"Simple, True, Honest Love" monologue for female from a published play

This is a monologue for a female that I adapted from the scene "Princess from Another Planet" that is in the published play "Between Good and Evil" 

• ISBN-13: 978-1502982308

Lila is from Earth and is the girlfriend of Peter, a scientist, who has been asked by an alien Princess to come to her planet to help with a crisis.  Lila doesn't trust the alien Princess and wants to stop Peter from going with her.

“SIMPLE, TRUE, HONEST LOVE” 

by D. M. Larson

 LILA 

I don't care. I won't let you take Peter from me. I'll risk everything to save him. He's my world. I don't need anything else but him. 

(To Peter) 

Quiet. You're in trouble too mister. Let's go, Peter. 

(Peter seems torn and hesitates) 

I know I'm not perfect, but I do really love you. She's just going to use you. Chew you up, take what you have to offer and then spit you out. You are just a tool to her. A means to an end and then she'll cast you aside. You know I'm not like that. You know I love you for you and not what I can get out of you. So... what do you chose? A crazy, wild fling that will end in ruin... or simple, true, honest love? 

 End of Monologue

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"Why My Eyes?" dramatic monologue for male historical Civil War

This monologue is from the script "The Dead Ones" by D. M. Larson

http://freedramaplays.blogspot.com/2016/04/the-dead-ones-dramatic-civil-war.html

Zeb is a soldier from the Confederacy who has been injured in battle and is unable to see.  He is telling someone about a drawing that he carries with him.  He did a drawing is of a woman he loves who is one of the family slaves.

"Why My Eyes?"

by D. M. Larson

ZEB

That's Aphrodite. Father always gives our slaves Greek names. She was my favorite. 

I fell in love with her. I know I shouldn't have but she was always so kind to me. She’d do anything I'd ask her. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't help loving her. I never knew if she really loved me though. She was obedient and attentive and kind but I knew she couldn't really love me… too dangerous, too forbidden. But I loved her just the same. I drew a lot of pictures of her. She was always happy to pose for me. That was her favorite thing to do she told me. And I loved it too. We were so happy then. I wanted to be an artist before the war. But the war changed everything. Father wanted me to be a great soldier like him but you see how that turned out. Why my eyes? It could have been my ears or my legs but why my eyes? I can't live without my eyes. They are how I live - they are everything to me.

END OF MONOLOGUE

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"The Dead Ones" dramatic Civil War duologue for 2 male actors

This was originally written as a short film but can be used as a stage production as well.  I tried to write it so it would all take place in one location, but the staging would be very challenging involving guns and dead bodies, very dramatic if successful, but providing a major challenge to producers.

For permission to use this script, please contact doug@freedrama.net and include the title "The Dead Ones" in the request.


"THE DEAD ONES"
by
D. M. Larson

EXT. BATTLEFIELD. DAY.

(A young soldier of the Confederacy, ZEB, is surrounded by the sounds of gun fire.  A fog surrounds him with a mix of clouds of gun powder.  He struggles with his old rifle, trying to get it ready to fire as bullet zip past his head.  He finally gets the gun ready to shoot but it backfires in his face and he falls to the ground screaming. Soon he passes out from the pain)

(A soldier from the Union, MAC, sneaks through the battlefield, checking dead soldiers for money and other things of value.  ZEB hears him and stirs.  MAC freezes)

ZEB

Is someone there?

(MAC is unsure what to do.  He looks around and sees a pistol.  He pulls it from a dead man’s hand and points it at ZEB)

ZEB (CONT.)

Please, I need help.  My gun… it backfired… I can’t see.

(MAC looks around and doesn’t see anyone else alive. He looks at the gun, points it, but can’t shoot)

MAC

I should put you out of your misery.

ZEB

It’s only my eyes… just my eyes… 

MAC

Geez, you’re just a kid.

ZEB

My daddy’s a general… I wanted to fight with him… I wanted to make him proud.

MAC

Instead you shoot yourself in the face.

ZEB

It’s not funny.

MAC

It’s a little funny.

ZEB

You gonna help me or not?

(MAC looks at the gun and considers. He raises it and shoots but it’s out of bullets)

MAC

Well, I tried.

(MAC throws the gun aside and starts to leave)

ZEB

Wait. Please. You can’t leave me here.

MAC

I think I can.

ZEB

Please, mister. I’ll do anything… my family’s rich.

(MAC pauses and considers)

MAC

So… what you want me to do?

ZEB

Get me to a medic.

