#male; dramatic

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Silent Sky

By Lauren Gunderson

Male, dramedy.

PETER: There's an ocean liner leaving tomorrow - You should be on it - I'll be on it - I'm saying come with me--to Europe--for a month - or two? You don't have to decide now - but close to now because the liner leaves tomorrow - I said that - Pack warmly - cold at night - we might stop in Spain -- and there's dancing and lobster and water and moonlight and bobbing around and that's romantic - or sickening. Either way there'll be an eclipse. Which is fun.

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Three Sisters

by Brian Friel

Male, Dramatic

VERSHININ: Oh, come on! (laughs) That's just not true. Educated, intelligent people are valuable in every community, even more valuable in a place like this. What's the population of this town? One hundred thousand? And there are three of you. Three Prozorovs encircled by one hundred thousand ignorant uneducated people. Of course you'll be eroded bit by bit, day by day, until finally the one hundred thousand will overwhelm you. But the fact that you're swallowed up doesn't mean you'll have made no impact. Because you will. You'll have influenced perhaps--let's say six other people. And in turn those six will influence twelve more. And that twelve another twenty-four. Until finally, finally people like you will be in the majority. Until finally in two or three hundred years' time the quality of life on this earth will be transformed and beautiful and marvelous beyond our imagining. Because that's the life man longs for and aspires to. And even though he hasn't achieved it yet, he must look forward to it, dream about it, prepare for it, But he can prepare for it only if he has more vision and more knowledge than his father or his grandfather.

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Three Sisters

by Brian Friel

Male, Dramatic

VERSHININ: Did you ever wonder what if would be like if you could begin your life over again--with the knowledge that you have now? Supposing you could just put aside the life you've already lived as if it were just a tryout, and then start the other one, the real life. D'you know the first thing you'd do? You'd make absolutely sure you wouldn't repeat yourself. You'd try to create a different environment for yourself: a house like this, spacious, lots of light, flowers, the whiff of women... I should have told you: I'm married. I've two little girls. My wife is... delicate. But the first rule must be: never repeat yourself. Oh, no. Never. Never.

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This Is Modern Art

by Idris Goodwin and Kevin Coval

Male, African American, Dramatic

SEVEN: It was me / An easel / Two paintbrushes / A palate / Some acrylic paint / Few canned goods / An iPod / And my thoughts.

Night time was the hardest. After work. walking through a city of potential canvases. A post-industrial city like this this, a city constantly evicting, downsizing, and forgetting -- A city constantly advertising and flaunting-- My fingers stay twitiching with desire: "Just a tag real quick."

But I gotta lay low--Stick to the game plan--I'd never gone this long before--And trust every time I thought "I got this. Just a small one," I'd hear it one loop.

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The Elephant Man

by Bernard Pomerance

Male, Dramatic

GOMM: The man's a moral swamp. Is that not clear yet? Is he attractive? Deceit often is. Friendly? Swindlers can be. Another loan? Not another cent. It may be your money, Freddie; but I will not tolerate laboring like a navvy that the London should represent honest charitable and compassionate science, and have titled swindlers mucking up the pitch, He was succeeded in destroying himself so rabidly, you ought not doubt an instant if was his real aim all along. He broke the contracts, gambled the money away, lied, and like an infant in his mess, gurgles and wants to do it again. Never mind details, don't want to know. Break and be glad. Don't hesitate. Today. One-man moral swamp. Don't be sucked in.

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Three Sisters

by Brian Friel

Male, Dramedy

CHEBUTYKIN: To hell with the whole lot of them. Just because I'm called 'Doctor' they think I can make them all... whole! Me! Who knows sweet damn all! Even the sweet damn-all I used to know, that's forgotten too. Gone--gone--gone. So to hell with them all. (To his reflection:) And to hell with you specifically, my friend. You know why you're drunk, don't you? Last Wednesday--correct? That woman that came to see you and you diagnosed appendicitis--correct? (Shakes his head very slowly.) But your diagnosis was was incorrect and the lady died, my friend. Twenty-five years ago I knew one or two things; but they're vanished too--all gone, gone, gone... Maybe you're the reality. Maybe this (refers to his own body) is the image. Maybe this hasn't arms and legs and a head at all. Maybe this just pretends to exist... pretends to walk about and eat and sleep... I wish that were true. Oh God, how I wish this (body) didn't exist... (he cries. Then suddenly:) What the hell do I care? that conversation in the club the other day-- (To mirror.) Remember? About Shakespeare and Voltaire. You've never read Shakespeare or Voltaire--not a line. But you all pretended you were experts, didn't you? Shysters! Shabby, grubby shysters! And then suddenly you remembered the woman you had killed, expert doctor. And then you realized how bogus and empty you are. So you went out and got sloshed. What a magnificent creature you are.

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Middletown

by Will Eno

Male, Dramatic

COP: I do like this time of day: night. All the people. All their bones and arteries and personal problems. Beautiful animal: the Person. Dark. (Pause.) I was too rough with that guy, earlier. I think I embarrassed him. Regrettable. I'm not myself. Sad stuff and home and I haven't been sleeping, but, I guess we all have a story. Once upon a time, Once upon a time, and so on, The End. (Brief pause.) I try to uphold the law, keep some order around here, but, I have my moods. I just remember screaming "Awe" at the poor guy. Hard word to scream It just sounds like a sound. And you can't bully people into feeling something, anyway. Oh, well. (Pause.) We once almost had a Glass Museum, here. It would have been called the Middletown Glass Museum. Fact. (Brief pause.) Behold. You know, just look. This is what life is like, here, right now. (Brief pause.) Looking in people's windows at night makes you feel lonely. Lonely, but, lonely along with the people in the windows. Along with the whole world, the whole lonely billions. It feels sort of holy, in some screwy way. Fact. (Brief pause.) Fact.

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A Few Good Men

by Aaron Sorkin

Male, Dramedy

MARKINSON: They're giving you a lawyer. They're gonna move you up to Washington, D. C., and give you a lawyer who's gonna ask you some questions. I want you to remember something about these lawyers. They don't care about anything. They don't care about honor. Or loyalty. They don't care about the United States Marine Corps. They don't even care about you. They're clowns. That's why, so help me God, they're the only ones who can save you right now. I want you boys to be smart. Talk to the lawyer.