and how he actually thinks that dating is pretty stupid... Which, to be fair, is essentially true. It is kind of ridiculous to think that there's one person out there for every other person, and that one person can meet all of your needs,

Don't you dare walk away from me! And don't tell me you're sorry! And don't tell me to forget it, and don't you dare tell me to "let it go." God knows, I'd like to. I wish I could, but I can't! I can't forget that we had something, and you're running away. You're running away! Don't you see, Mark? You're running from what I've searched for all my life! Why, because you're scared? Well, I'm scared too, but you and I - we have something worth fighting for. We could make it work, I'm not

I don't want to get all Hallmark card on you, but, you are my best friend. We've been through so much together. You know me better than I have ever let anyone know me. You're the first person I've ever met who understands me, who thinks the way I do, who gets me. Am I crazy? Am I wrong? Because... you're important to me. If you just aren't attracted to me... I could understand that. I know you can't choose who you want, you can't control those feelings. The

I dropped her off, that night, about a quarter to two. I should have asked her to come over. Or at least asked her if anything was wrong. But she seemed normal. Not happy, exactly. But... like herself. I met her freshman year, in Introduction to British Literature. We made each other laugh. She was... bitter, and cynical, but still, really nice... I knew she had depression... but... it was weird. We had fun together, you know? I never really made sense of that. That night, we saw a play. And then

I knew Chris a long time before we were dating. For years. And, he was in love with me all that time. He never said anything of course, he just suffered from it, quietly. I guess he was afraid of being rejected. But, I think he enjoyed the misery. You know artistic types, they don't enjoy anything as much as they enjoy brooding. Anyway, one night, a whole group of friends were hanging out at my apartment. And Chris is a real quiet guy, he mostly just wandered around, taking pictures

I thought that we talked about this. You don't want me to be your girlfriend. You don't want a girlfriend. You only think you do. You only think you do because it's what you've been taught is right. You know my position on this. I'm not like you. I don't feel compelled to tie a rock to my leg and jump off a cliff. It's nothing personal. You seem like a great guy. But a relationship? Why? We have everything we need, right now. Affection, conversation, sex, and the only

I wanted those moments - few and far between as they were. I wanted whatever time and affection you could give me. No matter what it cost me. I felt like you found comfort in me. And maybe I wasn't your first choice, you know? But I was glad that I was somewhere on the list. I let it happen again and again, more times than I can even count. You wanted to keep things casual, you wanted to keep me at arm's length. You leaned on me. I cared about

It happened right here, you know. Almost a year ago. Right before I left. He came to the party with Kevin and his friends. And he liked you right away. Like they always do. Oh, I got used to being invisible, whenever you were around a long time ago. I mean, just look at you. And look at me. If I were a guy, I wouldn't look twice at me, either. The point is, he wanted you. No surprise. He saw you, he wanted you. And you definitely didn't want

Now looking back on it all, it seems like I had learned everything I needed to know about life by the time I was sixteen. The problem was, I somehow forgot it all. Maybe if I could explain it to someone else; capture it all this way, and keep it folded up, filed away in a corner of my mind, I could keep from having to repeat the same mistakes. There was drama, there was conflict... but for the most part, I was incredibly happy. I was happy because I had

Okay, the thing you have to understand, right up front, is, I'm not really a drug person. I never even smoked cigarettes. I wouldn't even know where to get hard drugs. When I was in the fifth grade, we had DARE - you know, Drug Abuse... something... Education, or whatever - and I swallowed that stuff completely. At the end, everyone had to write an essay, like, about how drugs are bad, it was a contest - and mine won. I got to read it out loud for everyone at our little DARE program graduation assembly. And

Ryan, there's something I have to tell you. (Pause.) I was born in 1931. I never lied to you, I am 23. But I've been 23 since the year 1954. I know, I know. It's impossible, right? No one lives forever? But, sometimes they do. In 1953, I got married. A few weeks after the wedding, I suddenly fell ill. My husband took me to a hospital. I was there for almost a week. I was in so much pain. And no one could say for sure what was wrong. One

She had chronic depression, ever since she was twelve. Her father had depression, too. And her sister. And I was on antidepressants for a while, when I was her age. She was very high-functioning. She went years without any real incidents. She had control of it when she was in high school. And then, all of a sudden, things just... fell apart. She... spiraled. I asked her to move back home, but she said no, over and over again. She was hospitalized last summer. But I really thought that she'd get