MAC

They’ve all cleared out. Ain’t no medics around here.  I could sure use a nurse though.

ZEB

A nurse, witch doctor... anything.

MAC

Ain’t no witch doctors around here either kid. Let’s see if you can get on your feet.

(MAC helps up ZEB. ZEB can stand)

MAC (CONT.)

Just the eyes, eh?

ZEB

That’s right.

MAC

No clue where your camp is… or mine. 

ZEB

You from a different division?

MAC

Yup.

ZEB

There’s a town just south of here.  I have some cousins there.  They can help.

MAC

South eh?

ZEB

Something wrong.

MAC

Hang on…

(MAC lets go of ZEB and pulls off his jacket.  He grabs a jacket from a dead Confederate soldier and puts it on. He goes back to Zeb)

MAC (CONT.)

Ready?

ZEB

Thanks so much… I really appreciate this.  I’ll make this worth your while. 

MAC

You better.

ZEB

So where you from?

MAC

Here and there. I haven't really settled anywhere.

ZEB

Maybe one of sisters could get you to settle down.

MAC

Geez kid. First you offer me your money and then your sisters?

ZEB

I have a lot of sisters.

(They laugh)

ZEB (cont.)

I'm the only son. The only boy after a lot of sisters. My father cares a lot about me. He’ll be very thankful you helped me.

MAC

That's what I'm counting on.

ZEB

I'm so thankful for you. You're a gift from God. 

(MAC laughs)

MAC

I've never been called that before. God hasn't sent much good my way.

ZEB

God has been very good to me.

MAC 

Like making you blind?

ZEB

And then letting me live. How many men lived through that battle? You, me… Who else?

MAC

A lot of dead… A lot of killing.

ZEB

I've never killed anyone. This was my first battle.

MAC

You darn near killed yourself.

ZEB

I'm not the hero my daddy hoped for.

MAC

The only heroes you hear about are the dead ones. I'd rather be alive.

ZEB

I need to rest.

MAC

Geez kid. We only took like ten steps.

ZEB

Please. My legs are shaking. I need water.

MAC

I got whiskey.

ZEB

Anything.

(ZEB drinks some and coughs)

MAC

You ain't drink much either. You're quite the dandy.

ZEB

If I don't make it, can you take my body to my family?

MAC

You don't look that bad kid. I will get you home. Besides I don't think they'll be showing me with rewards if I deliver your dead body.

ZEB

I'll write a note or something.  

MAC

How you gonna do that blind boy?

ZEB

I don't know. I feel like I am losing my mind along with my eyes. The world is different when you can't see. It seems so much smaller… so much colder.

MAC

You need a blanket or something kid?

ZEB 

So cold.

MAC

Hang on kid. I'll get help. I'm going up that hill so see how close we are to a town or a camp or something.

(MAC runs off)

ZEB

Wait… I see something… Who are you? Are you here to help? Are you a nurse? Or an angel? I wish I could touch you… You look so warm… And I'm so cold. Please come closer… Hold me.

(ZEB falls - MAC returns)

MAC

I can't see nothing. Kid! You okay? Kid, wake up! Dammit! Don't die on me! I need that money and I need them sisters!

ZEB

It's the darkness again. I don't want the darkness again.

MAC

I thought I lost you for a minute.

ZEB

I wanted to be lost. I hurt so bad.

MAC 

We all hurt kid. All the time. That's how we know we're alive.

ZEB 

What's your name anyway?

MAC

Mac.

ZEB

Mac what?

MAC 

Just Mac.

ZEB

You can call me Zeb.

MAC

Zeb? That short for something.

ZEB

Yeah. Short for Zebulon. It's from the Bible.

MAC

Figured as much.

ZEB

You believe in angels?

MAC

I've met a few in my day. Them pretty ones that give you little look into heaven.

ZEB

I saw one. Just now. When you went away.

MAC

Don't you be seeing Angels. Get on your feet kid.

(MAC helps him up)

ZEB

She was so beautiful and so warm. I wanted so badly to feel her.

MAC

Nothing better than an angel on a cold night.

ZEB

Is it night? It feels like night.

MAC

It's the Middle of the day now - I hope we're still not out here tonight. I have no idea how far we have to go though.

ZEB

Thank you for helping me.

MAC

Don't thank me yet. I ain't got you home and I don't see nothing close. You better be really rich and your sisters better be really pretty or this ain't worth it.

ZEB

We’re very rich… But my sisters ain't pretty.

