In this blog post, you’ll find the funniest comedic monologues for women. We have divided them into three categories: contemporary, classical, and from movies. Each category has its own list of monologues that are guaranteed to make you laugh.
All of these monologues are hilarious, and we wish you the best of luck practicing them without bursting into laughter. You can also explore our monologue collection table for even more pieces which can be found below.
Note: If you’re a teen, we have plenty of articles and other resources (inside the table👇) tailored just for you.
MONOLOGUE COLLECTION
10 Best Contemporary Comedic Monologues For Women From Plays
Below is a list of some of the funniest 😂 or present-day witty contemporary comedic monologues for women that will be ideal for your practice, next play, or acting audition.
1. A Bright Room Called Day
A monologue from the play by Tony Kushner
Length : More than 1 minute.
What’s it about ? – Zillah, fueled by anger, writes scathing daily letters to the President she knows he’ll never read. In a darkly comic fantasy, she believes the negativity will “poison” anyone who handles them, eventually infecting the President himself through handshakes. This is her way of striking back, a war of words against a seemingly untouchable figure. Despite the futility, Zillah’s determination is unwavering, fueled by a cause she considers far more important than money.
Zillah
Dear Mr. President,
I know you will never read this letter. I’m fully aware of the fact that letters to you don’t even make it to the White House,
that they’re brought to an office building in Maryland where civil-servant types are paid to answer the sane ones.
Crazy, hostile letters—like mine—the ones written in crayon on butcher paper, the ones made of letters cut out of magazines—
these get sent to the FBI, analyzed, Xeroxed and burned. But I send them anyway, once a day, and do you know why?
Because the loathing I pour into these pages is so ripe, so full-to-bursting, that it is my firm belief that anyone
touching them will absorb into their hands some of the toxic energy contained therein.
This toxin will be passed upwards—it is the nature of bureaucracies to pass things vertically—till eventually,
through a network of handshakes, the Under-Secretary of Outrageous Falsehoods will shake hands with the Secretary for Pernicious Behavior under the Cloak of Night,
who will, on a weekly basis in Cabinet meetings, shake hands with you before you nod off to sleep.
In this way, through osmosis, little droplets of contagion are being rubbed into your leathery flesh every day—
in this great country of ours there must be thousands of people who are sending you poisoned post.
We wait for the day when all the grams and drams and dollops of detestation will destroy you. We attack from below. Our day will come. You can try to stop me.
You can raise the price of stamps again. I’ll continue to write. I’m saving up for a word processor. For me and my cause, money is no object.
Love,
Zillah.
Read the play here
2. Last Of The Red Hot Lovers
A monologue from the play by Neil Simon
Length: Less than 1 minute.
What’s it about ? – This monologue is a hilarious rant by a woman named Jeanette who just discovered her husband’s infidelity. It’s a mix of outrage, resignation, and dark humor.
JEANETTE
Do you know Charlotte Korman, big, red-headed, buxom woman, her husband is the Mercedes-Benz dealer in Wantagh? Mel doesn’t like her. He doesn’t want me to see her.
He doesn’t want her to be my friend, doesn’t want her to come to our house; he can’t stand Charlotte Korman. He’s been having an affair with her for eight months
I had to stop seeing her three times a week so he could see her four times a week. These are the times we live in, Barney. You know what my proof is? He told me.
Two o’clock in the morning, he leans over, taps me on the shoulder and says, “I’ve had an affair with Charlotte Korman.” Who asked him?
When he tapped me on the shoulder in the middle of the night I thought he wanted me! You know what it is to wake up from a sound sleep with no eyelashes and a dry mouth and hear that your husband is getting it from a woman you’re not allowed to see for lunch?
And you know why he told me, Barney? He explained it to me. We’re living in a new guiltless society. You can do anything you want as long as you’re honest about it.
Aren’t we lucky to be living in such a civilised age? In the old days I would have gone to my grave ignorant of the wonderful and beautiful knowledge that my husband was spending his afternoons humping Charlotte Korman!…
When he told me, I didn’t say a word. I went down to the kitchen and made myself a cream cheese and jelly sandwich on date-nut bread.
And that was the last time in eight months that I tasted food… I estimate, going four times a week, I should be through with Doctor Margolies in another year.
And then, when we both think I’m ready, I’m going to get in my car and drive off the Verrazano Bridge. In the meantime, I’m very depressed.
Excuse me, Barney. Nothing personal, but I don’t think we’re going to have our affair.
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3. Painting Churches
A monologue from the play by Tina Howe
Length: More than 1 minute.
What’s it about ? – A bittersweet memory surfaces. Mags, with a voice laced with nostalgia, recounts a childhood rebellion. Wide-eyed wonder ignites as she discovers the magic of melting crayons on a hot radiator – the heat, the scent, the vibrant transformation. This sparks a ferocious creativity. Burning fingers and hidden hunger (revealed by her shrinking form and stray wrappers) fuel her creation of a “spectacular” artwork, a testament to her unbridled spirit. Yet, her parents see only “rotting garbage.” This clash exposes a deep disconnect, leaving a bittersweet aftertaste – artistic defiance, hilariously misinterpreted.
MAGS
It was wintertime, because I noticed I’d left some crayons on top of my radiator and they’d melted down into these beautiful shimmering globs, like spilled jello, trembling and pulsing.
Naturally, I wanted to try it myself, so I grabbed a red one and pressed it down against the hissing lid. It oozed and bubbled like raspberry jam! I mean, that radiator was really hot!
It took incredible will power not to let go, but I held on, whispering, “Mags, if you let go of this crayon, you’ll be run over by a truck on Newberry Street, so help you God!” . . .
So I pressed down harder, my fingers steaming and blistering. Once I’d melted one, I was hooked! I finished off my entire supply in one night, mixing color over color until my head swam!
. . . The heat, the smell, the brilliance that sank and rose . . . I’d never felt such exhilaration! . . . Every week I spent my allowance on crayons. I must have cleared out every box of Crayolas in the city!
AFTER THREE MONTHS THAT RADIATOR WAS . . . SPECTACULAR! I MEAN, IT LOOKED LIKE SOME COLOSSAL FRUITCAKE, FIVE FEET TALL . . .!
It was a knockout; shimmering with pinks and blues, lavenders and maroons, turquoise and golds, oranges and creams. . . . For every color, I imagined a taste . . .
YELLOW: lemon curls dipped in sugar . . . RED: glazed cherries laced with rum . . . GREEN: tiny peppermint leaves veined with chocolate . . .
PURPLE:— And then the frosting . . .
ahhhh, the frosting! A satiny mix of white and silver . . . I kept it hidden under blankets during the day. . . . My huge . . . (She starts laughing) looming . . . teetering sweet—
I was so . . . hungry. . . losing weight every week. I looked like a scarecrow what with the bags under my eyes and bits of crayon wrapper leaking out of my clothes.
It’s a wonder you didn’t notice. But finally you came to my rescue . . . if you could call what happened a rescue. It was more like a rout! The winter was almost over. . . .
It was very late at night. . . . I must have been having a nightmare because suddenly you and Daddy were at my bed, shaking me. . . . I quickly glanced towards the radiator to see if it was covered. . . .