Things are so amazingly fucked-up right now! I mean, Debbie and Brian were not doing well... It's just, the logic escapes me. She feels like he doesn't trust her, like he's waiting for her to cheat - so she DOES. Instead of saying, "Brian, I don't feel like you trust me," she hooks up with Alex! What THE HELL is THAT? People are fucking INSANE! I... The thing is, I feel inextricably linked to the whole mess, because I wanted them to be together, to work out, to stay together... And I end

This is how it happens: One minute, you're just another awkward second-grader. And then your mom takes you and your brother to her friend's house, out in the country. You get out of the car, and there's a big yellow dog wagging his tail at you. And your mom and your brother go to ring the doorbell, and you get down on your knees in front of this friendly dog, and you're petting him... And then, suddenly, the dog snaps his jaws. And your life as you know it... ends. It

We don't have much time, I don't know when he'll be back, he can't find me here talking to you - Oh, God, you're never going to believe me. Maybe you should sit down. Isaac is dead. Fell strangled him. He's dead. Steph. He is on his way here right now. So I need you to believe me. This is happening. It's not a joke, it's not a nightmare. I had to convince him that I wouldn't tell anyone, or he was going to kill me, too. He was so - I've

Yes, it was my idea to take the mushrooms. But it was not my idea to take them in a graveyard. I tried them before, with my little brother. We just hung out in our living room, watching "Reign of Fire" and hiding behind the couch whenever there were dragons on the screen. I completely believed that the dragons on the TV were going to set me on fire, or stomp on me, or eat me or something, it was great. My opinion is, you should take drugs in a place where you feel safe, with people

You don't get it. I've been afraid of my father all my life. I spent every waking moment trying to keep him from exploding. Trying to do everything just right - and not just believing, but knowing... that one day he would kill me. That he'd kill us all. My first memory... is the day my brother spilled a can of paint down the stairs. My parents were painting the house. Ricky thought he was helping, but it was too heavy for him, and... paint just went flying, everywhere. I held

You give up so easily! You don't get validation, you walk away. You don't get enough attention, you take some pills. That's the problem with your generation, really. You're over-indulged by your parents and you're spoiled and impatient and entitled. Hence the so-called suicide attempts. You don't want to die, you want people to pity you. It's pathetic. If you wanted to die, you'd be dead. You would keep trying, over And over, until you got it right. But you don't drink bleach. You don't hang yourself or jump off a bridge or crash your

You know what, jack-ass? The world is full of guys like you - sarcastic guys who spend all their time cleverly pointing out the shortcomings of others, rolling their eyes, shaking their heads, passing judgment and cracking jokes. You're not unique. You're just one more pretentious bastard. I've had enough of guys like you, you supposedly "damaged" guys who don't "believe" in monogamy anymore, who want to just sleep around, who announce ahead of time that they're not interested in being someone's boyfriend. You think this honesty makes you a decent person, but at the end of the day,

You know, just once, I would like to see Hollywood make a movie that tells a genuinely realistic modern love story. A girl meets a boy. She gives him her phone number. He calls her, they start having sex. She starts to like him. He says, "No monogamy for me, thanks, I like sleeping around." She keeps sleeping with him anyway. Mostly because she knows she's not likely to do any better. And she appreciates his honesty. She figures, at least he was straight-forward. At least he told me what the deal is ahead of time, right?

Oh for chrissake, Sis, why should I explain this to anyone? Its just something that snuck up on me - it just. Okay, I'll tell you if you keep your mouth shut till I'm done. Promise Chloe? Chloe? Okay. So. It's last May. I've been

[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

I need to say something....it's not big secret your mom and I are in hell right now, and....bottom line is, marriage is hard. It's really fucking hard. Just two people slogging through the shit, year after year, getting older, changing. It's a fucking marathon, okay? So, sometimes, you know, you're together so long, that you just....you stop seeing the other person...you just see weird projections of your own junk. Instead of talking to each other, you go off the rails and act grubby and make stupid choices, which is what

Is that you, Helen? Come in. You must excuse me for seeing you up here, but this is my day for treatment and I don't get up till afternoon. Oh, didn't you know? I'm taking a course with Omarkanandi, this famous Hindu priest. You haven't heard of him? Oh, my

Good-evening, Mrs. Callender--good evening, Mr. Callender. You see I have my husband with me! Edward has said, all through his illness, that the very first time he went out it would be over here to your house, so you see it's quite an event. The doctor said this morning when he found Edward so depressed