(They laugh)

MAC

I can live with that.

(They laugh more - (then Zeb starts coughing uncontrollably - he pushes MAC away and falls to his knees. He coughs up blood)

ZEB

I'm a mess.

MAC

I've seen worse.

ZEB

At least you see something. I can't see… Anything.

MAC 

We have to keep walking.

ZEB

I want you to help me write a note to my family, in case I don't make it.

MAC

I told you…

ZEB

I thought about that.  I will mention something in it that only I would know so they know it's really from me.

MAC

I can't write it… Cause I can't write - can't read neither. So focus on staying alive.

ZEB

Then let me give you something now in case I don't make it. If I give you this I want you to promise you’ll get me back to my family dead or alive.

MAC

Kid, you ain't gonna die…

(Zeb holds out a gold watch)

MAC

Is that gold?

ZEB

Hand crafted in Europe.

MAC

It's beautiful.

ZEB

It's yours… If you promise…

MAC

I promise.  

(MAC looks in amazement at the watch)

ZEB

Thank you, Mac. It brings me peace knowing you’ve made this pledge to me and are bound to deliver me to my family. We are a well known family in Virginia… 

MAC

This gives me an idea. You got anything else worth something I can trade and get us a horse. A horse would be a mighty nice way to get you home.

ZEB

I might have something. He pulls out some items from his jacket.

MAC

It's a picture - somebody drew - a pretty slave girl.

(ZEB reaches for it and MAC gives it to him)

ZEB

That's Aphrodite. Father always gives our slaves Greek names. She was my favorite. 

I fell in love with her. I know I shouldn't have but she was always so kind to me. She’d do anything I'd ask her. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't help loving her. I never knew if she really loved me though. She was obedient and attentive and kind but I knew she couldn't really love me… too dangerous, too forbidden. But I loved her just the same. I drew a lot of pictures of her. She was always happy to pose for me. That was her favorite thing to do she told me. And I loved it too. We were so happy then. I wanted to be an artist before the war. But the war changed everything. Father wanted me to be a great soldier like him but you see how that turned out. Why my eyes? It could have been my ears or my legs but why my eyes? I can't live without my eyes. They are how I live - they are everything to me.

(MAC sighs)

MAC

You got anything else in that jacket kid?

ZEB

Ah… Some coins.

MAC

That'll do. Thanks kid. I'm gonna go get us a horse.

ZEB

A horse, my kingdom for a horse.

(MAC feels a bit of guilt)

MAC 

Here's my flask - drink it - it'll keep you warm - here's an extra jacket too - I'll try to be quick.

ZEB

Thank you Mac - safe journey - I'll pray for you. 

(ZEB drinks then coughs - touches the picture)

My angel - my angel Aphrodite - I miss you.

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for you are with me… You are with me… And comfort me my angel.

END OF SCRIPT

"It's Just Right" Comedy Monologue for Male by D. M. Larson From the play “A Little Private Education”

“It’s Just Right”

Comedy Monologue for Male by D. M. Larson

From the published play “A Little Private Education”

ISBN-13: 978-1532853111

(LUKE runs a private school out of his home and it is paid for by a wealthy woman named Mrs. Poke who is coming to visit him this evening. Mrs. Poke has hinted at wanting to have more than a business relationship with him)

LUKE

(Rushing around. Steps on something)

Aw! Another crayon! I'll never get this place clean. Mrs. Poke will think I'm running a pig stye.

(Steps on another crayon)

Aw! Die evil crayon.

(Stomps crayon to death)

I feel much better now. I hope everything is okay in here. I want it to be comfortable for her.

(Pulls out something from the school)

But I want it to look like a school.

(Pulls out something else from the school)

A really good school.

(Pulls out more)

Now it's a mess again.

(Cleans up)

Music. That's what we need.

(Turns on. Tunes. Hard rock)

Too loud.

(Tunes. Easy listening. Dances to it funny)

Ew! Not that.

(Tunes . 70's Disco. Does a Saturday Night Fever impression)

I can feel the polyester already. (Tunes)

There must be something Mrs. Poke would like.

(Tunes. Classical)

Not too loud. Not too soft. Not too suggestive. And to quote that famous philosopher Goldilocks, "It’s just right.”

(Knock at door)

Here she is. Breathe, Luke, breathe.

(Goes for door)

Coming.

(Opens door. He sees Mrs. Poke who is in a sexy outfit)

Uh… Wow… I mean… Uh… ... hi.

