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Monologues from Guys and DollsSky Masterson: When I was a young man about to go out into the world, my father says to me a very valuable thing. He says to me like this, "Son," the old guy says, "I am sorry that I am not able to bankroll you to a very large start, but not having any potatoes to give you I am now going to stake you to some very valuable advice. One of these days in your travels a guy is going to come to you and show you a nice brand-new deck of cards on which the seal is not yet broken, and this guy is going to offer to bet you that he can make the Jack of Spades jump out of the deck and squirt cider in your ear. But son, do not bet this man, for as sure as you stand there you are going to wind up with an earful of cider. Sarah is a very naive person, who has devoted her life to "saving" those who do not appear to want salvation. This monologue can be very comedic if Sarah is the picture of innocence and does not appear to realize how ridiculous she is. SARAH: Brothers and sisters, resist the Devil and he will flee from you. That is what the Bible tells us. And that is why I am standing here, in the Devil's own city, on the Devil's own street, prepared to do battle with the forces of evil. Hear me, you gamblers! With your dice, your cards, your horses! Pause and think before it is too late! You are in great danger! I am not speaking of the prison and the gallows, but of the greater punishment that awaits you! Repent before it is too late! Nathan is not a gambler, he is a facilitator of gambling. He is famous for running the "oldest established permanent floating crap game in New York." The Billmore Garage, the site he has selected for the next game, wants $1,000 dollars, which is perfect except he doesn't have the cash... But Sky Masterson does. NATHAN: Sky Masterson! There is the highest player of them all! Higher than anybody. Why do you think they call him Sky? That's how high he bets. I once saw him bet five thousand dollars on a cockroach. And another time he was sick, and he wouldn't take penicillin on account he had bet ten C's that his temperature would go to 102. He's so lucky it went to 106. Good old Sky. With him a thousand dollars ain't lending money - it's betting money. So why don't I bet him? Why don't I bet him a thousand on something? I ain't scared. I am perfectly willing to take the risk, providing I can figure out a bet on which there is no chance of losing... |
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