Ah! You would not speak that way if you had seen her; if, like me, you had held her in your arms a miserable child, white and trembling; if, like me, you had read in her anxious eyes the terror of my fault and the shame of her besmirched love! You would understand how I have not had the courage--the barbarity--to tell her the cruel truth. Yes, I have promised her everything; I have pledged my sacred word, because, above and beyond the truth, there is her purity--her tender youth; because, above everything, there is pity. And

At night he came into the garden. I had been waiting for him quite awhile. I trembled with fear and grief--he trembled, too . . . he was a white as chalk--and he had the pistol in his hand . . . and he says to me in a dreadful voice: "My precious darling ... My one and only love," he says, "my parents," he says, "refuse to give their consent to our wedding--and threaten to disown me because of my love for you. Therefore," he says, "I must take my life." And his pistol was huge--and

Come in, Reuben. Have a chair. [Pause.] This is a real nice day, except fer the wind blowin' an' bein' sort of cold, an' fer that shower we had this mornin'. Paw's real well -- aside from a little touch of lumbago. Maw's enjoyin' real poor health -- sort of neuralgy in the head. Our crop's lookin' fine. You just oughter see our taters. It beats all how they're growin'. [Pause.] How's your mother now? Feelin' real miserable? You think she has to work too hard? Wal, I think so,

You know what you want better than me George. I don't know what you expect to find out there...

Look what I brought. Surprise! A picnic! They said they'd let me bring this in. Look! A pic-a-nic basket. Like Yogi Bear! Eh? Boo-boo? Let me just set this up, EVEN though I know you can't eat, I just thought it would be nice to take us back... oh, here they come. Well of course I

I will excuse the remark you have just made because the mistake was, doubtless, not an unnatural onein your circle. I asked you to sit down; if the invitation must constitute me your honeysuckle, consider it withdrawn. Now, tell me about these people passing and crowding, each way, along these

All right, Claire Marie, I know you're up there...."

David, it can't work. I panicked when I met you. I thought you were my last chance so I got you under false pretenses. I pretended to be perfect because I thought you wanted that. David, I'm not perfect. When you were going through your difficulties in making a commitment to me, I know you thought I was "understanding," but, David, I'm not understanding. Everything you do bothers me. You want too much. I can't look pretty all the time. You know, I'm

That's it, isn't it, Ed? You think it's something dirty. "Hey, baby, let's go to my place." That's your speed, isn't it, Eddie? Get out! Otherwise, why would you propose doing something like that with me. On my parents' couch, while my mother is sleeping upstairs and my father's watching television in the next room and my brother is due to walk in that door any minute, and my little sister's got her ear to the kitchen wall. Get out! My parents

What are you doing up so early? Did I leave a roach here? Did you see a roach here? Damn. (Sighs) (Sits on a bed). Had a lousy night. Couldn't sing for shit. It was a lousy crowd. I hate LA. All they do is snort coke and talk. La-la-da-da-da...la-la. Yeah, I recognize that. I like that. I wish Chick was here. Tsk. Maybe I'll get a job in Amsterdam. Chick loved it there. Everyone does. They really know how to treat a jazz person there. How was your night?

This is from Harold Smith. Sorry I haven't been out to see you since the funeral but things have been pretty strange. So were you sleeping with this guy Harold or what? He seems pretty nice. Kind of an oddball. Although, I guess that anyone can start to seem like that when you look close enough....."

What do you mean with your talk all the time of burning and hanging and stirring things up? What'll it bring you? I know well enough you'll not do a blessed thing about it. Then why talk so much? Will it make your soup taste better if you cook a few aristocrats? They'll run off with all their money and we'll be more miserable than ever. You see, you've got to take things as they come, and not believe those liars that tell you you can change things by shouting. D'ye know what I think? We're wasting

Though I should endure what must be borne, ne'er could my woes be ended, save by gloomy death. With my mother slain, my father by crime snatched from me, robbed of my brother, by wretchedness and grief o'erwhelmed, by sorrow crushed, by my husband hated, and set beneath my slave,

Onward, damned shade, and goad thy sinful house to madness. Let there be rivalry in guilt of every kind; let the sword be drawn on this side and on that; let their passions know no bounds, no shame; let blind fury prick on their souls; heartless be parents' rage, and to children's

Where am I? Fled is the kindly light, deep darkness blinds my eyes, and the sky, buried in gloom, is hidden away. But see! with double sun the day gleams forth, and double Argos lifts up twin palaces! Ida's groves I see; there sits the shepherd, fateful judge midst mighty goddesses.--

Listen, Henry Hinde. All the time you were away in Liverpool where nobody knew you, I was here where everybody knew me. Do you know what that means? People staring at me, and turning up their noses at me? There was nothing but contempt for me at first. I was a bad woman, and I wasn't asked nowhere. Fellows in the street treated me like dirt beneath their feet. They spoke to me as if I was a bad woman. And all that time you were in Liverpool, and were thought a lot of. It wasn't fair.