It wasn’t! It glittered and towered in the moonlight like some . . . gigantic Viennese pastry! You followed my gaze and saw it. Mummy screamed . . . “WHAT HAVE YOU GOT IN HERE? . . .
MAGS, WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?” . . . She crept forward and touched it, and then jumped back. “IT’S FOOD!” she cried. . . “IT’S ALL THE FOOD SHE’S BEEN SPITTING OUT!
OH, GARDNER, IT’S A MOUNTAIN OF ROTTING GARBAGE!” Of course in a sense you were right. It was a monument of my castoff dinners, only I hadn’t built it with food. . . .
I found my own materials. I was languishing with hunger, but oh, dear Mother . . . I FOUND MY OWN MATERIALS . . . !
Read the play here
4. In The Daylight
A monologue from the play by Tony Glazer
Length: 1 minute.
What’s it about ? – Charlotte takes a deep breath, steeling herself for a family showdown in New Jersey. It turns out Scarlet, fueled by a psychic’s questionable advice about past lives, used Charlotte’s credit card to buy a small mountain of colored rocks. While the situation is equal parts frustrating and hilarious (who knew a George Foreman grill could be a reincarnated baby?), Charlotte swallows her anger. Family comes first, even the ones who believe they were once pebbles. With a touch of exasperation and a hopeful smile, Charlotte chooses diplomacy over drama, ready to handle this like a sister, because let’s face it, in the end, all you really have are your (slightly kooky) relatives.
CHARLOTTE
Unfortunately, I’ve come to in New Jersey to confront my sister Scarlet about some recent credit-card purchases she made without my knowledge.
You see, she stole my identity last month and racked up about three thousand dollars worth of colored rocks on my credit card on account of her psychic, Maggie, told her that she was a stone in a past life.
It’s actually not that hard to believe if you’ve ever tried to have a conversation with her. What’s that? Oh sure, you can come back as all sorts of things.
Trees, grapes, most garden equipment, and hair product — a good friend of the family, Emily, is convinced that her little baby, Shawna, who was delivered stillborn just last spring, has come back to life as a George Foreman Grill.
Sadly, the grill was ours. She borrowed it and now . . . well, kinda hard to interfere with family, if you see my point.
Anyhow, Maggie told Scarlet that the reason why she was feeling so lonely was not because she hadn’t had a real date since
Bill Clinton was impeached but because she needed to be surrounded by more objects that she could relate to on a “past life” level.
So she bought three thousands dollars worth of rocks. Prada handbags, too. Although I don’t know where those fit in, metaphysically speaking.
My first instinct was to turn it over to the police and let them sort her out.
But she’s family and turning her out to the cops would have kicked up more dust with my mom, and then my dad would have had a reason to come out of witness protection to put his two cents in — it would have been even more of a mess than it needed to be.
I thought about the lessons of family provided in Martin’s book and had to admit that since buying those stones, Scarlet has been doing better
— she met Jorge at the Olive Garden where he oversees “dish management,” and she’s, overall, developed a real positive outlook on life.
So, instead of finger-flicking that row of dominoes like I wanted, like my gut told me I should, I just counted back from ten and let a “cooler being” prevail, decided to come on out to the Garden State and handle it like a sister instead of a plaintiff.
She is my sister and family is sacred. All you really have is family in the end. When that’s gone, what have you got?
Read the play here
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5. Cloud Nine
A monologue from the play by Caryl Churchill
Length: Less than 1 minute.
What’s it about ? – This monologue is a hilarious and thought-provoking look at female sexuality through the lens of Betty, a woman who rediscovers self-pleasure after years of repression. We hear about her childhood shame and her initial worries that she’s the only one who enjoys sex. Betty’s journey is both relatable and laugh-out-loud funny as she grapples with societal expectations, her mother’s disapproval, and her own awakening desire.
Packs a punch with its dark humor and emotional honesty.
Act 2, Scene 4
Betty
I used to think Clive was the one who liked sex. But then I found I missed it. I used to touch myself when I was very little, I thought I’d invented something wonderful.
I used to do it to go to sleep with or to cheer myself up, and one day it was raining and I was under the kitchen table,
and my mother saw me with my hand under my dress rubbing away, and she dragged me out so quickly I hit my head and it bled and I was sick,
and nothing was said, and I never did it again till this year. I thought if Clive wasn’t looking at me there wasn’t a person there.
And one night in bed in my flat I was so frightened I started touching myself. I thought my hand might go through into space.
I touch my face, it was there, my arm, my breast, and my hand sent down where I thought it shouldn’t, and I thought well there is somebody there.
It felt very sweet, it was a feeling from very long ago, it was very soft,
just barely touching and I felt myself gathering together more and more and I felt angry with Clive and angry with my mother and I went on and on defying them,
and there was this vast feeling growing in me and all around me and they couldn’t stop me and no one could stop me and I was there and coming and coming.
Afterwards I thought I’d betrayed Clive. My mother would kill me. But I felt triumphant because I was a separate person from them.
And I cried because I didn’t want to be. But I don’t cry about it any more. Sometimes I do it three times in one night and it really is great fun.
Read the play here – Regular|Acting Edition
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6. God Gave Us Aunts
A monologue from the play by Idris Goodwin
Length: More than 1 minute.
What’s it about ? – This monologue is a sassy and brutally honest coming-of-age lesson from Aunt Kelly to her young niece. Funny and full of tough love, Aunt Kelly shares a secret list of life truths her sheltered sister won’t tell her niece. From the harsh realities of relationships to the importance of self-reliance, Aunt Kelly aims to prepare her niece for the world in a way her parents can’t.
AUNT KELLY
I’ve got something to show you. Don’t be shy. Come on. But be quiet. Your mama’s asleep. We don’t want to wake her up. (Pats around for something. Finds it—a folded 8 × 10 sheet of paper.)
This is for you. It’s a list. I wanna give this to you—but I have to kind of explain it to you first. I see how your mother talks to you and don’t get me wrong.
She is my sister and everything but—Don’t get me wrong. But I don’t see a little girl when I see you. I see a young woman. Yeah—an older girl.
You are a . . . a viper, like your Aunt Kelly. And these are all the things you gotta know.
1. Everybody is going to tell you what they know, but nobody knows—except your Aunt K elly.
2. That movie The Bodyguard is a lie. Nobody is coming to save you.
3. Looks like I crossed that one out. What is that? Oh, (chuckles into her hand ) stupid Frank wrote this. Such a—Why don’t we just save 3 until your 18th birthday?
4. Your friends are not your friends.
5. It’s going to hurt the first time. It’s always going to hurt the first time.
6. But it gets better, for a while at least, until it gets worse.
Your mom and dad take you to church and they’ll teach you about thy neighbors and love and thy and don’t and do. That’s—great—that’s positive but positive is overrated.
7. Positivity is something losers who don’t know that they’re losers say when crap is hitting the fan.
8. Learn how to cook—but not for that reason.
9. The monsters and wolves in your fairy book are real—
I wouldn’t tell you this if it wasn’t true. This is why you have an aunt. Your mom and dad, they can’t tell you this stuff. It’s against the rules I guess.
I was 18 before I knew it, and my aunt, your great aunt Sandra—she waited until I was 18 to give me my list but it was kinda too late.
So I’m saying it to you now, what’re you now, 11? Oh, really? Just 9, huh? Oh, you look so much older.
7. Unusual Acts Of Devotion
A monologue from the play by Terrence McNally
Length: About 1 minute.
What’s it about? – Josie, tipsy and cynical, celebrates sleep – the ultimate escape with no pressure to perform, not even in bed! “Sleep,” she declares, “is like death practice, only not permanent.” But then reality bites – “the same old ship… I mean, ugh, crap!” Wine loosens Josie’s lips, and she admits to lewd things (details delightfully vague). Love confessions are met with a “yeah, yeah,” and music selection becomes a hilarious existential crisis. The city’s symphony of honks and sirens? Now that’s entertainment!
The humor comes from her dark wit, unexpected turns of phrase (“sleep is a lovely practice for death”), and the sheer absurdity of some of her complaints (music selection leading to an existential crisis).
JOSIE
(Finishes her glass of wine and pours herself another one.) Number four, Mrs. Darnell! But who’s counting?
You’ve got the right idea: sleep: it’s the most underrated human activity there is. Eating is great, sex used to be great (remember when sex was great, Mrs. Darnell?)
— but even at their best — dinner at Antoine’s or a really good bed partner (and God knows there were never many of them) — food and making love can’t hold a candle to sleep.
Nothing can hurt you when you’re sleeping: you don’t put on weight; there’s no pressure to make anybody happy (including yourself)
like when you’re making love; and bad dreams — even the worst ones — are soon forgotten. Sleep is a lovely practice for death.
The real thing won’t be so bad when it comes along. (She drinks some wine.) But until then, I keep waking up to the same old ship. Shit. I said ship.
I meant shit. Same old shit, same old shit. See? I can say it. This happens when I drink, if I’m not careful, Mrs. Darnell.
My tongue gets thick. My defenses drop. I say lewd things. I do lewd things. I did a really lewd thing, the lewdest thing I ever did and I was stone cold sober.
He told me he loved me. I told him he didn’t have to say that. He said it anyway. I love you, Miss Shelton, I love you.
(She isn’t finding anything in Leo’s collection.) There’s never anything you want to play! Why is that? (She gives up.) I’d rather no music than music I don’t really want.
We can listen to the music of the city on a warm summer night. Ssssh! Listen. There is so much to hear if you just stay quiet and listen for it.
(She stands at the parapet and looks out. We listen to the city with her for a while.) You know what I like most about New York?
You can be completely anonymous here. No ones care who you are but you, what you do but you, who you inappropriately f*** but you.
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8. Single Black Female
A monologue from the book/play by Lisa B. Thompson
Length: About 1 minute
What’s it about? – SBF2, a sassy and confident lawyer, hilariously complains about a recurring enemy: yeast infections! She hates the impersonal doctor’s visits, especially at the not-so-fancy clinic in college. Annoyed by women who claim they’ve never had one, she declares yeast infections a universal sisterhood pain (unlike cramps, apparently). This particular yeast infection, however, demands stronger medicine than the usual drugstore remedy.
A thirty-five-year-old African American woman. An attorney who sports a flowing perm or hair weave
and wears high heels and sexy business suits, she is SBF1’s best friend, confidante, and alter ego.
SBF2
I really hate going to the doctor’s office. (whispering) No, not for the flu, but when I have to go to the… gynecologist. Women’s health is a pain in the a**! There is something so sterile, so impersonal about it.
Just business as usual, especially when I was in college and all I could afford was Saint Vincent’s. No, I’m not getting an abortion.
The date wasn’t that good. I’m here so I don’t need to go there.
I just have a yeast infection, AGAIN! I hate women who tell me they never had one.
I find that just as annoying as those sistas who have never experienced cramps. Well, this particular yeast infection has no respect for that over-the-counter Monistat.
I need some nuclear bomb stuff for this one.
Read the play here
9. Bunny
A monologue from the play by Jack Thorne
Length: Less than 3 minutes.
What’s it about? – Katie, a quirky and self-aware young woman, delivers a hilarious monologue about the constant struggle to fit in. She starts with a story about her former friend Sheridan, a bulimic with an oddly endearing love of food. Katie, despite admitting they weren’t the closest, finds humor in Sheridan’s enthusiastic gratitude for every bite. Katie then tackles the epic fail of her 18th birthday party. Imagine inviting 25 “important” people and everyone leaving at 10:30 pm! Her attempt to explain the awkward exodus to her parents is pure comedic gold, especially when she blames the lack of “Ann Summers’ toys” (adult novelty store) for the party’s demise. A dash of revenge humor follows as Katie details her petty theft of her mother’s wallet and the hilariously anticlimactic return. The monologue ends with a deadpan delivery about her boyfriend skipping the party and their subsequent sex life, leaving the audience both amused and wanting more.
Katie
I used to have a fat friend. Sheridan. Named after a Sheffield Wednesday footballer – and they wondered why she ate? Bulimia in the end. She got hospitalized once she turned yellow.
Then they moved her from the school – when she got out – of hospital – because they wanted to ‘change her routine’ and they weren’t sure our school was a ‘healthy environment’.
Like any school is a healthy environment. But I did like watching her eat. With every mouthful you just saw this look of pure gratitude crossing her face – like – I can’t believe I’m getting to eat this… this is awesome.
I say ‘friend’. She wasn’t really. My friends are different. I’m – difficult to explain without sounding thick – but me and her don’t fit like that. Not that I fit anywhere.
I’m the unfit fitter. I don’t fit. But not in a bad way. Just in a – way. To give an instance – and this is true – and very very illustrative – everyone came to my eighteenth-birthday party –
I mean, every single one of the twenty-five I invited – and all were important – but also everyone left my birthday party – every single one of the twenty-five – at 10.30 p.m.
Which is not a normal time to leave any birthday party, I know. And that’s what I mean about… But they were bored and it was quite shit and they thought it’d be quite funny to leave, and it sort of was, you know?
Funny. Still quite an embarrassing one to explain to your parents. Where are all your friends? Um. Hiding. No. They’ve gone. Obviously. Where have they gone?
Um. Home. Probably. Why? Why have they gone? Turn. Look parents in the eye. Because this was pointless. I basically turned it all on them. Which was fair enough.
They’d made some effort. But the wrong effort. And so had I. I mean, it was mostly my fault. There was booze – but there were too many snacks and not enough Ann Summers’ toys or something. I don’t know.
Anyway, it’s not as bad as it sounds… Still. Mum apologised a week later for it being crap. But she didn’t do it well enough. So I stole her wallet. She spent ages looking for it. ‘I know I must have left it somewhere.’
Turned the house upside down. Had to cancel all her cards. And being Mum and slightly overcautious about most things, cancelling all her cards included cancelling her library card –
‘I just don’t want to accrue unnecessary fines, that’s all.’ She said. I put it in her sock drawer two days later. Minus one pound fifty exactly just to see if she’d notice. She didn’t.
She was pleased. To get it back. Anyway, that’s… what’s complicated. That’s part of my resettlement software. Abe didn’t come to the party. We’d only been together six weeks then – he decided it’d be too much of a ‘thing’.
That’s when we had sex actually. That night. After he decided he couldn’t come to my birthday party because it was too much of a commitment I decided that I’d give him my Virginia County.
