In case of emergency. Even if I didnt see anything else, I did see you. 0000034428 00000 n And in the middle of this burning I am supposed to envision my life, Mary. You cant do that. . 0000033008 00000 n Meanwhile, I endure an incredible torture; even up to this bridal. They wanted me to hurt because healing me gave them a reason to live, a reason to continue to believe in themselves. ), Only (He hands it to Rosalie. . Dartmouth. (narration for Jonathan Winters written by), See production, box office & company info. And so far Ive looked closely at 1,352,769. ' Oh Dad , Poor Dad senseless , strange and unforgettable. (beat, standing) They say great beasts once roamed this world. If by your art, my dearest father, you havePut the wild waters in this roar, allay them.The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,But that the sea, mounting to the welkins cheek,Dashes the fire out. Sir, I desire you do me right and justice;And to bestow your pity on me: forI am a most poor woman, and a stranger,Born out of your dominions; having hereNo judge indifferent, nor no more assuranceOf equal friendship and proceeding. Your fathers gone, youre gone. Kopit was on a postgraduate scholarship from Harvard University when he entered the play in a playwriting contest. Youre Virtual Dad! (Beat.) The lenses I had, because Ma-Ma-Mother gave me a set of lenses so I could see my stamps better. 0000020348 00000 n Just like our marriage is an abortion. My dad is an entomologist, so . . ), A monologue from the play by J. Thalia Cunningham. And yetI honored thee, as the wise will deem, rightly.Never had I been a mother of children,or if a husband had been moldering in death,would I have taken this task upon me in the citys despite.What law, ye ask, is my warrant for that word?The husband lost, another might have been found,and child from another, to replace the first-born;but, father and mother hidden with Hades,no brothers life could ever bloom for me again.Such was the law whereby I held thee first in honor;but Creon deemed me guilty of error therein,and of outrage, ah brother mine!And now he leads me thus, a captive in his hands;no bridal bed, no bridal song hath been mine,no joy of marriage, no portion in the nurture of children; but thus, forlorn of friends, unhappy one, I go living to the vaults of death.And what law of Heaven have I transgressed?Why, hapless one, should I look to the gods anymorewhat ally should I invokewhen by pietyI have earned the name of impious? And I had it killed because this must all end! Your blood ringed my lips as I rushed forth to gather you in my arms, but they wouldnt even let me hold you once more. . They shoved each other and threatened to duel when they thought it was their turn to dance. But lately I have started to wonder if maybe we just say that to make ourselves feel better. 0000016016 00000 n Whenever I wanted something I could here that voice telling me to stop, to be careful, to live most of my life unlived. Why did you come almost close enoughand no closer? A few times a week, you know, they come in here and prod me. 0 Youre sucking all my energy up in your silence. 0000022469 00000 n That would feel sooo good. Youre right, I cant pretend to understand what youre going through. Do you think that youre the only one who doesnt get a visit? (Rue lets out a big exhale. I havent come here on any but equal terms. Lily Dale They Shoot Fat Women (TV) Sisterhood of Traveling Pants Quilters Annie Quilters 2 Quilters 3 Quilters 4 Nuts Oh Dad, Poor Dad Classic Monologues (pre 1904) CLICK HERE FOR THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AYLI = As You Like It MOV = Merchant of Venice R & J = Romeo & Juliet MAAN = Much Ado About nothing A monologue from the play by Tracey Scott Wilson. So I ran away, crossed the shining sea and when I finally set foot back on sole ground the first thing I heard was that goddamn voice. Well, sir I happen to have nearly a billion sta-stamps. xref What have I gained by thee but infamy?Thou hast stained the spotless honour of my house,And frightened thence noble society:Like those which, sick o th palsy, and retainIll-scenting foxes bout them, are still shunnedBy those of choicer nostrils. Dan's dad, Eugene Levy, hilariously makes a cameo during the opening monologue. 0000017425 00000 n Its a reason to get up in the morning. If I close my eyes, I can hear the sound of Oberyns skull breaking. In the film version, Harris reprised her role of Rosalie from the 1962 Off-Broadway version of the play.