END OF SCENE

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"Gone With The Flush" duologue for 2 males

"Gone With The Flush"

duologue for 2 males

from the published play "A Little Private Education"

ISBN-13: 978-1532853111

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LUKE

Today was science day. We were doing experiments and some of my students decided to find out how many paper clips it takes to plug a toilet.

PLUM

And you let them?

LUKE

I didn't know about it. They took turns in there. I thought they were doing what people normally do in bathrooms.

PLUM

Did you start to wonder after they were in there awhile?

LUKE

Look. Are you going to fix it or not?

PLUM

Hey, you're paying me the emergency service rate. I'm staying.

(LUKE cleans up during the rest of the scene)

LUKE

I had to do the emergency rate. Nobody could come for a week otherwise.

PLUM

Besides, my horoscope said during a crisis I will find romance. I thought this might be it.

LUKE

Sorry, I'm not interested.

PLUM

I didn't mean you.

LUKE

Good. I hope not.

PLUM

Got any cute babes around here?

LUKE

None over eighteen. Sorry.

PLUM

I sure hope some other crisis comes up then. I need a date.

LUKE

Who knows maybe you'll find a beautiful woman clogging my toilet? That would make a great TV movie. They could call it Romancing the Toilet. Or Gone with the Flush. Or While You Were Flushing.

PLUM

So where's the John?

LUKE

The what?

PLUM

The throne. The porcelain god.

LUKE

(Realizes)

The toilet. I'm a little slow today. Sorry. It's right through there. Enjoy.

PLUM

So this is a school, huh?

LUKE

No, actually it's a nuclear test site. Couldn't you tell?

PLUM

You definitely sound like you've had a hard day. You seem a little touchy.

LUKE

Look at this place. The kids destroyed it. A whole summer of research and idealism down the drain.

PLUM

Don't you mean, down the toilet?

LUKE

Plumber humor, right?

PLUM

(Chuckling)

Yeah.

LUKE

Well, I don't like it.

PLUM

Sorry.

LUKE

Aren't you supposed to be doing something?

PLUM

I don't know. Am I?

LUKE

I'm paying you by the hour aren't I?

PLUM

Hey, I'm in no hurry. You're my last job today.

LUKE

Well, I am in a hurry! Get moving will you.

PLUM

Fine. I was trying to be customer friendly.

LUKE

I can find cheaper friends on a street corner.

PLUM

I need to go downstairs to get my tools.

LUKE

Why didn't you bring them up with you?

PLUM

I just wanted to make sure this was the right place first.

(Exits)

LUKE

Why can't teachers get paid by the hour? (Gets a calculator)

Let's see Mr. Plum gets $100 an hour. (Adds up)

If I got that for eights hours of school, along with two hours of planning and correcting papers a night. Add some hours for parent teacher conferences, science fairs, Christmas plays... $216,000. Not bad. Maybe we should let big business run education after all.

END OF SCENE

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“Down the Drain” Comedy Monologue for Male by D. M. Larson From the play “A Little Private Education”

“Down the Drain”

Comedy Monologue for Male by D. M. Larson

From the play “A Little Private Education”

ISBN-13: 978-1532853111

(LUKE has called a plumber who has just arrived at LUKE’s school. LUKE explains what is going on to him)

LUKE

Today was science day. We were doing experiments and some of my students decided to find out how many paper clips it takes to plug a toilet. I didn't know about it. They took turns in there. I thought they were doing what people normally do in bathrooms. Look. Are you going to fix it or not? I had to do the emergency rate. Nobody could come for a week otherwise.

(Realizes)

The toilet? It's right through there. Enjoy. No, actually it's a nuclear test site. Couldn't you tell? Look at this place. The kids destroyed it. A whole summer of research and idealism out the window...

(fake laugh)

Oh, very funny. Yes, it’s down the drain.

(fake smile)

Plumber humor, right?

(mad face)

Well, I don't like it. Aren't you supposed to be doing something? I'm paying you by the hour aren't I? Well, I am in a hurry! Get moving will you. I can find cheaper friends on a street corner. Why didn't you bring your tools up with you? Go get them!

(Plumber exits)

Why can't teachers get paid by the hour?

(Gets a calculator)

Let's see Mr. Plum the Plumber gets $100 an hour.

(Adds up)

If I got that for eights hours of school, along with two hours of planning and correcting papers a night. Add some hours for parent teacher conferences, science fairs, Christmas plays... $216,000. Not bad. Maybe we should let big business run education after all.

END OF MONOLOGUE

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