Read the play here
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10. My Fair Lady
A monologue from the book by Alan Jay Lerner (Based on the play Pygmalion, by George Bernard Shaw
Length: Less than a minute
What’s it about? – Eliza, a streetwise flower girl with a sharp tongue, delivers a hilarious monologue full of dark humor. She casts a suspicious eye on her aunt’s supposed death from influenza, hinting foul play and a stolen inheritance. Through her colorful descriptions and witty remarks, Eliza paints a picture of a dysfunctional family and raises questions about the true cause of her aunt’s demise.
Eliza
“My aunt died of influenza, so they said. But it’s my belief they done the old woman in. Yes Lord love you! Why should she die of influenza when she come through diphtheria right enough the year before?
Fairly blue with it she was. They all thought she was dead. But my father, he kept ladling gin down her throat. Then she come to so sudden that she bit the bowl off the spoon.
Now, what would you call a woman with that strength in her have to die of influenza, and what become of her new straw hat that should have come to me?
Somebody pinched it, and what I say is, them that pinched it, done her in. Them she lived with would have killed her for a hatpin, let alone a hat.
And as for father ladling the gin down her throat, it wouldn’t have killed her. Not her. Gin was as mother’s milk to her. Besides, he’s poured so much down his own throat that he knew the good of it.”
Read the play here
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9 Best Classical Comedic Monologues For Women From Plays
Below you’ll find a list of the best classical comedy monologues for women from plays. Perfect for women flexing those acting muscles 💪 during practice, stealing the show in your next play, or nailing that audition 🤞.
1. The Dutch Courtesan
A monologue from the play by John Marston
Length: About a minute
What’s it about? – Crispiana, a witty and independent woman, delivers a hilarious and cynical rant against marriage in this monologue.
Crispina compares husbands to a losing lottery ticket – most are worthless, and finding a good one is rare. She uses a coral metaphor – soft and pliable underwater (courtship), but hard and inflexible above (marriage). Men become controlling tyrants after they get married, offering less affection as you try to hold onto them. Crispina declares her preference for single life, even if it means being a “wag” (a mischievous person) rather than a fool (someone easily manipulated by a husband). She scoffs at the idea of a “virtuous marriage,” claiming virtue and marriage are as unrelated as a man and his horse (they can exist independently). However, Crispiana approves of her sister’s upcoming marriage, praising the groom’s looks and personality (except for his stooping shoulders).
(Act III, Scene 1)
CRISPINELLA
Marry? No, faith; husbands are like lots in the lottery: you may draw forty blanks before you find one that has any prize in him. A husband generally is a careless, domineering thing that grows like coral, which as long as it is under water is soft and tender,
but as soon as it has got his branch above the waves is presently hard, stiff, not to be bowed but burst; so when your husband is a suitor and under your choice, Lord, how supple he is, how obsequious, how at your service, sweet lady!
Once married, got up his head above, a stiff, crooked, knobby, inflexible, tyrannous creature he grows; then they turn like water, more you would embrace, the less you hold.
I’ll live my own woman, and if the worst come to the worst, I had rather prove a wag than a fool. O, but a virtuous marriage, you say? There is no more affinity betwixt virtue and marriage than betwixt a man and his horse.
Indeed, virtue gets up upon marriage sometimes and manageth it in the right way, but marriage is of another piece; for as a horse may be without a man, and a man without a horse,
so marriage, you know, is often without virtue, and virtue, I am sure, more oft without marriage. But thy match, sister—by my troth, I think ‘twill do well. He’s a wellshaped, clean-lipped gentleman,
of a handsome but not affected fineness, a good faithful eye, and a well-humored cheek. Would he did not stoop in the shoulders, for thy sake! See, here he is.
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2. The Importance Of Being Earnest
A monologue from the play by Oscar Wilde
Length: about a minute.
What’s it about? –Lady Bracknell’s monologue in Act 3, Scene 1 of “The Importance of Being Earnest” is a masterclass in comedic superiority.
She drolly scoffs at Mr. Bunbury’s indecisiveness about being sick or well. She dismisses modern sympathy for the ill, calling it morbid. Despite her disapproval of illness, she politely strong-arms Algernon to keep Mr. Bunbury healthy on Saturday – after all, her music reception needs arranging!
Act 3, Scene 1
Lady Bracknell
Well, I must say, Algernon, that I think it is high time that Mr. Bunbury made up his mind whether he was going to live or die. This shilly-shallying with the question is absurd.
Nor do I in any way approve of the modern sympathy with invalids. I consider it morbid. Illness of any kind is hardly a thing to be encouraged in others. Health is the primary duty of life.
I am always telling that to your poor uncle, but he never seems to take much notice . . . as far as any improvement in his ailment goes. Well, Algernon, of course if you are obliged to be beside the bedside of Mr. Bunbury, I have nothing more to say.
But I would be much obliged if you would ask Mr. Bunbury, from me, to be kind enough not to have a relapse on Saturday, for I rely on you to arrange my music for me.
It is my last reception, and one wants something that will encourage conversation, particularly at the end of the season when every one has practically said whatever they had to say, which, in most cases, was probably not much.
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3. The Lying Valet
A monologue from the play by David Garrick
Length: Less than 1 minute
What’s it about? – Kitty, a sharp-tongued maid, offers a cynical take on love and money in this witty monologue. She mocks women who prioritize love over wealth, particularly her mistress who seems ready to throw away a fortune on a charming but poor man like Gayless. Kitty compares love’s influence to a strong drink that clouds judgment, leading women to make foolish choices. In her view, financial security trumps fleeting emotions. She advises women to choose a wealthy husband – even if his love fades, his money will always provide comfort.
This short monologue is a funny reminder of the clash between love and practicality.
Kitty
O woman, woman, foolish woman! she’ll certainly have this Gayless: nay, were she as well convinced of his poverty as I am, she’d have him.
A strong dose of love is worse than one of ratafia; when it once gets into our heads, it trips up our heels, and then good night to discretion.
Here is she going to throw away fifteen thousand pounds; upon what? faith, little better than nothing—he’s a man, and that’s all—and heaven knows mere man is but small consolation.
Be this advice pursued by each fond maid, Ne’er slight the substance for an empty shade: Rich, weighty sparks alone should please and charm ye: For should spouse cool, his gold will always warm ye.
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4. She Stoops To Conquer
A monologue from the play by Oliver Goldsmith
Length: less than 1 minute
What’s it about? – Miss Hardcastle, a spirited young woman, grapples with her feelings for a potential suitor in this monologue. While she acknowledges the saying about reserved lovers becoming suspicious husbands, she frankly doesn’t care.
Looks and charm trump “sensible” qualities in her book.
Although his shyness initially gives her pause, she playfully considers “curing” him of his timidity. With a touch of humor, Miss Hardcastle admits to getting a bit ahead of herself, planning how to change her husband before he’s even her fiancé.
This short monologue, reveals Miss Hardcastle’s wit, her desire for an exciting romance + comedy and a hint of mischievousness.
Act the first, Scene – (A chamber in an old fashioned house)
Miss Hardcastle
A reserved lover, it is said, always makes a suspicious husband. […] He must have more striking features to catch me, I promise you. However, if he be so young, so handsome, and so everything as you mention, I believe he’ll do still.