I can't take it anymore!! I'm up every day at five. Every day. Up at five, go for a jog, take a shower, wake Sally, cook breakfastsomething healthyegg whites, flax, kale, organic coffee, sprouted wheat. Sit down with Dave and Sally for breakfast. Eat a

was like you once. Lost. Confused. A piece of shit......Then I met Charlie..... ...Then I ran and caught his hand, and till they arrested him for stabbing Sharon Tate, I never let it go.

Oh, ok. I'm the selfish and childish one. I'm the one who's been holding back on my "loving and caring signs of affection" towards Ken to save your feelings. I'm the one who had to deal with everyone else at the party with us saying "What's wrong with Tony? Why is he in a mood all of a sudden?" I'm the one who tries to make you a part of something else, like their business. And as for the invite... yes, I know you threw this "little going away party" for me. But I also had made

I, I, I took the blows in my face and my body! All of those deaths! The long parade to the graveyard! Father, Mother! Margaret, that dreadful way! So big with it, couldn't be put in a coffin! But had to be burned like rubbish! You just came home in time for the funerals, Stella. And funerals are pretty compared to deaths. Funerals are quiet, but deaths- not always. Sometimes their breathing is hoarse, and sometimes it rattles, and sometimes they even cry out to you, "Don't let me go!"

I have a confession to make.....do you remember Pedro's penis? Well, it wasn't really cut off. I tried so many times to tell you but it's hard to.....I'd always been very friendly to him. You know, because I try to be that way with all the doormen, even though they are always snickering behind my back. I don't care. I'm still friendly. It's just my way. But um, Pedro was different. Pedro never snickered. Of course who was he to snicker. He wasn't exactly Tom Cruise. Still, he could have,

Claudia has been arrested on manslaughter charges. But before her trial, the prosecuting attorney requires she undergo psychiatric examination to see if she is able to stand trial. Claudia and her lawyer countersue, and in this scene, is grilled by the prosecuting attorney on whether or not she is "nuts". She does very well, and just previous to this monologue, the prosecutor has just asked Claudia if she loves her mother. When I was a little girl, I used to say to her, I love you to the

Oh, you don't know Toni at all. Well, we do have a lot in common. We both like the same music, go to the same school, we're both majoring in law... We're both women. Nothing more to say? I remember when Toni and I finally told my parents. They came to Boston to help us move into my new apartment and I kind of figured my mom knew what was going on, but my Dad was totally clueless. So anyway, we got all our furniture moved in and my Dad says to

Monsieur Javert, I beseech your mercy. I assure you that I was not in the wrong. If you had seen the beginning, you would have seen. I swear to you by the good God that I was not to blame! That gentleman, the bourgeois, whom I do not know, put snow in my back.

(Getting into her rollercoaster seat.) (She’s talking to her boyfriend.) You and your obsession with rollercoasters. What’s the name of this one? Oh, “The Terminatrix.” How nice. Look, Derek, I— How do I buckle this thing? I got it. Derek, I think I’ve got enough adrenaline and funnel cakes in my system, I can finally tell you what’s in my heart right now. This might not be the best conversation to have on the rollercoaster, but if what I am about to say breaks your heart, you can just claim that whatever tears might be in your eyes are

(Southern Dialect.) Now what’s that sound creeping into my old ears? Ah, it’s just as I feared, a sound this old gal has heard all too often, knows all too well, in fact. Ain’t nothing quite like the lonesome wish of a young, helpless heart. Child, you got a look on your face like you spent the whole day crying tears the size of huckleberries. Am I right? You look like a girl who is crock-full of dreams, and all of them have gotten squished one way or another. And now you,

(Writing a letter, speaking the words as she writes.) To my dear husband. No. Dear Chris. No, no. Dear Nick. Dear St. Nick. No. Dear Mr. Claus. I am so sorry it has come to this. We've been married for over a dozen centuries and yet somehow we've grown apart. Maybe it's the fact that you spend more time with your reindeer than you do with me. Or that you don't feel complete unless you are down in your workshop, slave-driving those poor elves. (Continues speaking, but no longer writing. Feel free

Category: Female: Contemporary