[3]. Just kind of messed up. (Pause. Bleed until its dark. Home Is it decreed [lit. On April 3rd 1972, a C5A Galaxy transport plane with 243 infants, children, volunteers, and crew took off from Saigon as part of Operation Babylift. 0000034128 00000 n The OPA Monologues. He will not useHis past experience, like a man of sense,To judge the present need, but lends an earTo any croaker if he augurs ill.Since then my counsels naught avail, I turnTo thee, our present help in time of trouble,Apollo, Lord Lycean, and to theeMy prayers and supplications here I bring.Lighten us, lord, and cleanse us from this curse!For now we all are cowed like marinersWho see their helmsman dumbstruck in the storm. The director was Jerome Robbins. O, I have sufferedWith those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,Dashd all to pieces. There is nowhere to chain love to vows and ceremony. Just let me help you, Gavin. It hurts so much. I like to think about what was going on the year the grapes were growing; how the sun was shining; if it rained. You do whatever you want. And then it begins its steady, inevitable decline. But I couldnt leave. only to keep in sight of your torn red sweater, racing about the vacant lot you played in. 0000026584 00000 n To know it, you must walk. Ive never heard anyone say Im happy and actually feel it. It struck me as amusing. After having conquered two kings, couldst thou fail in obtaining a crown? I dont think it matters. The snake doesnt care how much you love your children. Did I tell this,Who would believe me? After the wedding she moved in. . No Comments . At least thats what I thought. Let me wear it a little longer, Mother! When I wrote a play, I found that I lost myself as Arthur Kopit and I just wrote down what the characters said. I like to think about all the people who tended and picked the grapes. Did not the judge style itA house of penitent whores? it never succeeds in either extinguishing the love, or accepting the lover! Select Page. When we returned, we found her side of the closet empty. . I wish I could share that I wish, that everyone, if only for one moment, could feel that awe, and humility, and hope. 0000016547 00000 n And him, O wondrous him!O miracle of men! The truth is, I have no fashion sense never did. I survived losing my first love, Eve, because I was scared to be gay. and hear your playmates calling you, Johnny, Johnny! How it went through me, just to hear your name called! Yes, I remember the long afternoons of our childhood, when I had to stay indoors to practice my music. He made you believe that you needed to be without fault in order to be loved. But those phrases were invented by professors at universities. [1] Kopit explained: "I had been writing short stories, and I was having a lot of trouble with the narrative point of view. . him did you leave,Second to none, unseconded by you,To look upon the hideous god of warIn disadvantage; to abide a fieldWhere nothing but the sound of Hotspurs nameDid seem defensible: so you left him.Never, O never, do his ghost the wrongTo hold your honour more precise and niceWith others than with him! My mom barely goes out. I swear one night Im going to go out, and Im just not going to come home. She has learned that her friend, Martina, a gang member, is HIV+. 0000012401 00000 n Did I feel that? No. Im not crying for myself. ), Isnt that right? But Mary, I open my eyes every morning and all I want is a pipe to smoke. 0000034695 00000 n Tomb, bridal chamber,eternal prison in the caverned rock,whither I go to find mine own, thosemany who have perished, and whomPersephone hath received among the dead!Last of all shall I pass thither, and far mostmiserably of all, before the term of my life is spent.But I cherish good hope that my coming will bewelcome to my father, and pleasant to thee, my mother, and welcome, brother, to thee; for, when you died,with mine own hands I washed and dressed you,and poured drink-offerings at your graves;and now, Polyneices, tis for tending thy corpsethat I win such recompense as this. 0000007327 00000 n The principal roles were originated on Broadway by Hermione Gingold (Madame Rosepettle), Sam Waterston (Jonathan, her awkward son), Alix Elias (Rosalie, seductive babysitter), and Sndor Szab (Commodore Roseabove). No teachers. Your last roar of passion before you settle into your emeritus years. And I say this at our meetings, and they are all very supportive, but the fire only goes down a little bit. In law school, I changed my name to sound more New England.. from my mother?My courage fails, now know I what to speak,Pouring libations on my fathers tomb.Or shall I pray, as holy wont enjoins,That to the senders of these chaplets, heRequital may accord, ay! I know now that its over. let them alone:The marshal and the archbishop are strong:Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers,To-day might I, hanging on Hotspurs neck,Have talkd of Monmouths grave. (showing him the houses). Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mamma's Hung You in the Closet and I'm Feelin' So Sad: A Pseudoclassical Tragifarce in a Bastard French Tradition, Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mamma's Hung You in the Closet and I'm Feelin' So Sad, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Oh_Dad,_Poor_Dad,_Mamma%27s_Hung_You_in_the_Closet_and_I%27m_Feelin%27_So_Sad_(film)&oldid=1106553380, This page was last edited on 25 August 2022, at 05:42. I stood at a distance, halfway down the block. . I dont know what to do. That is, until it peaks, like your 61. (She turns and looks upon the palace door. Changing Lanes 8. 0000027457 00000 n I was obviously not faking it and yet no one could find the reason for the pain. A monologue from the play by Winsome Pinnock. But instead I locked myself in my dorm room and refused to come out to greet them. My mother had had the same exact bathrobe in blue. Is not that glimmer there afar That dying exhalation that pale star A tiny taper, which, with trembling blazeFlickering twixt struggling flames and dying rays,With ineffectual sparkMakes the dark dwelling place appear more dark?Yes, for its distant light,Reflected dimly, brings before my sightA dungeons awful gloom,Say rather of a living corse, a living tomb;And to increase my terror and surprise,Drest in the skins of beasts a man there lies:A piteous sight,Chained, and his sole companion this poor light.Since then we cannot fly,Let us attentive to his words draw nigh,Whatever they may be. Im alone. Cause if youre getting a divorce, you havent changed a bit. It took everything. SEVEN ARTS / RAY STARK In Association With PARAMOUNT PICTURES Presents/ Oh Dad,/ Poor Dad,/ Mamma's Hung You/ In The Closet/ And I'm Feelin'/ So Sad/ [credit block]. what friend of mineThat had to him derived your anger, did IContinue in my liking? Isnt that true? Pitiless fate, whose severity separates my glory and my desires! Brienne the Beauty they called me. I can take off any day this week and Ill pay for it out of my own pocket. And and Im very glad. How to destroy Ellaria Sand, the woman who murdered my only daughter. racks? But then I would wake up and the voice would start all over again. Ah, ah the fire! Bowling, playing poker, art . Youre good at it. Im somebody now, Harry. A few years later my dad got remarried to a lovely woman. Some may claim that slavery has ended. I wake up and I think.again? My telescope. 0000041477 00000 n I feel my spirit divided into two portions; if my courage is high, my heart is inflamed [with love]. dead Henrys woundsOpen their congeald mouths and bleed afresh!Blush, Blush, thou lump of foul deformity;For tis thy presence that exhales this bloodFrom cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells;Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural,Provokes this deluge most unnatural.O God, which this blood madest, revenge his death!O earth, which this blood drinkst revenge his death!Either heaven with lightning strike themurderer dead,Or earth, gape open wide and eat him quick,As thou dost swallow up this good kings bloodWhich his hell-governd arm hath butchered! Oh Dad, Poor Dad Comedy Monologue - By Arthur Kopit Jonathan | Performed by Andrew Hardman | - YouTube Oh Dad, Poor Dad Comedy Monologue - By Arthur Kopit JonathanSubscribe for. Because this isnt a convention weekend with your secretary, is it? Flying some-where, far away. You will lie with the rest of your kind in the dirt your dreams forgotten. A monologue from the play by Arthur Kopit Jonathan Well, I made it out of lenses and tubing. I found the letters you wrote to him as a child, and I read them. One-two-three one-two-three. (Detective doesnt answer.) We must never let them take it from us. Ive worn a mask every day of my life. By Cherl Wilson Lantern staff writer Arthur Koplt ' s "Oh Dad , Poor Dad , Mama ' s Hung You in the Closet and I'm Feelin' So Sad" is a strange play that makes little sense during the performance , but will remain in the recesses of the mind long after it is over . Um, these, uh A preoccupation with my own mortality. You can hear it, cant you? I was there that day when Ser Gregor crushed your lovers head. Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mamma's Hung You in the Closet and I'm Feelin' So Sad - Monologue (Jonathan) All monologues are property and copyright of their owners. .for they, when hunters steal their youngferociously pursueand slay them, till they reach the seaand plunge beneath its waves.Not tigresses, but timid hares,not Spaniards, but barbarians,too chicken-hearted to denyyour women to other men!Why not wear distaffs at your waists?Why gird on useless swords?I swear to God we women aloneshall make those tyrants payfor our indignities, and billthose traitors for our blood.And you, you effete effeminates,I sentence to be stonedas spinsters, pansies, queens and cowards,and forced henceforth to wearour bonnets and our overskirts,with painted, powdered faces.Our valorous Commander meansto have Frondoso hangeduncharged, untried and uncondemnedfrom yonder battlements.Hell serve all you unmanly menthe same, and Ill rejoice;for when this honourable townis womanless, that ageshall dawn which once amazed the world,the age of Amazons. But what does it mean the right man? for how many sorrows [lit. Here she is talking to a detective about the crime. Most of the time, most days, I feel ..nothing. BBC "Peter Capaldi's monologue from 'The Zygon Inversion' is a phenomenal scene where he. Far from the cities that have paved the world away, and the farms which had turned it into a resource. And yet, Ive seen it. Then they performed the ritual to make us brave. At least you get letters. Im crying for you. The little girl-dress suits me better than that old sack. that I [shall] die whether it be accomplished, or whether it be not accomplished. (beat). I was the first person in the family to graduate from college. Qyburn here is the cleverest man I know. . We would lunch someplace while shopping. Id like to help you out with that myself, if thats all right with you. You really should be in therapy, you know. (Pause.) 0000033864 00000 n Here, he has come home for a while, and she tells him what she thinks of his being an absentee father. ), So I built a telescope in case the plane ever came back again. If you are too weak, you will be eaten. Mother brought back from her last hunting trip to Zanzibar. Great joke. No one said a word. If only he hadnt taunted him. ), I dont know if it was a girl dressed like a guy or a guy dressed like a girl dressed like a guy. Because mostly I feel rage. 0000017129 00000 n You said, lets talk truthfully, even shamelessly, then! Are are they by any chance yours? I cant tell if youre coming or going. Its everywhere. 0000010146 00000 n What do you know? Quiche isn't Sexy - humorous monologue about romantic disappointment. Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mamma's Hung You in the Closet and I'm Feelin' So Sad is a 1967 American black comedy film directed by Richard Quine, based on the 1962 play Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mamma's Hung You in the Closet and I'm Feelin' So Sad: A Pseudoclassical Tragifarce in a Bastard French Tradition by Arthur L. Kopit. You can think yourself lucky if one fine morning your little precious doesnt cut her sleeves off or come home in the evening without shoes and stockings. All her clothes were gone. Can I move this?. Youre selfish, do you know that? A monologue from the screenplay by Robert Harling. firm, she lost everything when her husband absconded with all her money. It wasnt a miscarriage. Drama Notebook holds a monthly Monologue Contest open to kids and teens from around the world. But today, you decide. Maybe it wont. And I dont feel sad, either. 0000035304 00000 n A monologue from the tv series created by Vince Gilligan & Peter Gould, Hi. What have I got Harry, hmm? I try to find ways to make myself feel something more and more and more it doesnt make any difference. Bide my time. 0000043110 00000 n Why have you made my dress so long, Mother? 0000021635 00000 n I thought about having Ser Gregor crush your skull the way he did Oberyns. Oh, this one has three bedrooms. . These feelings of futility in relation to my work. A monologue from the play 'Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mamma's Hung you in the Closet . It was a girl. When my daughter was taken from me, my only daughter well you cant imagine how that feels unless youve lost a child. And if I wanted something I could just reach out and take it. I know movings a big deal. She was mine and you took her from me. (Pause. I realized as a woman how lucky I was. His pokes left little indentations all over my body because there was no life in my skin. Instead, I stand before you, mask off, to tell you the Gods honest. He could have walked away and left poor Ser Gregor to die. 0000009043 00000 n An entirely new music score was added too.