I think I’ll have him. […] Well, if he refuses, instead of breaking my heart at his indifference,
I’ll only break my glass for its flattery, set my cap to some newer fashion, and look out for some less difficult admirer. […]
Lud, this news of papa’s puts me all in a flutter. Young, handsome; these he put last; but I put them foremost.
Sensible, good-natured; I like all that. But then reserved, and sheepish, that’s much against him.
Yet can’t he be cured of his timidity, by being taught to be proud of his wife? Yes, and can’t I–But I vow I’m disposing of the husband, before I have secured the lover.
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5. A Chaste Maid In Cheapside
A monologue from the play by Thomas Middleton
Length: about a minute long
What’s it about? – This classic comedic monologue from “A Chaste Maid In Cheapside” transformed into a short, humorous monologue suitable for performance features Maudlin, a boisterous woman overflowing with life, who scolds her niece for being a dull and lifeless young woman, hilariously prescribing a husband and criticizing her dancing skills with colorful comparisons.
Maudlin
Have you played over all your old lessons o’the virginals? (…) Yes, you are a dull maid alate, methinks you had need have somewhat to quicken your green sickness; do you weep?
A husband. Had not such a piece of flesh been ordained, what had us wives been good for? To make salads, or else cried up and down for samphire.
To see the difference of these seasons! When I was of your youth, I was lightsome, and quick, two years before I was married.
You fit for a knight’s bed—drowsy browed, dull eyed, drossy sprited—I hold my life you have forgot your dancing: when was the dancer with you? (. . .) Last week?
When I was of your bord, he missed me not a night, I was kept at it; I took delight to learn, and he to teach me, pretty brown gentleman, he took pleasure in my company;
but you are dull, nothing comes nimbly from you, you dance like a plumber’s daughter, and deserve two thousand pounds in lead to your marriage, and not in goldsmith’s ware.
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6. Agafya (Marriage)
A monologue from the play by Nikolai Gogol
Length: less than 2 minutes
What’s it about? – In this hilarious monologue from Nikolai Gogol’s play “The Marriage,” Agafya, overwhelmed by a surplus of suitors, frets about choosing a husband. She imagines the perfect man as a Frankensteinian combination of her suitors’ best features, leading to a desperate attempt to pick a winner through a random draw that goes hilariously awry.
Agafya
Honestly, this choosing business is so difficult. If there were just one or two, but four! Take your pick. Mr Anuchkin isn’t bad-looking, but he’s a bit skinny, of course.
And Mr Podkolyosin isn’t too bad, either. And truth to tell, though he’s rather stout, Mr Omelet’s still a fine figure of a man. So what am I to do, if you please?
Mr Zhevakin’s also a man of distinction. It really is difficult to decide, you can’t begin to describe it.
Now, if you could attach Mr Anuchkin’s lips to Mr Podkolyosin’s nose, and take some of Mr Zhevakin’s easy manner, and perhaps add Mr Omelet’s solid build, I could decide on the spot.
But now I’ve got to rack my brains! And it’s giving me a fearsome headache. I think it’d be best to draw lots. Turn the whole matter over to God’s will, and whichever one comes out, that’ll be my husband.
I’ll write all their names on a bit of paper, roll them up tight, then so be it. (She goes to her desk, gets some paper and writes the names on them.) Life’s so trying for a girl, especially when she’s in love.
It’s something no man will ever understand, and anyway they just don’t want to. Now, that’s them ready! All that remains is to put them in my purse, shut my eyes, and that’s it – what will be, will be.
(She places papers in her purse and give it a shake.) This is dreadful… oh God, please make it Anuchkin! No, why him? Better Mr Podkolyosin. But why Mr Podkolyosin?
In what way are the others worse? No, no, I won’t… whichever comes out, so be it. (She rummages in her purse and pulls them all out instead of one.) Oh! All of them!
They’ve all come out! And my heart’s pounding. No, no, it’s got to be one! (She puts the papers back in her purse.) Oh, if only I could draw out Baltazar… no, what am I saying?
I mean Mr Anuchkin…no, I won’t, I won’t. Let fate decide.
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7. Mirandolina, Mirandolina
A monologue from the play by Carlo Goldoni
Length: Less than 1 minute
What’s it about? – Mirandolina, the witty owner of an inn, delivers a hilarious monologue in this excerpt from “Mirandolina.”
She scoffs at the idea of marrying the miserly Marquis Skinflint, exaggerating the number of men who’ve proposed to her with a touch of sarcasm. Mirandolina finds humor in how men who stay at her inn all seem to fall for her instantly, except for the arrogant Baron. His rudeness sparks indignation in her – no other guest has dared to treat her so poorly. However, Mirandolina’s initial annoyance quickly turns into a playful challenge. She’s intrigued by the Baron’s resistance to women and hints that he hasn’t met someone like her who can “set about him,” implying she can charm him despite his dislike for the female sex.
This short classic comedic monologue is an example of Mirandolina’s confidence, her ability to manipulate men, and her delight in a good challenge.
Mirandolina
Huh! Marry Him! His Excellency Signor the Marquis Skinflint. That would be the day! The husbands I’d have, if I’d married all that had wanted to marry me!
They’ve only got to enter this Inn and they fall in love with me and think they can marry me on the spot. Except this Signor Baron, the ill-mannered lout!
What right’s he got to think himself too high and mighty to be civil to me? Nobody else who’s ever stopped at this Inn has ever treated me so! I certainly don’t expect him to fall in love with me at first sight—but to behave like that!
That sort of thing infuriates me. So he hates women? Doesn’t want anything to do with them? The poor fool. He hasn’t met the woman yet who knows how to set about him.
But he will. Oh, yes, he will, all right. And, who knows if he hasn’t just met her. Yes, this fellow might be exactly what I need. I’m sick to death of men who run after me.
As for marriage—there’s plenty of time for that. I want to enjoy my freedom first. And here’s a chance to really enjoy it. Yes, I’ll use every art I have to conquer this enemy of women!
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8. Moll: The Roaring Girl
A monologue from the play by Thomas Middleton and Thomas Dekker
Length: Less than 2 minutes
What’s it about? –Moll, a fierce woman from “Moll: The Roaring Girl,” explodes in this monologue. She rejects the idea that men can view all women as easy conquests. Moll angrily criticizes men who gossip and assume friendliness means a woman is loose. She defends women whose reputations are unfairly ruined by such talk. Moll declares her defiance against men, both their cruelty and their manipulative flattery. She sees these tactics as tools to prey on vulnerable women.
Moll, strong and independent, questions why she’s seen as a target. She delivers a final message: she’d never give in to a man, but rather control him. This powerful and funny monologue highlights Moll’s anger at being misjudged and her desire to defend herself and all women.
Moll
To teach thy base thoughts manners: th’art one of those
That thinks each woman thy fond, flexible wh*re
If she but cast a liberal eye upon thee;
Turn back her head, she’s thine, or amongst company,
By chance drink first to thee. Then she’s quite gone;
There’s no means to help her, nay, for a need,
Wilt swear unto thy credulous fellow lechers
That th’art more in favour with a lady
At first sight than her monkey all her lifetime.
How many of our sex by such as thou
Have their good thoughts paid with a blasted name
That never deserved loosely, or did trip
In path of whoredom beyond cup and lip?
