BULL: MIKE BATLETT– MONOLOGUE (ISOBEL)

When she hears you’re out of work, her low estimation of you will drop even further. It will.
I promise. She won’t be surprised.
She won’t be like “oh my god he lost his job!” – she’ll be like “of course he lost his job, the
f***ing retard. Good job I got out when I could.
Wouldn’t want Harry to see too much of him though. Better not let Harry to grow up into
this distorted,
disabled, f***ing image of his f***ing drip of a father.” I expect that’s what she’ll think. It’s
tough isn’t it? Life.
Is it a lot more difficult than what you’d thought it would be? I mean, I’m sure you thought it
was going to be difficult
but that through sheer hard work and practice and training and inspiration – and in your
case perspiration –
that you would come through and in the end succeed. Because you thought, y’know, in this
country at least, it was, at the end of the day, a meritocracy.
And that fair play and honest, transparent work behaviour would be rewarded in the end.
That bad people like me would fall by the wayside.
And good people like you would triumph. Is that what you thought? Oops.

DAFFODILS – MONOLOGUE (RAIN)

A monologue from the play by Daniel Guyton

If I could blast that stone into a million pieces, I would. If I could reverse the mortar and the
flow of time, I would return that stone to dust.
And water. From whence it came. For you to have to look at something so unmoving, so . . .
cold . . . But if I did that, Jeremy,
if . . . I destroyed that stone . . . What if I lost you in the process? What if I never met you?
What if…? When my mother died I . . .
She was holding me just like this. Her arms across my chest. The tornado flattened
everything. Our house, our…
neighbors . . . She held me many hours before I realized she was gone. I couldn’t talk
because . . . she was holding me so tightly.
I couldn’t move because . . . she was holding me so tightly. For sixteen hours, I couldn’t
move. I . . . was pinned in this position.
From the time the twister hit until . . . I thought that she was mad at me. I thought that she
was . . . She wouldn’t let me go.
It took twenty men to get us out of there. Twenty men to lift a house from off of my
mother’s back. The refrigerator …
Stove . . . Even after she was gone, she . . . protected me. She shielded me. She kept my
body warm. Your mother loved you, Jeremy.
She never left you. She couldn’t stop the storm from coming, but . . . she never left your
side. The daffodils were protecting you, shielding you.
Keeping your body warm. I’ll never let you go, Jeremy. I’ll never let you go.