Jesse has struggles at home which cause him to lash out at his girlfriend. In this monologue he seeks forgiveness from her. this affliction of love, and has never let go of me since, but kept on growing. I’ve lived next door to you all the days of my life,

Choosing a one minute monologue can be rather detailed, but it doesn’t have to be. We should focus on what we most want to convey about our talents and select a monologue that best expresses them. Remember, you’ll always have competition, but there is only one you. I am not yet divorced, I’m being investigated by the FBI, I’m carrying the child of another man and I’m not really a junkie. We’d laugh about how great our lives turned out and make plans for the things we were still going to do. I wore it on Sundays for my gentlemen callers ! I had it on the day I met your father. I had malaria fever all that spring. The change of climate from East Tennessee to the Delta – weakened resistance I had a little temperature all the time – not enough to be serious – just enough to make me restless and giddy. Invitations poured in – parties all over the Delta! – ‘Stay in bed,’ said mother, ‘you have fever!’ – but I just wouldn’t. – I took quinine but kept on going, going ! Evenings, dances ! – Afternoons, long, long rides! Picnics. – lovely! – So lovely, that country in May. – All lacy with dogwood, literally flooded with jonquils! – That was the spring I had the craze for jonquils. Jonquils became an absolute obsession. Mother said, ‘Honey, there’s no more room for jonquils.’ And still I kept on bringing in more jonquils. Whenever, wherever I saw them, I’d say, “Stop ! Stop! I see jonquils ! I made the young men help me gather the jonquils ! It was a joke, Amanda and her jonquils ! Finally there were no more vases to hold them, every available space was filled with jonquils. No vases to hold them? All right, I’ll hold them myself – And then I – (She stops in front of the picture.) met your father ! Malaria fever and jonquils and then – this – boy…. (She switches on the rose-coloured lamp.) I hope they get here before it starts to rain.”You can’t do that. The rules are different here. Don’t you understand? There isn’t enough pity to go round. I really like you… I don’t really agree with most of your opinions…but I don’t meet a lot of people who can actually make me think, you know? And who can hold their own in an interesting discussion. And who I’m totally hot for at the same time. You know? And Jules talking about how we’re gonna live together when she goes off to college and sleep in the same bed, and be together forever. For the next three years, they were allowed to see each other only once a year for two hours. But they wrote the most incredible, passionate letters every day, and they really made those two hours count. Thanks to her efforts, my grandfather was finally released, and they moved to the U.S. But every year, to this day, they spend a couple of weeks apart and then when they miss each other so much they can’t stand it, they meet in a tiny hotel room for exactly two hours and re-live the passion of their youth. Monologue: I just wanna say… there will come a time when, you know, all of us are dead. It might be tomorrow. Might be a million years from now but… it’s gonna happen. And when it does, enough generations will come and go, there’ll be no one left to remember Cleopatra. Or Mozart. Or Muhammad Ali, let alone any of us. Oblivion’s inevitable, dude. And if that scares you, well, I suggest you ignore it. God knows it’s what everyone else does.

For those that may have trouble selecting one minute monologues we have narrowed it down. We’ve put together a list of some of the best monologues for women. In the right context, they’ll display on-point emotion and capture the attention of those in the room. Mean Girls: The Musical “I Died for 15 Seconds” Step into the streets without looking and the carriage merely stops or swerves; the only consequence an angry driver. Now I wish you would tell me—why didn’t it happen between us? Why did I fail? Why did you come almost close enough—and no closer? 7. THE MOONLIGHT ROOM

Why choose a one-minute monologue?

I don’t know. I’m just a kid. How would I know? All I know is that my adults, the ones assigned to me, they don’t seem to want me around, or I can put it differently, they don’t want to be around me. I been standing with you! I been right here with you, Troy. I got a life too. I gave eighteen years of my life to stand in the same spot with you. Don’t you think I ever wanted other things? Don’t you think I had dreams and hopes? What about my life? What about me? Don’t you think it ever crossed my mind to want to know other men? That I wanted to lay up somewhere and forget about my responsibilities? That I wanted someone to make me laugh so I could feel good? Zelda recounts finding a turtle in the road during her childhood in this thought-provoking monologue that questions how the actions of humans affect everything around us. This is a beautiful monologue for a female audition in the age range of the thirties, forties, and fifties. It always confused me, because I didn’t really know what it meant. But it did sound a lot calmer than the way I would describe it. Wait a minute, Noah. We’re not really breaking up forever, right? This is just a thing we’re having, a difference of opinion, and tomorrow it’ll be like it never happened, right? Because it still was kind of a special night for me…

Beatrix, the 17-year old president of the student body, after her “ex-friend” deviously cancels the prom. But when you say it, I’m looking at you, I believe you actually mean it. And I find that reassuring. Because mostly I feel rage. You were only a few months old. But already such a bright little girl! Laughing and chattering such pretty sounds. So, O.K., like the Haitians need to come to America but some people are all, “What about the sprain on our resources?” And it’s like, when I had this garden party for my father’s birthday and it’s all catered, you know, I said “R.S.V.P.” because it’s a sit down dinner. O.K.? People come that like, didn’t R.S.V.P.! And I’m buggin’. I have to haul ass to the kitchen, re-distribute the food and like squish in extra place-settings and people are on mismatched chairs and all. But by the end of the day it was like “the more, the merrier”. And so if the government could just get to the kitchen and re-arrange some things we could certainly party with Haitians. And in conclusion, may I remind you that it doesn’t say “R.S.V.P.” on the Statue of Liberty. Mary, every day really is a new day. But Mary, I open my eyes every morning and all I want is a pipe to smoke.I’d known death since I was a child. It’s everywhere. But it had never touched me. It had never placed it rotten finger on my heart. I lost 75 pounds. I lost 75 pounds! You say you’re sorry? You’re sorry?! You’re sorry?! After I wait for you! No, not just three years! My entire life! After I plan my future around our wedding. After I base my entire concept of self-esteem on the fact that you’re willing to marry me! And you’re sorry! Thank God my parents are dead, this would have killed ’em! Are you really… gay? Have a Clear Objective: A compelling monologue should depict a character actively pursuing an objective. Choose a piece where the character wants something from another character, creating a sense of tension and immediacy. This will add more depth to your performance. I’ve never heard anyone say I’m happy and actually feel it. People around me say it automatically in response to how are you doing?