Irvine Welsh's Edinburgh-based tale of drugs, dole and self-destruction has sold over 400,000 copies, the film has won critical acclaim across England, Europe and America, while the stage version has played to packed houses throughout the country. But when you say it, Im looking at you, I believe you actually mean it. I still dont understand it. Just to show me how easily he could do it, thereby downgrading my own struggle. Well, the mask is off, so Im gonna say yes. It was a girl. Heroin makes you constipated. Home is a long way away for all of us. 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. Your father made you believe otherwise. Trainspotting at 25:Ten of the most memorable quotes from Danny Boyle's cult 1996 film (warning: Explicit Content!) Im supposed to set goals and maybe take night classes that will expand my horizons. There is no other option. Ones that are much more modern and appropriate for a 2016 audience. Others have been with me and my tribe and have had a great time. Its a reason to smile. It was nice. Wouldnt you want to improve it? I didnt want your son, Michael! Lets leave all these foolish people here and get on our way to the new revolution! But you know black kids dont really do that, do they? It was a girl. . Is this the journey I was meant to be on? Sir, call to mindThat I have been your wife, in this obedience,Upward of twenty years, and have been blestWith many children by you: if, in the courseAnd process of this time, you can report,And prove it too, against mine honour aught,My bond to wedlock, or my love and duty,Against your sacred person, in Gods name,Turn me away; and let the foulst contemptShut door upon me, and so give me up. Sweat, chills, nausea. I remember the first time I saw it. Merciful Heaven,Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous boltSplitst the unwedgeable and gnarled oakThan the soft myrtle: but man, proud man,Drest in a little brief authority,Most ignorant of what hes most assured,His glassy essence, like an angry ape,Plays such fantastic tricks before high heavenAs make the angels weep; who, with our spleens,Would all themselves laugh mortal. And you get to live again. I knew about Michelle. I shall die here. Did you hear that? Choose life. For the cancer to come back. . They they take needles and poke at my hands. I love you. Are you lonely for your long lost family, the one you never really wanted, or do people want families before theyre formed and then freak out that they cant manage them once they get them? Take Sick Boy, for instance. Thats the only good option. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. I might assuredly answer to thee. And until you do me right then everything you touch, They're lying! You do whatever you want. Time to let the healing begin. It was a total success! . I took all three this morning and now I've got eighteen hours to go until my next shot. (shake head) . Id throw my things in a cardboard box and run outside in my pajamas in bare feet. But here? (Hands on hips, standing proudly) . Simply find a script that matches the performance you want to deliver and begin rehearsing! Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Your bones will turn to sand. And I never even asked you for a God damn thing!!! Idle old man,That still would manage those authoritiesThat he hath given away! And as I sat watching an intimate and highly personal video, stolen only hours earlier from one of my best friends, I realized that something important was missing from my life. lets just say their enthusiasm overwhelmed me. For this you will need one room which you will not leave. No matter how often you go out and rob and fuck people over, you always need to get up and do it all over again. . a weak and divided person who stood in adoring awe of your singleness, of your strength. Then get out. I can hardly look at you standing by your bags. Too tired to stay awake, but the sickness is on its way. back in the day when I had no idea wtf is wrong with me, I would battle the dread of waking up as a "blank slate" every day by being obsessed with my internal narrative. From joker to little women to birds of prey to even Shakespeare and so much more here's everything you'll need. But I didnt. After having conquered two kings, couldst thou fail in obtaining a crown? We took morphine, diamorphine, cyclizine, codeine, temazepam, nitrazepam, phenobarbitone, sodium amytal, dextropropoxyphene, methadone, nalbuphine, pethidine, pentazocine, buprenorphine, dextromoramide, chlormethiazole. Oberyn looked beautiful that day. while things like Norsefire and the Articles of Allegiance became powerful. She has learned that her friend, Martina, a gang member, is HIV+. There was no noise, no tremble. Or make it a better place for all of us to live in? My sister is taking care of my children in Africa. INT: A BEDROOM ADRIENNE is pacing around her bedroom, talking on her cell phone to MARTHA, her ex-boyfriend's mother. Its like theres a fire burning in the center of my head, Mary, and the pipe is the water that will put it out. His touch stayed with me long after the pain had gone and I longed for it. But I dont want you to. I hurt myself, It doesnt hurt. Due to the failure of our justice system, our public defense system in particular, Jim Crow is alive and kicking; laws that made it illegal for blacks and whites to be buried in the same cemetery, that categorized people into quadroons and octaroons, that punished a black person for seeking medical attention in a white hospital. To give some meaning to our lives. Which means I married someone who lives in a world where, when a man comes to the edge of things, he has to commit to staying there and living there. Except that I loved her. Perfect Dornish beauty. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. ". Three sickly sweet doses of methadone a day instead of smack. Do any of you even have the mood to just smile for one second? Free Female Monologues for Acting Auditions. Her trying to get me to run away with her, even though I was, um, scared, and . Trainspotting 's classic 'Choose Life' monologue inspired an entire generation, and has been seen plastered to the wall of student bedrooms ever since. "Ellen Schoeters is a member of Actorama + where actors can upload a monologue or scene performance for peer review. On and on and on and on. Its terrifying. 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. You have no idea what that means. I'm playing like Paul-F***in'-Newman by the way. Quiche isn't Sexy - humorous monologue about romantic disappointment. I asked him to tell me about the other guys an' about us, like he's done before. Cause if youre getting a divorce, you havent changed a bit. Am I supposed to sit at home knitting and purling while you slink back like some penitent drunk? I command all of you to listen to me and support me! He who least regardsSuch brainsick fantasies lives most at ease. I went to a real estate office. Every single thing I ever made Painted All of it just torched to high hell. Well, boy you sure are wrong. And it has been with me for so long, that its comforting. Brienne the Beauty they called me. I cant stop laundering your money. Until today. But those phrases were invented by professors at universities. By looking at all of the above, the point argued in this essay is clear that this film is a typical Hollywood narrated film, even though there are some techniques used by the screenwriters and directors that lean towards the way non Hollywood films are narrated., I, Jack Merridew, would like for you to join my way of living. I lived that way for a long, long time. I couldnt bear to see her in another womans arms. A monologue from the play by Tracey Scott Wilson. You had rotten kids. . She gets the winter passion and I get the dotage? But am I the criminal mastermind who pulled off a series of violent murders? . Choose a job. A monologue from the tv series created by Ronald D. Moore, Matt Wolpert, and Ben Nedvi. To this day that bathrobe is the only piece of clothing I can actually see in my mind. Hold it till my next birthday. I'm in the junkie limbo at the moment. All her clothes were gone. parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon. Go on. MIDSUMMER NIGHT I should have said that my mother took an extra shift so I could have a new coat every year. (Beat.) Or which of your friendsHave I not strove to love, although I knewHe were mine enemy? Meanwhile, I endure an incredible torture; even up to this bridal. Which female stage monologues do you think would impress a theater director the most? Racism is built into the DNA of America. Dont touch. And I had it killed because this must all end! I dont think it matters. If love lives by hope, it perishes with it; it is a fire which becomes extinguished for want of fuel; and, in spite of the severity of my sad lot. Choose a career. Most of my life I havent even been able to call you, and forget visiting. Jackson couldnt take it. There would be no way, Michael no way you could ever forgive me not with this Sicilian thing thats been going on for 2,000 years. You know those group that oversee each planet and call themselves as GOD. One of the most famous scenes of the 1996 Scottish classic Trainspotting is its ending shot, which is played alongside Renton's internal monologue about choosing a life away from hard drugs and his horrible friends. A monologue from the screenplay by Mario Puzo & Francis Ford Coppola. meed of ill.Or, with no mark of honour, silently,For so my father perished, shall I pourThese offerings, potion to be drunk by earth,Then, tossing oer my head the lustral urn,(As one who loathd refuse forth has cast,)With eyes averted, back retrace my steps?Be ye partakers in my counsel, friends,For in this house one common hate we share.Through fear hide not the feelings of your heart;For what is destined waits alike the freeAnd him oermastered by anothers hand;If ye have aught more wise to urge, say on. Why did I fail? And Sick Boy, well he'd done the same to me, if he'd only thought of it first. But instead I locked myself in my dorm room and refused to come out to greet them. She died when she was 39 years old. Today my eyes died. Time undoes even the mightiest of creatures. Ive coerced witnesses, got clients to lie on the stand, bullied students to tears, manipulated jurors like you. There isnt enough pity to go round. that I [shall] die whether it be accomplished, or whether it be not accomplished. When I wear my penitential robe Ill be dressed like the queen of the fairies underneath. You know, I guess Ive been heart-broken too many times. And Im Kelly Anne Baldwin, raised in Houston, daughter of Karen and Ed Baldwin. Read the play here Student Edition|Regular Edition, A monologue from the play by Frank Wedekind. I mean, just what am I striving to create anyway? Dont stare too long. Choose a career. It was true for years. 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. Because this isnt a convention weekend with your secretary, is it? I guess he thought we could best recover from the trauma of her death by living in a war zone. We stole prescriptions or bought them, sold them, swapped them, forged them, photocopied them. How to destroy Ellaria Sand, the woman who murdered my only daughter. Your'e a dirty rat and your dead body is just the welcome I need to leave you. She has been arrested for trying to buy heroin not for herself but for her addicted grandmother, and has been ordered by a judge to attend an encounter group for drug addicts. Every night, I am roused from my slumber by the agonizing decision oppressing me. Classical texts are typically richer and more challenging: exactly what all actors require to improve their skills. I see with sorrow that love compels me to utter sighs for that [object] which [as a princess] I must disdain. I guess one could say that Trainspotting is implicitly