Monologue

The Pit of My Stomach October 27, 2022 Joseph Arnone In The Pit of My Stomach, Nina tries to get through to her dad about wanting him to stop leading a criminal life in order for her to have a normal one. Nina: No, no, I won’t do it Charlie. I won’t. I’m not going in for another one of your hustles. You always give me the worst feeling in the pit of my stomach and it reaches down to my thighs— Everything goes numb! Last time, we barely made it through. When the cops questioned me, I was barely able to control myself. I can’t do this again. And you promised me! You promised that you would never ask me to cover for you again, that you would never get me involved in any more of your genius ideas, no matter how bad things get. What happened to that? Another broken promise? Like always. Lasted two weeks! Everytime you make me believe in you, you fall back and let me down… Leave me alone…I’m so done with you, Charlie.

Match Made In Heaven Download the free .pdf screenplay version: Match Made In Heaven INT. APARTMENT – LIVING ROOM – NIGHT TIA has just gotten back home from work to find MICK on the couch looking unhappy. TIA: What’s wrong with you? Why do you seem so down? MICK: Just deep in thought… TIA: About what? MICK: Nothing, I’m alright. Don’t really want to get into it. TIA: …I wasn’t going to say anything because I already knew that that would be your response, Mick. For the past month you’ve been going through some sort of man period. On and off, hot and cold, happy, sad. Not acting like yourself at all. I want to know what’s up. Tell me what’s bothering you lately. Is it me? Not happy with me? MICK: It is about you but not like what you think. TIA: Great. Now you’re talking to me in riddles. Can’t you give me a straight answer and tell me what the hell is going on already? How does it involve me? MICK: You know, there are some freaking things I just don’t want to talk about and you have to keep pushing me and pushing me. Why isn’t that ever good enough? Why can’t you back off? TIA: If I was acting up and down like you’ve been, I guarantee you would be more pissed off about it. MICK: Yeah, well I don’t want to talk about it. So leave it alone… TIA: I’m not going to leave it alone. I feel that this is something serious and I won’t back away until you tell me. MICK: Really? TIA: Really. MICK: You will be waiting a very long time. TIA: I don’t care. MICK: Don’t play these stupid games with me, okay? Cause this shit is for real. I’m feeling real emotions about certain things and I don’t want to be played with. TIA: I don’t care. MICK: You drive me crazy. TIA: You drive me crazy. MICK: Match made in heaven. I don’t want to tell you just because you want me to tell— TIA: Fine!! Don’t!!! MICK: If I tell you it’s because I want to tell you. It’s that sort of thing! TIA: Alright, do what you feel like you want to do. What do you want to eat for dinner? I’m starving. MICK: I don’t know. Chinese? In the mood for sesame chicken? TIA: Not sure… MICK: Tia, okay…listen…this is hard for me because I don’t–I’m not…I have a hard time being open like, you know? (beat) I have a difficult time sharing things that go on inside me, things that matter to me a great deal…I was brought up in a certain environment and I don’t know, it’s sometimes hard for me to connect. TIA: I understand. MICK: You know…I think about things, things I shouldn’t think about. I get caught up with all this nonsense in my head and I get stressed and it brings me down. TIA: What things, baby? What things do you think about? MICK: I feel like such a bitch telling you this…that’s my problem though…I don’t want to be soft. TIA: You’re not soft. I don’t look at you that way. MICK: Yeah…you’re gonna think I’m stupid but I’ll just tell you…for the last couple weeks I’ve been thinking about how much I love you and how I want to grow old with you and how there will come a day when we will have to say goodbye to each other and that…I don’t know how I’m supposed to find you again… Tia’s eyes fill up with tears. TIA: That’s what’s been going on all this time? Mick nods yes. TIA: I love you so much. MICK: I love you too, baby. I do…I do.

In this teen monologue, Sally visits her best friend and is yet again met with her friend’s negative attitude that she is sick of dealing with for so long. Sally: I’m trying to understand something. Why is it that when I talk to you about things that make me happy you always get down? Whenever I talk to you about things that upset me, you always get so involved. Do you want me to be miserable in my life? I feel as though the only way for us to have any relationship is when things are bad. I don’t want things to be bad. I want to talk about good things. I want to hear you tell me good things. Why is that so hard for you? Do you realize that every time I come over here you have nothing nice to say. You are always complaining and moaning about your work, your boyfriend, your family, your apartment…you never have anything happy going on it seems. It’s like the only way you can exist and communicate is by raging against something. Doesn’t that exhaust you? It takes more energy to be miserable than be happy. Try being happy and stop playing the victim all the time.

EMILY: I fell in love real hard. Justin…he was something really special, he is something real special but; he opened me up to things about life, myself and he gave me things I needed and then he broke my heart. Everything was taken away from me in one day. I thought I was building this wonderful life for myself. I was happy, I was recording, I was in love…I was barely getting by but it was such a great feeling to be my own person and carve out my own path…but things began getting the best of me, I started to gradually lose my core, my foundation; what was giving me life was also taking life away and I didn’t realize it until, until I had a meltdown…this one night…we were all out, members of Justin’s band, he had just finished a gig and we were all getting blasted at the bar. I was helping to load up the van with music equipment but started feeling lightheaded and so I laid down in the back. I was so lit, I couldn’t even talk straight…I wake up and have to pee and when I make my way out of the van, I hear this moaning sound coming from behind a dumpster, and so I looked behind the dumpster to find my boyfriend Justin having raw intercourse with some woman. I went ape shit. I just remember raging. I grabbed some microphone stand from the back of the van and started swinging it wildly with the intention to destroy and conquer. It was surreal. Everything seemed like it wasn’t happening. The very next thing I remember is waking up in my bed, as if from a nightmare, but when I tried calling Justin, he was no where to be found. It turns out that one of my microphone swings connected to Justin’s head and put a major gash across his temple. Could have killed him for real…I never saw him again. The story was all related to me from Tom, the drummer, with a threatening message to never go near Justin again, so…that ended that.

In this dramatic monologue, Cordelia lets out some of her frustration here in this monologue towards her best friend Sophia. CORDELIA: Why you always blaming me, Sophia? What the heck? You know, it’s not my fault I’m pestered by them! Heck, I don’t even want to go near them. I’m not into guys. What do you think is worse? You walk around all day thinking you’re cursed. (imitating her) “Oh, I’m cursed, oh so cursed, life is soooo bad. Poor me, poor me, poor miserable me!” I’m sick of it. What is that nonsense? It’s gotten old, Sophia. You think you have problems? Your problems compared to mine are nowhere near what I go through daily. You try to be me for one day and I bet your head would spin right off your shoulders. My family doesn’t even know I like girls. You think it’s easy to carry around this secret for the last God knows how long? Not knowing if you’re insane or what! You’re the only person that knows the truth and I want to tell my family and my other friends but I just don’t know how. I know they won’t except me the way you have and I don’t want to hurt them, Sophia. I don’t want to break their hearts. So, I’ve got issues. You, your issues are no big deal because one day you will find a man who will love you and take care of you and keep you warm at night and protect you and just treasure you. And that’s great. That’s great to have that comfort. And you will have beautiful children, I’m sure and life will be wonderful.

In Thinking of Someone Else, Toya tries coming to terms with her attraction for her girlfriend Chelsea and admits the tough reality of things. TOYA: I still love you…but differently. Love evolves and I think, in some ways, it’s gone deeper but in other ways it’s, it’s common. I mean…our love has become common. I never imagined it would have become this way. Long before we even became a thing, I was eyeing you hard. I mean real hard, so much that I couldn’t get you out of my mind. I’d burn for you whenever you came into the cafe. I’d actually get hot flashes, which never happened to me in my life, over anyone. I wanted you so bad…and then, when I got you, it was exciting at first and as high as we traveled, I suddenly came crashing down in disappointment. You became conquered territory and as horrible this sounds, I was out for the new. And I’ve tried, I’ve tried to find that excitement I once had, we once had. And I can’t say that I’m not attracted to you because of course I am, but I’m craving something else, physically. Not spiritually but physically and that something isn’t leaving me alone, it’s getting the best of me and it’s killing us.