But for the stain of conscience and of soul,
Better had women fall into the hands
Of an act silent than a bragging nothing.
There’s no mercy in’t. What durst move you, sir,
To think me whorish, a name which I’d tear out
From the high German’s throat if it lay ledger there
To dispatch privy slanders against me?
In thee I defy all men, their worst hates
And their best flatteries, all their golden witchcrafts
With which they entangle the poor spirits of fools,
Distressed needlewomen, and trade-fall’n wives.
Fish that must needs bite or themselves be bitten,
Such hungry things as these may soon be took
With a worm fast’ned on a golden hook:
Those are the lecher’s food, his prey; he watches
For quarrelling wedlocks, and poor shifting sisters:
’Tis the best fish he takes. But why, good fisherman,
Am I thought meat for you, that never yet
Had angling rod cast towards me? ’Cause, you’ll say,
I’m given to sport, I’m often merry, jest.
Had mirth no kindred in the world but lust?
Oh, shame take all her friends then! But howe’er
Thou and the baser world censure my life,
I’ll send ’em word by thee, and write so much
Upon thy breast, ’cause thou shalt bear’t in mind:
Tell them ’twere base to yield where I have conquer’d.
I scorn to prostitute myself to a man,
I that can prostitute a man to me:
And so I greet thee.
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9. The Beggar’s Opera
A monologue from the play by John Gay
Length: 1 minute.
What’s it about? – Mrs. Peachum’s furious monologue in “The Beggar’s Opera” uses dark humor to mock Polly’s romantic choice, exaggerate the perils of marriage, and expose the hypocrisy of social classes.
Mrs. Peachum mocks Polly’s desire for a fancy life, scoffing at the idea that marriage is anything but financial hardship and marital squabbles. She questions Polly’s ability to support a husband with expensive vices and implies Polly will be just as neglected by Macheath as by any other man.
Mrs. Peachum
You baggage, you hussy! you inconsiderate jade! Had you been hanged, it would not have vexed me, for that might have been your misfortune; but to do such a mad thing by choice!
—The wench is married, husband. (…) I knew she was always a proud sl*t; and now the wench hath played the fool and married, because forsooth she would do like the gentry.
Can you support the expense of a husband, hussy, in gaming, drinking and whoring? have you money enough to carry on the daily quarrels of man and wife about who shall squander most?
There are not many husbands and wives who can bear the charges of plaguing one another in a handsome way. If you must be married, could you introduce nobody into our family but a highwayman?
Why, thou foolish jade, thou wilt be as ill used, and as much neglected, as if thou hadst married a lord!
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10 Best Comedic Monologues For Women From Movies
Listed below are 10 of the best comedic monologues from movies that are “just right” for female actors. These selections are guaranteed to make you 🤣😂🤣 and staying in character can be quite challenging. So, be prepared to roll on the floor with laughter as you try to deliver these hilarious monologues flawlessly.
1. Bridesmaids
A monologue from the screenplay by Annie Mumolo and Kristen Wiig
Length: less than 2 minutes
What’s it about? – This monologue is a hilarious meltdown from Annie, a bridesmaid on the verge of a breakdown. She’s fuming mad about her friend Lillian’s upcoming wedding, and it’s all coming out in a jealous, sugar-crazed frenzy.
Annie
I told you she wanted to go to Paris. I told you Paris! I told you! What, you’re going to go to Paris with Helen now?! Are you going to ride around on bikes with berets and f***ing baguettes in the basket of the front of your bikes?
How romantic! What woman gives another woman a trip to Paris? Am I right? Lesbian! We’re all thinking it aren’t we? Yes, we’re all thinking it. Right? Lillian this is not the ‘you’ I know.
The ‘you’ that I know, would have walked in here and rolled your eyes and thought this was completely over the top, ridiculous, and stupid. Look at this shower! LOOK at that f***ing COOKIE!! Did you really think this group of women would finish that cookie?
Hey, you know what!? That reminds me, I don’t think I ever got a piece! Stupid f***ing cookie! Yes, we’re all thinking it. Right? Oooh, delicious! Ooo! Maybe it’s better if I dip it in the CHOCOLATE!! Is this what you want Lillian!?
Nothing says friendship like 1,000 gallons of unsanitary chocolate! Ow, ow, ow! What am I doing? Well, let me fill you in. Ever since you got engaged, everything has turned to shit. It’s all her fault. It’s not mine.
You would know that if you got your beautiful-haired-head out of your ahole. In fact, out of her ahole! WHICH I’M SURE IS PERFECTLY BLEACHED! I am happy for you, Lillian. I am very happy for you.
I wish you well and I won’t bother you anymore.
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2. Harold And Maude
A monologue from the screen play by Colin Higgins
Length : 1 minute
What’s it about?- This monologue is a darkly funny fight between Harold and his mom.
Mom uses a personality test to control him, filling in answers that mock his introverted nature and Harold silently rebels with gestures like pointing a gun or creating humor from the absurdity.
Mrs. Chasen
First, here is the personality interview which you are to fill out and return. Now then, are you ready, Harold? Here is the first question. ‘Are you uncomfortable meeting new people?’ Well, I think that’s a yes, don’t you agree, Harold?
‘Should sex education be taught outside the home?’ Oh, I would say no, wouldn’t you, Harold? Yeah, we’ll give a D there. Three: ‘Should women run for president of the United States?’ I don’t see why not. Absolutely yes.
‘Do you remember jokes and take pleasure in relating them to others?’ Well, you don’t do that, do you, Harold? No. Absolutely not. ‘Do you often get the feeling that perhaps life isn’t worth living?’ Hmm, what is it, Harold? A? B?
Oh, we’ll put C – not sure. ‘Is the subject of sex being overexploited by our mass media?’ Well, that would have to be yes, wouldn’t it? ‘Is it difficult for you to accept criticism?’ No. We’ll mark D.
‘Do you sometimes have headaches or backaches after a difficult day?’ Yes, I do indeed. ‘Do you go to sleep easily?’ I’d say so. ‘Do you believe in capital punishment for murder?’ Oh, yes, I do indeed.
‘In your opinion, are social affairs usually a waste of time?’ Heavens, no! ‘Can God influence our lives?’ Oh, yes, absolutely yes. ‘Does your personal religion or philosophy include a life after death?’ (Harold points his gun at his mother)
Oh, yes, indeed. That’s absolutely. ‘Did you enjoy life when you were a child?’ Oh, yes, you were a wonderful baby, Harold. ‘Do you think the sexual revolution has gone too far?’ It certainly has. ‘Do you find the idea of wife-swapping distasteful?’
I even find the question distasteful. ‘Do you…’ (gunshot) Harold, please! ‘Do you have ups and downs without obvious reason?’ Oh, that’s you, Harold!
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3. Adam’s Family Values
A monologue from the screenplay by Paul Rudnick
Length: about a minute
What’s it about? – Debbie Jellinsky isn’t your Cruella de Vil. No bloodlust, just a firm belief in persuasion (and slides, apparently). A childhood betrayal with a Barbie fuels her dark path. Ballerina dreams dashed by a Malibu monstrosity? Parents had to go.
