
Is that a man whose glass is half empty or is that a man whose glass is half empty? I mean, his outlook on the world is so, so – I mean it goes beyond fatalistic - and it gets pretty depressing. LOUISE:ĭamn! It makes me so mad! The way he just stood here. Her frustration with this stagnant relationship has finally got the better of her. Like death.īut it’s always been like the photographs! And I want to be in a movie! An adventure movie where half my clothes are torn off by a gorilla and I marry the chief and I’m thrown in a volcano but I survive and become a Hollywood star and give it up and become a nun in an insane asylum in France and learn about being silent and unknown, and I invent something…useful and good…that the government and the corporations want to steal and twist for evil ! I just wish that my existence was more ….picaresque.Įxcerpts from The Wedding Script by Don Hannah (Canadian) comedy/Drama Louise is a 35-year-old woman, full of energy and life, who has been romantically involved for a number of years with a loser. I thought it was supposed to be this great adventure. I thought that marriage was supposed to lead somewhere, not just be some frozen terrific moment.


It’s been three years and we’re still on the balcony, if you know what I mean. And all the twit answering the phone could say was, “We don’t have that item in stock, but we can offer you a box of nite-time Pampers if that would help.” Shit!Įxcerpts from Women of Manhattan by John Patrick Shanley Romance/Adventureīillie explains to her close friend Rhonda, why her relationship with Bill is driving her insane. So, she gives me the number for the Family Support Unit, and I called them that day. So, when my soc saw that I wasn’t gonna go along with her game she goes,” Well with two babies, your gonna need a double stroller and you’d better start working on it now.” It’s always ‘you better” or “you gotta” with my soc.

You know, the kind of lady who might as well walk around wearing a neon sign saying: “I’ve never been caught toasted in some stranger’s bed with my pants down on a Friday night, so what’s your excuse?” So, when I told her I was four months pregnant and Crystal was barely 8 months it was: “Miss Nolan, have you considered all your options? Would you like to read through this pamphlet on adoption? As if I’m just gonna chuck my baby out like some used condom, so some other lady can bring her up and tell her all kinds of shit about her fat, lazy no good mother who didn’t want her. My social worker, she’s this real uptight cow. Excerpts from Mothers Have Nine Lives by Joanna Alexandra Norland Comedy Gina:
