Monologues from Little Shop of Horrors

Audrey - the girl, not the plant - has lived her entire life in Skid Row, dated abusive men, and here she speaks of what she has always wanted from life.

AUDREY:

I dream of a place where we could be together at last... It's just a daydream of mine. A little development that I dream of. Just off the interstate in a little suburb, far, far from urban Skid Row. The sweetest, greenest place - where everybody has the same little lawn out front and the same little flagstone patio out back. And all the houses are so neat and pretty... 'Cause they all look just alike. Oh, I dream about it all the time. Just me. And the toaster. And a sweet little guy - like Seymour...

Mushnik runs a flower shop in the city - where no one ever seems to buy flowers anymore. Today, one of his employees, Audrey, comes into work late, with a black eye that he doesn't notice until mid-lecture.

MUSHNIK:

So, she finally comes to work. Don't tell me good morning, what morning? It's two o'clock in the afternoon. Not that we had a customer. Who has customers when you run a flower shop on Skid Row? Audrey, you better go back there and see what Seymour's... Audrey, where did you get that shiner? Yes, that shiner... Audrey, that greasy boyfriend of yours - he's been beating on you again? Look, I know it's none of my business, but I'm beginning to think he's maybe not such a nice boy...

Seymour has lived his entire life on Skid Row, the poorest neighborhood in the city, as an orphan until Mr. Mushnik took him in and allowed him to work in the flower shop. He is a shy little puppy of a man, in love with the other employee in the flower shop, Audrey.

SEYMOUR:

I know you think Mr. Mushnik's too hard on me. But, I don't mind. After all, I owe him everything. He took me out of the Skid Row Home for Boys when I was just a little tyke. Gave me a warm place to sleep, under the counter. Nice things to eat like meatloaf and water. Floors to sweep and toilets to clean and every other Sunday off. A lotta garden clubs have been calling - asking me to give lectures - imagine me, giving lectures. I never even finished grade school. And, I know I need new clothes, Audrey, but I'm a very bad shopper. I don't have good taste like you.