Fast forward: a heart surgeon husband obsessed with scalpel duty, a senator prioritizing budgets over Benzes. All roadblocks on Debbie’s path to love, loot, and happily ever after. The Addamses offered a glimmer of hope, but true love remained elusive.
So, Debbie did what any desperate, materialistic black widow would do: “persuaded” them to see things her way. With a chilling goodbye and a final plea for bling, Debbie seals her fate, leaving us both horrified and strangely tickled by her twisted take on happily ever after.
Debbie Jellinsky
I don’t want to hurt anybody. I don’t enjoy hurting anybody. I don’t like guns, or bombs, or electric chairs. But sometimes people just won’t listen. So I have to use persuasion. And slides. My parents: Sharon and Dave.
Generous. Doting…or where they? All I ever wanted was a Ballerina Barbie in her pretty pink tutu. My birthday. I was ten. And do you know what they got me? MAL-I-BU BAR-BIE! That’s not what I wanted. That’s not who I was.
I was a ballerina. GRACEFUL! DELICATE! They had to go. My first husband, the heart surgeon. All day long coronaries, transplants. “Sorry about dinner, Deb, the Pope has a cold.” Husband number two: the senator.
He loved his state. He loved his country. “Sorry, Debbie, no Mercedes this year. We have to set an example.” Oh, yeah? SET THIS! My latest husband. My late husband, Fester. The corpse, and his adorable family.
They took me in, accepted me, but did any of you love me? Really love me? So, I…I killed. So, I maimed. So, I destroyed one innocent life after another. Aren’t I a human being? Don’t I yearn, and ache, and shop?
Don’t I deserve love? And jewelry? Sorry. Goodbye, everybody! Wish me luck.
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4. Juno
A monologue from the screenplay by Diablo Cody
Length: about a minute
What’s it about? – Juno explodes at Paulie in a jealous rage, all while pretending she’s perfectly fine. She throws shade at Paulie’s date, Katrina, and claims she has cooler plans for prom night – anything from pedicures to church to a bizarre garbage truck incident. This sarcastic tirade hides her true feelings – a mix of hurt and anger over being rejected for prom.
Through it all, Juno tries to act indifferent, even cracking a joke about “keeping his virginity” under wraps. But the underlying hurt and anger simmer just below the surface, making her meltdown both funny and a little bit sad.
Are you honestly and truly going to Prom with Katrina De Voort? Leah, just said that you were gonna go with her. Your mom must be pretty stoked that you’re not taking me. I’m not mad. I’m in a great mood.
I mean despite the fact that, well, I’m in a fat suit that I can’t take off and despite the fact that pretty much everyone’s makin’ fun of me behind my back. And despite the fact that you’re little girlfriend gave me the stink eye in our class yesterday.
Yeah… what you just take soupy sales to Prom. I can think of so many cooler things to do that night. Like you know what, Bleek? I might pumice my feet. Um… I might go to Brenstone Unitarian Church. Maybe get hit by a truck full of hot garbage juice, you know?
Cause all those things would be exponentially cooler than going to Prom with you. Why? Cause I… got bored and had sex with you? And I didn’t want to like, marry you? Right… you just take Katrina in the douche packer to Prom.
I’m sure you two will have like, a real bitchin’ time. I still have your virginity. What are you ashamed that we did it? Because at least you don’t have to have the evidence under your sweater. I’m a planet.
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5. My Big Fat Greek Wedding
A monologue from the screen play by Nia Vardalos
Length: less than a minute
What’s it about? – Toula dives into a hilarious rant about her larger-than-life Greek family. We hear about epic battles over lamb brains between her dad and uncles, an aunt wielding an eyeball like a weapon (supposedly to make her smarter!), and the sheer overwhelming number of cousins – 27 first cousins alone! Privacy is a foreign concept in this family, with everyone constantly entangled in each other’s lives.
And let’s not forget the food – a never-ending feast that fuels their boisterous gatherings. Toula paints a picture of a family obsessed with food, each other, and, well, more food. She even throws in a playful jab at the Greek tradition of marrying within their ethnicity, all to create more loud, breeding Greek eaters!
Toula
So, what happens is my dad and uncles, they fight over who gets to eat the lamb brain. And then my aunt Voula forks the eyeball and chases me around with it, try to get me to eat it, ’cause it’s gonna make me smart.
So, you have two cousins, I have 27 first cousins. Just 27 first cousins alone! And my whole family is big and loud. And everybody is in each other’s lives and business. All the time! Like, you never just have a minute alone,
just to think, ‘Cause we’re always together, just eating, eating, eating! The only other people we know are Greeks, ’cause Greeks marry Greeks to breed more Greeks, to be loud breeding Greek eaters.
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6. Mean Girls
A monologue from the screenplay by Tina Fey (Based on the book by Rosalind Wiseman)
Length: Less than 1 minute for each
What’s it about? – This monologue is actually two separate speeches from the movie Mean Girls.
The first one is by Gretchen Wieners. She complains about the unfair social hierarchy in high school, comparing it to Julius Caesar and Brutus in Roman history. It’s funny because Gretchen completely misses the point, using a grand historical metaphor for teenage popularity.
The second speech is by Ms. Norbury, a teacher who delivers a harsh reality check to Regina George, the leader of the Plastics. Ms. Norbury warns Regina about her mean behavior and predicts a lonely future if she doesn’t change. The humor comes from the teacher’s bluntness, singling out students and bluntly telling them they haven’t peaked in terms of attractiveness (Annika) or are already past it (Karen).
Gretchen
Why should Caesar get to stomp around like a giant while the rest of us try not to get smushed under his big feet? What’s so great about Caesar? Hm? Brutus is just as cute as Caesar. ‘K, Brutus is just as smart as Caesar.
People totally like Brutus just as much as they like Caesar. And when did it become okay for one person to be the boss of everybody, huh? Because that’s not what Rome is about. We should totally just stab Caesar!
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Ms. Norbury
Regina George. Every girl here is afraid of you. I’m afraid of you half the time. But I’ve met girls like you before and I can tell you, if you don’t change your life, you’re about ten years away from being a divorced Real Estate agent with chipped nail tips.
And don’t think Regina is the meanest girl in this school. I have never met anybody as mean as Jessica Lopez. I’ve seen Jessica Lopez make a girl cry just by looking at her. Do it, Jessica.
You guys wear your tiny little t-shirts that say “Princess” and “Diva” and you act like you’ve got it all under control, but I know you’re freaking out inside. You feel like everybody else has some kind of secret guidebook on how to be perfect and cute and you’re just a goon.
That’s cause you’re still changing. Not everybody looks their best at 15. (to an awkward girl) Annika. You’re gonna hit your peak in five years. (to another awkward girl) Emily, it’s all gonna happen for you in your thirties.
You’re gonna be, like – (sexy voice) “I teach yoga in Los Angeles” Karen, you are at your peak right now. Take a lot of pictures. Wear your bathing suit whenever possible. This is it for you.
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7. Prey for Rock & Roll
A monologue from the screen play by Cheri Lovedog & Robin Whitehouse
Length: Less than 2 minutes
What’s it about? – Jacki unleashes a hilarious rant about her lifelong quest for rock and roll glory. Fueled by a life-altering Tina Turner concert in her dorky seventh-grade days, Jacki ditched dreams of teaching or nursing for the stage.