Red Tuxedo March 16, 2022 Joseph Arnone An upscale party in a New York City penthouse. Mr. Berguer is hosting the event and has asked Mr. Sanders to enter his meeting quarters to negotiate a deal. Download the free .pdf screenplay version: Red Tuxedo Mr. Berguer: Please, take a seat Mr. Sanders. Mr. Sanders: I rather stand but I’ll be polite. Mr. Berguer: Appreciated. (beat) What do you think of the party tonight? Mr. Sanders: It’s becoming of you. Your typical bourgeois nonsense. Mr. Berguer: Yes, it is quite a bit of nonsense, I must agree but necessary nonsense I’m afraid. Can I offer you a cigar? My collection spans the globe. Mr. Sanders: I don’t smoke. Mr. Berguer: Pity. (Berguer lights his cigar) May I offer you a drink? Surely, you drink. Scotch? Brandy? Mr. Sanders: Bourbon. Mr. Berguer: My pleasure. (Berguer pours Sanders bourbon) You may be wondering why I’ve asked you to come here. Mr. Sanders: Actually, I know exactly why you’ve sent for me. Mr. Berguer: Do tell. Mr. Sanders: Patents. Mr. Berguer: Yes, that is correct. The patents. Mr. Sanders: Perhaps we should cut to the chase, Mr. Berguer. We are both business men, are we not? No need to beat around the bush. Mr. Berguer: That is correct, Mr. Sanders. Should I offer my proposition or would you prefer to offer yours? Mr. Sanders: I know what you want and I know how you go about getting what you want. I understand the importance of this deal, for my sake. I’m prepared to give you my full forty-precent. Mr. Beguer: In exchange? Mr. Sanders: Nothing. (Sanders pulls out an envelope and hands it to Berguer) I’ve completely signed over all my rights. You have full control. (beat) Don’t look so alarmed. I’m giving you exactly what you wish. Mr. Berguer: Why no fuss? Surely, there must be something you desire? Mr. Sanders: I understand your power Mr. Berguer. I know how you go about your business. I’ve thought over this quite a bit these past few weeks. I believe I’m making a very smart, successful decision with you. Am I not? Mr: Berguer: I wouldn’t disagree, Mr. Sanders. (pause.) Mr. Sanders: Will that be all? Mr. Berguer: Indeed. (beat) You are a much more dangerous man than I previously imagined. There is a great deal of respect that divides our interests. Mr. Sanders: I appreciate your modesty. Mr. Berguer: Enjoy the rest of the party. Mr. Sanders: Good evening.

The Bear October 19, 2022 Joseph Arnone In this dramatic female monologue, TIFFANY tries to come to terms with the problems she has about caring too much, too often. Tiffany: I want to care less about caring so much…I think that’s been my biggest—well, one of my problems, anyway…there have been times in my life when I have been lucky to ‘let go’ completely and I’m flying but flying in such a way where it feels as though something greater than me is carrying me afloat; a connection to something higher, wider. Does that sound corny? (beat) It’s different. I want that all the time, more rooted naturally within my inner self if that makes any sense, without all the fuss and mental shit that clogs me up, getting in the way. The battles are exhausting. Sometimes, I get the bear and other times, the bear gets me…

n the teen drama monologue High Places, Harrison tells Tiffany that things aren’t what they always seem when it comes to wealth. HARRISON: Not everything is always what it seems, Tiffany. More than half my friends are suicidal, popping pills to get through the day, hating themselves because they’re not given the time to discover who they wanna be. Everything’s programmed before hand. Rules and procedures, etiquette and prestige. You, on the other hand, are free from all of that. Free to go out into this world on your own terms and be whoever you wish to be. I wish…I wish I could be you. The reason I came to find you is because you’re different. I found myself being able to breathe around you. You’re here and I’m there but who really cares? If I was some guy who was all part of your secret fantasy, then I’ll walk away if that’s all you ever wanted to find. But I’m here and I’m for real.