about the kind of life evoked in the opening and closing monologues and rejected by the characters in between. What I did was awful, and Im so sorry. And there are demons everywhere. I trusted her. In law school, I changed my name to sound more New England.. Ill to my brother:Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood,Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour.That, had he twenty heads to tender downOn twenty bloody blocks, held yield them up,Before his sister should her body stoopTo such abhorrd pollution.Then, Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die:More than our brother is our chastity.Ill tell him yet of Angelos request,And fit his mind to death, for his souls rest. Michael, you are blind. A monologue from the play by Seth Kramer. Moms and sons forced into sex ed session with X-rated toys, fruits and drawings of female anatomy We, on the other hand, are COLONIZED by wankers. Like it was all some elaborate scheme I thought up. After all, we're not fucking stupid. Thats it. Your purpose, right? I fed her at my own breast even though they told me to give her to the wet nurse. ", Boyle's unique signature in his films include narration, in a prudent and an often subdued manner, is typically tied together with montages and voice over narrations to bring forth an energetic realism, as well as allow the audience to completely immerse themselves into his characters' mind. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. All I know is that my adults, the ones assigned to me, they dont seem to want me around, or I can put it differently, they dont want to be around me. A monologue from the play by Tennessee Williams. I feel completely safe with you. It will be just like all the other times youve left, only this time, youre already packed. Oh, I suppose I am sick. That little voice. About degrees of progress . The other thing about depression is it kind of collapses time. Toddlers climbed and clomped around the playground area of the park as their watchful mothers sat gossiping and trading parenting tips currently in vogue. T2 will be released on 27th . And the future, John Lennon probably put it best. I chose something else. Paracetamol, mouthwash, vitamins. Sounds great to me. They shoved each other and threatened to duel when they thought it was their turn to dance. Everything will be okay in the end. I was given something wonderful, something that changed me forever A vision of the universe, that tells us, undeniably, how tiny, and insignificant and how rare, and precious we all are! that, in noble souls, worth alone ought to arouse passions; and, if my love sought to excuse itself, a thousand famous examples might sanction it. In Trainspotting, Ewan McGregor 's character, Mark Renton, takes off at a sprint by way of introduction, and rattles through a list of choices one can and should make to live a seemingly fine. It belongs to someone who has yet to come. The scum of the fucking Earth! Choose a family. A Monologue from the film "Trainspotting" by John Hodge from the book by Irvine Welsh 0 ( 0 votes ) Summary Mark Renton (Ewan McGregor) and his buddies try to escape their boring everyday life in Edinburgh, Scoland, by using heroin. 2-3 Min. Nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, Fucked-up brats. What I am is a survivor. I see the world through my mothers eyes now. These feelings of futility in relation to my work. Ah, Gloucester, teach me to forget myself!For whilst I think I am thy married wifeAnd thou a prince, protector of this land,Methinks I should not thus be led along,Maild up in shame, with papers on my back,And followed with a rabble that rejoiceTo see my tears and hear my deep-fet groans.The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet,And when I start, the envious people laughAnd bid me be advised how I tread.Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this shameful yoke?Trowst thou that eer Ill look upon the world,Or count them happy that enjoy the sun?No; dark shall be my light and night my day;To think upon my pomp shall be my hell.Sometime Ill say, I am Duke Humphreys wife,And he a prince and ruler of the land:Yet so he ruled and such a prince he wasAs he stood by whilst I, his forlorn duchess,Was made a wonder and a pointing-stockTo every idle rascal follower.But be thou mild and blush not at my shame,Nor stir at nothing till the axe of deathHang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will;For Suffolk, he that can do all in allWith her that hateth thee and hates us all,And York and impious Beaufort, that false priest,Have all limed bushes to betray thy wings,And, fly thou how thou canst, theyll tangle thee:But fear not thou, until thy foot be snared,Nor never seek prevention of thy foes. Know that I am doing what I think is best for our family., Tony - Yeah mate, last Thursday me mum passed away. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Oh, this one has three bedrooms. Depression, boredom You feel so fucking low, you want to fucking top yourself. Its funny. My second joyAnd first-fruits of my body, from his presenceI am barrd, like one infectious. Choose a family. Rue's monologue about depression: Euphoria Youll own it and the land forever. I loved you as long ago as the time I asked you to read the stone angels with your fingers. All I know is the more we look back wondering what might have been, the less were living for today. She was mine and you took her from me. 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. When I saw that my heart could not protect itself, I myself gave away that which I did not dare to take; and I put, in place of my self, Chimne in its fetters, and I kindled their passions [lit. My father smiled at me and I smiled at him. (then) Because this world doesnt belong to you. Drum couldnt take it. (scoffs) That is some unforgivable shit. It said: This is the New World and in this world you can be whoever the f*** you want.