Jacki
All my life, all I ever wanted to be was a rock and roll star. I was this dorky seventh grader from the Valley when I had my first cool experience. My boyfriend, Johnny Miller, had his dad drive us to see Ike and Tina Turner at the Hollywood Bowl.
Oh man… she scared the shit out of me! It was the most bad-assed thing I’d ever seen a woman do. Suddenly, the idea of becoming a teacher or a nurse lost its edge. Heh, sorry mom.
The second after I’d got my driver’s license, I grabbed my fake ID, jumped into my Pinto, and headed straight over the hill for Hollywood. I saw the band X at The Whiskey and I fell in love with punk rock.
I left that show knowing I had to have my own band. So I got an electric guitar, learned three chords, and conned some chicks into starting a band with me. That was 20 years ago. Today, and God knows how many bands later, not much has changed.
Not the gigs, not the clubs, not the money. Tonight we made 13.50 each. Not even enough to support my eyeliner habit. And what lucky ladies get to share this glamorous life with me? Let me introduce you to my band.
That’s Faith. Guitar god by night, guitar teacher by day. Oh man, she loves her guitar! I think she only stopped sleeping with it when she started sleeping with Sally. That’s Sally. Let’s see… if Shirley Temple and Keith Moon had a love child, she’d definitely be Sally.
That beautiful mess is Tracy. Lucky for her, she’s a trust fund baby. And a great bass player. Oh.. there’s Jessica. Must be Friday. I’ve spent over twenty years… living breathing f***ing sucking eating sleeping dreaming all things rock and roll.
It never occured to me that I might not make it. So, did I really wanna be sluggin’ it out in little clubs still chasing that rock n roll dream when I was 45? 50? How about f***kin’ 60? I mean, at what point do I become a joke?
In two days I’ll be 40… and surprise surprise, I ain’t no rock star. I could quit, and become the bitter old b*tch who devoted her whole life to rock and roll and never succeeded… or, I could stick with it and become the bitter old b*tch who refused to give up.
Hm…bitter rock chick in a band…bitter rock chick without a band. Either way, bitter and rock and roll end up together.
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8. Clueless
A monologue from the screen play by Amy Heckerling
Length: less than 2 minutes each.
What’s it about?- Its actually 2 separate monologues.
In the first one, Cher comes to a crashing realization – she’s been totally clueless! Elton, Christian, and now Josh – all romantic blunders that culminate in this moment of self-discovery.
Cher (voice over)
Everything I think and everything I do is wrong. I was wrong about Elton, I was wrong about Christian, and now Josh hated me. It all boiled down to one inevitable conclusion, I was just totally clueless…
Oh and this whole Josh and Ty thing was wiggin’ me more than anything. I mean, what was my problem? Ty is my pal, I don’t begrudge her a boyfriend. I really… (looks into a store window) Oooh! I wonder if they have that in my size!
(comes out of the store with bags in tow) What does she want with Josh anyway? He dresses funny, he listens to complaint rock, he’s not even cute in a conventional way… I mean, he’s just like this slug that hangs around the house all the time! Ugh!
And he’s a hideous dancer, couldn’t take him anywhere. Wait a second, what am I stressing about, this is like, Josh. Okay, okay……so he’s kind of a Baldwin. What would he want with Ty, she couldn’t make him happy,
Josh needs someone with imagination, someone to take care of him, someone to laugh at his jokes in case he ever makes any…the suddenly….(pause) Oh my god! I love Josh! I’m majorly, totally, butt crazy in love with Josh!
But now I don’t know how to act around him. I mean normally I’d strut around in my cutest little outfits, and send myself flowers and candy but I couldn’t do that stuff with Josh.
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Cher
So, O.K., like the Haitians need to come to America but some people are all, “What about the sprain on our resources?” And it’s like, when I had this garden party for my father’s birthday and it’s all catered, you know, I said “R.S.V.P.” because it’s a sit down dinner. O.K.?
People come that like, didn’t R.S.V.P.! And I’m buggin’. I have to haul ass to the kitchen, re-distribute the food and like squish in extra place-settings and people are on mismatched chairs and all. But by the end of the day it was like “the more, the merrier”.
And so if the government could just get to the kitchen and re-arrange some things we could certainly party with the Haitians. And in conclusion, may I remind you that it doesn’t say “R.S.V.P.” on the Statue of Liberty.
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9. Something’s Gotta Give
A monologue from the screen play by Nancy Meyers
Length: 1 minute
What’s it about?- Zoe throws a spotlight on the frustrating reality of dating as a single older woman. She highlights the double standard between men and women.Zoe goes on to suggest that men, especially older ones, might feel threatened by accomplished and interesting women like them.The whole thing is like a laugh riot, really.
Zoe
This is really fascinating, what’s going on at this table. Let’s take you and Erica. You’ve been around the block a few times. What are you, around 60? 63. Fantastic! Never married, which as we know, if you were a woman, would be a curse.
You’d be an old maid, a spinster. Blah, blah, blah. So instead of pitying you, they write an article about you. Celebrate your never marrying. You’re elusive and ungetable, a real catch. Then, there’s my gorgeous sister here.
Look at her. She is so accomplished. Most successful female playwright since who? Lillian Hellmann? She’s over 50, divorced, and she sits in night after night after night because available guys her age want something-forgive me, they want somebody that looks like Marin.
The over-50 dating scene is geared towards men leaving older women out. And as a result, the women become more and more productive and therefore, more and more interesting. Which, in turn, makes them even less desirable because as we all know, men- especially older men- are threatened and afraid of productive, interesting women.
It is just so clear! Single older women as a demographic are about as f***ed a group as can ever exist.
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10. Freaky Friday
A monologue from the screen play by Heather Hatch
Length: Less than 1 minute.
What’s it about? – Anna’s monologue from Freaky Friday is a frustrated rant directed at her clueless teacher, Mr. Bates. She’s furious because he gave her a failing grade on an assignment she believes deserves a high mark. However, the real source of her anger is revealed when she connects the bad grade to a past event.
The monologue is both funny and revealing, showcasing Anna’s fiery personality and the awkward situation she finds herself in after switching bodies with her mom.
ANNA
“Mr. Bates, may I please speak with you? By what stretch of the imagination . . . I mean, like, how could I, like, get an “F”? I mean, what mistakes did I make? That was a college-level analysis. In a matter of fact I most certainly am qualified of making that point.
“As in Hamlet, ‘what’s done is done’”? That’s “Macbeth,” you know-nothing twit. Bates. Elton Bates. Griffith High School. Well, you asked me, I mean, my mom to the prom, but she turned you down.
And now you’re taking it out on her daughter, aren’t you? Aren’t you?! Oh come on, it was high school dance. I mean, you’ve got to let go and move on, man. And if you don’t, I’m ! sure the school board would love to hear about your pathetic vendetta against an innocent student.
Oh, and by the way Elton, she had a boyfriend, and you were weird.”
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Conclusion
In conclusion, we hope this blog has helped you find the perfect comedic monologue for your next practice or performance. With a variety of options to choose from, have no doubt you will find something that suits your style and personality.
Remember to practice and have fun with it, but be careful not to burst into laughter while performing them lol, and if you need more comedic material, you can explore our monologue collection table 👇 or check out our acting blogs.
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