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The moon got loose last night, did you notice? It slid down and fell out of the sky. A very great
loss. It breaks my heart to think of it. Does it break your heart? To think of it? It breaks my heart
to think of it. It should have been fastened better. I wonder if we can get it back again? Of
course, there’s no telling where it went. And I’m sure whoever finds it will hide it. I know I
would. Not that I’m a dishonest person- I’m honest. Mostly honest. More honest than most. But I
have come to realize that the core and center of my nature is a love of beautiful things. And shiny
things! I love the beautiful shiny things. I have an overwhelming passion for beautiful shiny
things… So it probably would not be safe to trust me with a moon that belonged to someone
else.
I don't have a mother either... she's in heaven with my baby sister... But that doesn't mean I can't
talk to her, I talk to her all the time... I tell her everything and I know she hears me because...
because that's what angels do. My mom is an angel and yours is too. With beautiful satin wings,
a silk dress, and a crown of baby rosebuds, and they all live together in a castle. And do you
know what it's made out of? Sunflowers. Hundreds of them, so bright they shine like the sun.
And when they want to go anywhere they just whistle, like this...(whistles) and a cloud swoops
down to the front gate and picks them up and as they ride through the air, over the moon and
through the stars... until they are hovering right above us, that's how they can look down and
Look, Peter, the sky. What a lovely, lovely day! Aren’t the clouds beautiful? You know what I
do when it seems as if I couldn’t stand being cooped up for one more minute? I think myself out.
I think myself on a walk in the park where I used to go with Pim. Where the jonquils and the
crocus and the violets grow down the slopes. You know the most wonderful thing about thinking
yourself out? You can have it any way you like. You can have roses and violets and
chrysanthemums all blooming at the same time…it’s funny…I used to take it all for
granted…and now I’ve gone crazy about everything to do with nature. Haven’t you?
Mama, I’m not coming with you. I’m not going to Chicago. I mean what I say with all my heart.
There is nothing to talk about. I’m going away from you. Because I want to. Because I know
Papa would want me to. Say it, Mama, say it. [Say no] And see what happens. That would be
foolish. It wouldn’t work in the end. You only change your mind when you want to. And I won’t
want to. You couldn’t [make me stay], Mama, because I want to leave here. As I’ve never
wanted anything in my life before. Because I understand what Papa was trying to tell me. (Pause)
All in one day: Addie said there were people who ate the earth and other people who stood
around and watched them do it. And just now Uncle Ben said the same thing. Really, he said the
same thing. Well, tell him for me, Mama, I’m not going to stand around and watch you do it. Tell
him I’ll be fighting as hard as he’ll be fighting some place where people don’t just stand around
CONTEMPORARY COMEDIC
I would like to call on the leniency of the jury. Not because I didn't know what I was doing. I
knew what I was doing. Although please keep in mind that it wasn't actually me who killed
Dave. I didn't shoot at anyone or anything. I just helped with the kidnapping. I may be an
accessory to murder, but a minor accessory like . . . what's a minor accessory? Like a barrette. It's
true I helped keep him hostage, but I had a good reason for all my actions. Also, I would like to
say to those who try to copycat me and kidnap CEOs--I would not do that. I think it is a bad idea
despite the manifesto I wrote saying it was a good idea. I no longer believe this manifesto. I am
penitent and see the errors I have made in the past. Thank you. Please be lenient. Cool. Thanks.
Mrs. Lynde, I'm extremely sorry I behaved so terribly. I've disgraced my good friends who've let
me stay at Green Gables on trial, even though I'm not a boy. I am wicked and ungrateful, and I
deserve to be cast out forever. What you said was true; I am skinny and ugly, and my hair is red.
What I said about you was true too, only I shouldn't have said it. Please, Mrs. Lynde, forgive me.
You wouldn't be so cruel as to inflict a life-long sorrow on a poor orphan. Please. Please, forgive
me.
CLASSICAL DRAMATIC
I wouldn't be you for a kingdom! Nelly, help me to convince her of her madness. Tell her what
wilderness of furze and whinstone. I'd as soon put that little canary into the park on a winter's
day, as recommend you to bestow your heart on him! It is deplorable ignorance of his character,
child, and nothing else, which makes that dream enter your head. Pray, don't imagine that he
conceals depths of benevolence and affection beneath a stern exterior! He's not a rough diamond
- a pearl-containing oyster of a rustic: he's a fierce, pitiless, wolfish man. I never say to him, "Let
this or that enemy alone, because it would be ungenerous or cruel to harm them;" I say, "Let
them alone, because I should hate them to be wronged:" and he'd crush you like a sparrow's egg,
Isabella, if he found you a troublesome o charge. I know he couldn't love a Linton; and yet he'd
be quite capable of marrying your fortune and expectations: avarice is growing with him a
besetting sin. There's my picture: and I'm his friend -- so much so, that had he thought seriously
to catch you, I should, perhaps, have held my tongue, and let you fall into his trap. Banish him
from your thoughts. He's a bird of bad omen: no mate for you.
Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with comforts,
Good my lord,
CLASSICAL COMEDIC
What’s the use of asking what we shall wear, when you know we shall wear our poplins, because
we haven’t got anything else? But don’t worry, Meg. I’m sure our pops look like silk, and they
are nice enough for us. Yours is as good as new, but I forgot the burn and the tear in mine.
Whatever shall I do? The burn shows badly, and I can’t take any out. My gloves are spoiled with
lemonade, and I can’t get any new ones, so I shall have to go without. I can hold them crumpled
up in my hand, so no one will know how stained they are. That’s all I can do. (a beat) No! I’ll
tell you how we can manage, we each wear one good one and carry a bad one. Don’t you see?
You don’t like the idea? Fine. Then I’ll go without. I don’t care what people think.
Too curst is more than curst: I shall lessen God's sending that way; for it is said, 'God sends a
curst cow short horns'; but to a cow too curst he sends none. So, by being too curst, let God send
me no horns. Just, if he send me no husband; for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees
every morning and evening. Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face:
*Beat* Though I may light upon a husband with no beard. But What should I do with him?
Dress him in my apparel and make him my waiting-gentlewoman? *Pause to laugh* He that hath
a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man: and he that is more
than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.