[2]. what I (Slight pause. Read the play here Student Edition|Regular Edition, A monologue from the play by Frank Wedekind. Electric blue. 0000018644 00000 n If I concentrated long enough I could make the pain appear by an effort of will. Filming was completed by July 1965. I am not yet divorced, Im being investigated by the FBI, Im carrying the child of another man and Im not really a junkie. And later they call me to thank me for teaching them what love is, and, and that I taught them to care and respect women!. Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mama's Hung You in the Closet and I'm Feeling So Sad (16) 4.9 1 h 26 min 1967 7+ A domineering mother and her sheltered son fly face first into love, murder, and the meaning of family in this black comedy based on Arthur Kopit's Broadway play. Every single thing I ever made Painted All of it just torched to high hell. Ive coerced witnesses, got clients to lie on the stand, bullied students to tears, manipulated jurors like you. Featuring Robin Reck, Tony Strowd, Emery Erin, Manolo Santalla, Anna Lynch, Jorge A. Silva, Brian David Clarke, Andrew Quilpa, and Chema Pineda-Fernndez. I survived the sexual abuse by my uncle when I was 11. . And Guy, you are such a good decent man. Described by the author as a "farce in three scenes", the story involves an overbearing mother who travels to a luxury resort in the Caribbean, bringing along her son and her deceased husband, preserved and in his casket. His aim was to enter the work in a school playwriting contest, never anticipating that it would bring him worldwide acclaim at the age of twenty-three. oh dad, poor dad monologue female. Ah, you say that isnt true. 0000029197 00000 n [2], The play opened Off-Broadway at the Phoenix Repertory Theatre on February 26, 1962. That first morning she was there, I was eating breakfast with a few of my siblings when my new stepmom walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Ive never owned a house. 67/53. [5], The play was turned into a film of the same name in 1967 starring Rosalind Russell, Robert Morse and Barbara Harris and directed by Richard Quine. Shes so beautiful. Every single of my exs, theyre now married! And Im already dead. With hundreds of people inside it. (Pause.) Oh yes, my nose would finally be able to smell the sweet scent of roses. people make all these fucking promises. 1187 0 obj <> endobj Renjun turns his attention to the plants in front of him. Is it sinful to think of such things, Mother? And we can convince ourselves that friends is good, right? You just came home in time for the funerals, Stella. The only problem is that the husband has been dead for quite some time, and his wife had him stuffed and carries him around with her. Not even my parents. Now, by my life,Old fools are babes again; and must be usedWith cheques as flatteries,when they are seen abused.Remember what I tell you. It was true for years. Character: Andrew Clark is a high school jock who's got issues with his father. Who knows? We never owned anything. Lets talk about what youre feeling. He slit your throat, a flash of unbearable pain, while a soldier about my age held a cup to collect your blood. Ive never cried so hard in my life. Published 11/08/2020 | By. 0000022195 00000 n Or which of your friendsHave I not strove to love, although I knewHe were mine enemy? That almost happened to me once, Mary. Now I wish you would tell mewhy didnt it happen between us? I got no one to care for. A monologue from the tv series created by Sam Levinson. . Read the play here Folger| No Fear Shakespeare, Watch the movie 2010 (Helen Mirren)|2017 (Royal Shakespeare Company). O yet, for Gods sake, go not to these wars!The time was, father, that you broke your word,When you were more endeared to it than now;When your own Percy, when my hearts dear Harry,Threw many a northward look to see his fatherBring up his powers; but he did long in vain.Who then persuaded you to stay at home?There were two honours lost, yours and your sons.For yours, the God of heaven brighten it!For his, it stuck upon him as the sunIn the grey vault of heaven, and by his lightDid all the chivalry of England moveTo do brave acts: he was indeed the glassWherein the noble youth did dress themselves:He had no legs that practised not his gait;And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish,Became the accents of the valiant;For those that could speak low and tardilyWould turn their own perfection to abuse,To seem like him: so that in speech, in gait,In diet, in affections of delight,In military rules, humours of blood,He was the mark and glass, copy and book,That fashiond others.