Sample Monologues

Here are a few Sample Monologues to help you at your next audition.


Both Angie and Harmony are in their early teens. Angie’s going through some physical changes, inside and out, and like any other good teenager, can’t associate these changes with life’s little obstacles.

Angie: What’s going on Harmony? I don’t get it, why is it when you become a teenager everything gets so confusing? I mean, what are they doing, spiking the make-up? Is there some unwritten law that when you become a teenager you move into the realm of insanity? If I remember correctly, that’s about the time everything started getting nutty. Think about it…I’m supposed to wash my face BEFORE I exercise to prevent build-up. No, I’m supposed to wash my face AFTER I exercise to prevent break-outs. I’m NOT SUPPOSED to eat chocolate because it causes pimples. Wait, I’m SUPPOSED to eat chocolate before I take a test, because it’s great, “brain food.” I’m SUPPOSED to have lots of foods hat are rich in iron to help my circulation. Hold on, now, I’m NOT SUPPOSED to have a lot of iron because it prevents my body from absorbing calcium properly. Wow, if I can survive being a confused teenager, I think I can pretty much survive anything! (Change of heart) Let’s get out of here, I’m hungry!


Mike and Jennifer (Jen) have been best friends and lived in the same neighborhood since they were little kids. They did everything together, and could talk about anything with each other. They’ve been in high school now for about one or two years and the relationship seems to have become a little more complicated, at least as far as Jen was concerned. Brad is sitting on his front step looking deep in thought. Jen is coming over, see’s him, and is a little concerned.

Mike: Hi Jen, what’s up? Say, you don’t happen to know this girl named Lydia that goes to our school, do you? She’s in our World History class. She sits in the back…You know… the girl with the light brown hair and the big beautiful smile. (beat) Yeah, that’s the one. What do you think of her? I totally want to go out with her, but I don’t even think she notices me. You got any ideas? (beat) Well, I’ve tried a couple of times to ask her out, but whenever I seem to get close to her, it’s like she see’s right through me, like I don’t even exist. It’s like I could stand in between her and the girl she’s talking too, and I would even be interrupting them. (beat) What are you talking about, I don’t want to ask anybody else. I want to go out with her. I feel like she’s everything I want in a girlfriend. (beat) How would I know if we have anything in common, I can’t seem to get close enough to find out. (beat) What?…I know I don’t NEED a girlfriend, but I want one. (pauses/gets a bad feeling) Hey, wait a minute, what are you trying to do here? Jinx it!…You’re supposed to be helping me out, what’s got into you!? I’ve never seen you like this before. (beat) Like what?…You know what! (pauses for a second/ light bulb goes off in his head!) Oh my Gosh!…Jen!…Oh my Gosh! I am so sorry…I get it now. (giggles in disbelief) Jen, oh no…I’m not laughing at you, I guess I never thought of you that way. You just caught me by surprise. (beat) I DO like you! (beat) You ARE beautiful! (beat) I don’t know, I guess I never knew, but to be real honest with you Jen, I like our relationship the way it is. Jen!?…Please!…Where are you going?…Why are you so mad!?…Jen, COME BACK! I know we can work this out…(to himself) Okay great! Now I’ve done it. (reflects) Yep, I think it’s time to rethink this.

ADULT FEMALE  (Shakespeare)


JULIET: Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name
When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?
But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?
That villain cousin would have killed my husband.
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring!
Your tributary drops belong to woe,
Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.
My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain;
And Tybalt’s dead, that would have slain my husband.
All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?
Some word there was, worser than Tybalt’s death,
That murd’red me. I would forget it fain;
But O, it presses to my memory
Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners’ minds!
‘Tybalt is dead, and Romeo–banishèd!’
That ‘banishèd,’ that one word ‘banishèd,’
Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt’s death
Was woe enough, if it had ended there;
Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship
And needly will be ranked with other griefs,
Why followèd not, when she said ‘Tybalt’s dead,’
Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,
Which modern lamentation might have moved?
But with a rearward following Tybalt’s death,
‘Romeo is banishèd’–to speak that word
Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
All slain, all dead. ‘Romeo is banishèd’–
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
In that word’s death; no words can that woe sound.


ADULT MALE  (Shakespeare)


So shaken as we are, so wan with care,
Find we a time for frighted peace to pant,
And breathe short-winded accents of new broils
To be commenced in strands afar remote.
No more the thirsty entrance of this soil
Shall daub her lips with her own children’s blood;
Nor more shall trenching war channel her fields,
Nor bruise her flowerets with the armed hoofs
Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes,
Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven,
All of one nature, of one substance bred,
Did lately meet in the intestine shock
And furious close of civil butchery
Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks,
March all one way and be no more opposed
Against acquaintance, kindred and allies:
The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife,
No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends,
As far as to the sepulchre of Christ,
Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
We are impressed and engaged to fight,
Forthwith a power of English shall we levy;
Whose arms were moulded in their mothers’ womb
To chase these pagans in those holy fields
Over whose acres walk’d those blessed feet
Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail’d
For our advantage on the bitter cross.
But this our purpose now is twelve month old,
And bootless ’tis to tell you we will go:
Therefore we meet not now. Then let me hear
Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,
What yesternight our council did decree
In forwarding this dear expedience.


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  1. Thank you guys heaps, I’m going for an audition on Sunday and I have to have a pre-prepared dialogue (?) Kudos, guys!

  2. Hola!!!!!!!!!!!! soy Nereyda se que soy talentosa se cantar, actuar, bailar ..
    y todo pero en mi país no hay oportunidades para estas cosas, que es lo que ami me gusta, estoy decidida a luchar por mis sueños… y quisiera asistir para audicionar en alguno de sus casting, se que en esta vida todo requiere de un gran sacrificio y estoy dispuesta a hacerlo si fuera preciso viajar a otro país, otro continente lo haría de mil ganas..
    me gusta pro`ponerme metas y cumplirlas.. porfa respondan me y díganme que tengo que hacer donde tengo que ir!!!! aqui les pongo mi correo contáctenme

  3. I want this badly been in annie produtions at my school im 12yrs old please accept me even though if I mess up at the audition please give me another chance thats makinge have more confidence

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