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    Monologue Text Girl From Ths Phne 20

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    Monologue Text Girl from ths phne 2.

    0:
    the next generation
    Use this monologue for
    your next IE!

    by Lindsay Price
    Play ths phne 2.0: the next generation
    by Lindsay Price
    Stats Comedy - Simple set - 30 minutes

    Casting 2M+3W, Easily Expandable


    Description Communication has come a long way, baby. Are you 21st
    century savvy?
    Text girl tries to decipher her boyfriends text message.
    Get the Play www.theatrefolk.com

    Hv goo dy. Hv goo dy. (spelling it out) H-V, G-O-O,


    D-Y. Hv goo dy. He wants me to hv goo dy. (she sighs) I
    would like to formally announce the death of the English
    language. It just died. On my cellphone. (she points) There.
    Doornail. Dead.
    She blows out taps through her lips before
    running over to her phone and holding it up to
    the audience.
    This is a text from my boyfriend. Hv goo dy. My mother has
    a shoebox in her closet of notes and letters and postcards
    and things written on napkins that dad wrote to her over
    the years. She has tangible things that she can take out of
    her closet and wave in front of my face to show me how
    great a guy dad was at one point, and just because he yells
    over the improper lining up of the recycling bins doesnt
    mean hes a freak. (she changes tangent) Why must the
    recycling bins be lined up grey, blue, green? Why is it a
    major tragedy when the bins are not lined up grey, blue,
    green? When I am bringing down the existence of life as
    we know it because I forgot to line those stupid freaking
    bins up grey, blue, green?

    Continued Over

    Theatrefolk The Fine Print


    Original Playscripts

    PO Box 1064
    Crystal Beach, ON, L0S 1B0, Canada
    1-866-245-9138
    www.theatrefolk.com

    Copyright 2010 by Lindsay Price, All Rights Reserved


    You may freely copy and share this document, as long as the document is distributed in its entirety,
    including this notice. Please forward corrections and/or comments to the author.
    Performances for an audience (whether paying or not) are subject to a royalty. Contact us for details.
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    My mother can show me a birthday card my dad sent to


    her when she was twenty years old that seriously melts
    my toes. Not because its my dad, dont be gross. Because
    its a good old fashioned love note from a guy to a girl.
    On actual paper. I have no note. Im supposed to have
    love. I have no note. I have dots on a screen that spell out
    Hv goo dy. My mother has notes. I have a decided lack of
    vowels.
    And what does this mean exactly? Hv goo dy. Am I
    supposed to have a good day or a goo day? As in a day
    filled with goo? As in gooey pus? Does he want me to
    have a toxic pus filled day? Is this a bizarre boy way of
    breaking up with me? Is Dane, my boyfriend, and Im
    already extremely weirded out by the fact his name is
    Dane, Im going out with a guy named Dane, is Dane
    trying to use as few letters as possible to give me the big
    kick off? Is that what Dane is doing?
    You know I see his mother, Danes mother, sometimes
    and she a pretty together woman, she works in marketing,
    and I seriously want to ask her why, why did she I stare
    at Mrs. Eckart and Im dying to ask why did you saddle
    your kid with such a retarded name? (she slaps herself on
    the wrist) Sorry. That just came out. Im really trying not
    to use the word retarded. I know its a bad word. I know.
    But sometimes, you have to use the bad words to get your
    point across.
    Sometimes you have to use WORDS. Full words. Words,
    words, words! Not short forms, not acronyms, WORDS!
    Have a good day. Is that so hard? I do not want to LOL I
    want to Laugh out loud! I do not want to say B-F I want
    to say Boyfriend! I do not want my word love shorted!
    My lovely word Love, has no passion, no spark, no joy, no
    nothing in L-U-V. I hate L-U-V! Just as much as I hate
    being told to HV GOO DY!!!
    She takes a deep breath and looks at her
    cellphone.
    Am I taking this too seriously?

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