22 Comedic Monologues For Females From Movies
2. Harold And Maude
3. Adam’s Family Values
5. My Big Fat Greek Wedding
6. Mean Girls
7. Prey for Rock & Roll
9. Something’s Gotta Give
10. Freaky Friday
11. Beautiful Girls
19 Best Dramatic Monologues For Women From Movies
1. Steel Magnolias
A monologue from the screenplay by Robert Harling
(talking, through tears, about the last minutes with Shelby)
I stayed there. I kept on pushing…just like I always have where Shelby was concerned…hoping she‟d sit up and argue with me.
But finally we all realized there was no hope. At that point I panicked. I was afraid that I wouldn’t survive the next few minutes while they turned off the machines.
Drum couldn‟t take it. He left. Jackson couldn’t take it. He left. It struck me as amusing. Men are supposed to be made of steel or something.
But I couldn’t leave. I just sat there holding Shelby‟s hand while the sounds got softer and the beeps got farther apart until all was quiet.
There was no noise, no tremble. Just peace. I realized as a woman how lucky I was.
I was there when this wonderful person drifted into this world, and I was there when she drifted out.
It was the most precious moment of my life so far.
2. V For Vendetta
A monologue from the screenplay by the Wachowskis
I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like “collateral” and “rendition” became frightening…
while things like “Norsefire” and the “Articles of Allegiance” became powerful. I remember how “different” became dangerous.
I still don’t understand it. Why they hate us so much.
They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I’ve never cried so hard in my life. It wasn’t long till they came for me.
It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and apologised to no-one.
I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch but one. An inch – it is small and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having.
We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I hope that, whoever you are, you escape this place.
I hope that the world turns and that things get better.
But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you,
and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you. Valerie.
3. Requiem For A Dream
A monologue from the screenplay by Hubert Selby Jr. & Darren Aronofsky
I’m somebody now, Harry. Everybody likes me. Soon, millions of people will see me and they’ll all like me.
I’ll tell them about you, and your father, how good he was to us. Remember?
It’s a reason to get up in the morning. It’s a reason to lose weight, to fit in the red dress. It’s a reason to smile.
It makes tomorrow all right. What have I got Harry, hmm?
Why should I even make the bed, or wash the dishes? I do them, but why should I? I’m alone. Your father’s gone, you’re gone.
I got no one to care for. What have I got, Harry? I’m lonely.
I’m old. Ah, it’s not the same. They don’t need me. I like the way I feel. I like thinking about the red dress and the television and you and your father.
Now when I get the sun, I smile.
A monologue from the screenplay by Paddy Chayefsky
Then get out. Go anywhere you want. Go to a hotel, go live with her, but don’t come back!
Because, after 25 years of building a home and raising a family and all the senseless pain that we have inflicted on each other,
I’m damned if I’m gonna stand here and have you tell me you’re in love with somebody else! Because this isn’t a convention weekend with your secretary, is it?
Or, or some broad that you picked up after three belts of booze. This is your great winter romance, isn’t it?
Your last roar of passion before you settle into your emeritus years. Is that what’s left for me? Is that my share?
She gets the winter passion and I get the dotage? What am I supposed to do?
Am I supposed to sit at home knitting and purling while you slink back like some penitent drunk? I’m your wife, damn it!
And if you can’t work up a winter passion for me, the least I require is respect and allegiance! …
I hurt, don’t you understand that? I hurt badly!
5. The Godfather Part 2
A monologue from the screenplay by Mario Puzo & Francis Ford Coppola
Oh, Michael. Michael, you are blind. It wasn’t a miscarriage. It was an abortion. An abortion, Michael.
Just like our marriage is an abortion. Something that’s unholy and evil. I didn’t want your son, Michael!
I wouldn’t bring another one of you sons into this world! It was an abortion, Michael! It was a son Michael! A son!
And I had it killed because this must all end! I know now that it’s over. I knew it then.
There would be no way, Michael… no way you could ever forgive me not with this Sicilian thing that’s been going on for 2,000 years.
A monologue from the screenplay by Alexander Payne & Jim Taylor
I like to think about the life of wine. How it’s a living thing. I like to think about what was going on the year the grapes were growing;
how the sun was shining; if it rained. I like to think about all the people who tended and picked the grapes.
And if it’s an old wine, how many of them must be dead by now.
I like how wine continues to evolve, like if I opened a bottle of wine today it would taste different than if I’d opened it on any other day, because a bottle of wine is actually alive.
And it’s constantly evolving and gaining complexity. That is, until it peaks, like your ’61. And then it begins its steady, inevitable decline.
And it tastes so f***ing good.
7. Changing Lanes
A monologue from the screenplay by Chap Taylor & Michael Tolkin
I could have married an honest man.
I could’ve lived with a professor of Middle English, for example, if he was a moral man and had tenure at Princeton.
But I didn’t. I married a Wall Street lawyer.
Which means I married someone who lives in a world where, when a man comes to the edge of things, he has to commit to staying there and living there.
Can you live there, Gavin? Can you live there with me? You’re not gonna do anything stupid like leaving me.
You’ve had fantasies, I’m sure; so have I, but we’re married. I knew about Michelle. I knew when it was happening, and I knew when it was finished.
And I know you love me. You do love me, and I love you, too. I’m your wife, and I wanna stand beside you.
Just let me help you, Gavin. Let me help you with this.”
A monologue from the screenplay by James V. Hart & Michael Goldenberg
Because I can’t. I… had an experience… I can’t prove it, I can’t even explain it, but everything that I know as a human being, everything that I am tells me that it was real!
I was given something wonderful, something that changed me forever…
A vision… of the universe, that tells us, undeniably, how tiny, and insignificant and how… rare, and precious we all are!
A vision that tells us that we belong to something that is greater then ourselves, that we are *not*, that none of us are alone!
I wish… I… could share that… I wish, that everyone, if only for one… moment, could feel… that awe, and humility, and hope.
But… That continues to be my wish.
A monologue from the screenplay by Woody Allen
My impotence set in a year ago. My paralysis. I suddenly found I couldn’t write any more. Rather, I shouldn’t say suddenly.
Actually, it started happening last winter. Increasing thoughts about death just seemed to come over me.
Um, these, uh… A preoccupation with my own mortality. These… feelings of futility in relation to my work.
I mean, just what am I striving to create anyway? I mean, to what end? For what purpose, what goal?
I mean… Do I really care if a handful of my poems are read after I’m gone? Is that supposed to be some sort of compensation?
I used to think it was, but… now, for some reason… I can’t…
I can’t seem to… I can’t seem to shake the real implication of dying. It’s terrifying. intimacy of it embarrasses me.
10. Before Sunset
A monologue from the screenplay by Richard Linklater, Julie Delpy, & Ethan Hawke
I was fine, until I read your f***ing book! It stirred sh*t up, you know?
It reminded me how genuinely romantic I was, how I had so much hope in things, and now it’s like, I don’t believe in anything that relates to love.
I don’t feel things for people anymore. In a way, I put all my romanticism into that one night, and I was never able to feel all this again.
Like, somehow this night took things away from me and I expressed them to you, and you took them with you!
It made me feel cold, like if love wasn’t for me!…
You know what? Reality and love are almost contradictory for me. It’s funny. Every single of my ex’s, they’re now married!
Men go out with me, we break up, and then they get married!
And later they call me to thank me for teaching them what love is, and, and that I taught them to care and respect women!…
You know, I want to kill them! Why didn’t they ask me to marry them?
I would have said “No,” but at least they could have asked!! But it’s my fault, I know it’s my fault, because I never felt it was the right man. Never!
But what does it mean the right man? The love of your life?
The concept is absurd. The idea that we can only be complete with another person is evil! Right?!…
You know, I guess I’ve been heart-broken too many times. And then I recovered.
So now, you know, from the start I make no effort because I know it’s not going to work out, I know it’s not going to work out.