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Alice, honestly, when are you ever going to grow up? You are not a lion. You are
just a silly little girl pretending to be a lion. Remember what the Immortal Bard
said: To thine own self be true. Oh, let me find that book and Ill show you.
Caterpillar Monologue
(Talking to Small Alice) Oh, don't let those dried out little annuals get you down,
kid. Sweetiepie, lambchop, honeydew they're just gonna wind up sitting around
in somebody's imitation cut glass vase for three days 'til they wither and die, then
it's "thanks a lot" and out with the garbage! But enough about them. Whooooo,
pray tell, are youuuuuuu? Who am I? Why, I am whoever you want me to be, if I,
in fact, am indeed whoever I say I am or someday hope to be. You dig?
(snapping his/her fingers)
I'm the Caterpillar, kiddo, your wonder of wonders, your miracle of miracles, your
happy, happy day! And Alice, Im going to share two magical, hyphenated little
words with you that are guaranteed to make even your very worst day simply
absolutely fabulous! Ready? Repeat after me. Zip-a-dee-doo-dah..Zip-a-deeay!
Flower Monologue
We know were pretty! Everybody loves us because we're The Girls of the Golden
Afternoon! That's the name of our very exclusive garden club. If you want to be
cool, you have to be one of us! But no one gets in unless we say. And we don't let
in just anyone. Why, were positively swarmed by wanna-bees. And all the weeds
that weve excluded are the ones we love to tease Thistle, Hedgerow, Poison Ivy!
Eeuuuuuu!
You say you wanna be one of us? Keep dreaming, crabgrass! You're just a silly
little uncool weed. What? Hey Violet, she says she's a little girl!
Eeeeeuuuuuuuuuu! Whatever! You're way too uncool to become a Girl of the
Golden Afternoon. Beat it slug, before you wind up on the bottom of somebody's
shoe. Look girls, I think she has bugs! Eeeeeeeeeeuuuuuu!
Doorknob Monologue
Yeeooowwww! Leggo my schnazzola already! Who taught you to go around pulling
on people's proboscises ....essess....ss.
(ALICE says: You're not a person, you're a piece of housing material.)
Well, doorknobs have feelings too. Anyway, you're far too big to enter Wonderland.
(ALICE starts to cry.)
Don't cry, please don't cry. Maybe if you drank some of the magic
potion in that convenient, floating-nearby bottle, you might fit in.
(ALICE shrinks)
Happy now? Hmmmm. I believe someone forgot about the key waaaaaay up there
on that shelf.
(ALICE starts to cry again.)
Please try to suppress your emotional outbursts. Have a cookie.
(ALICE grows to 14 feet tall)
Sorry kid, you'll never fit in Wonderland now. Try Pittsburgh.