No Exit - Jean Paule-Sartre - Garcin (male)
Still there? Now listen! I want you to do me a service. No, don’t shrink away. I know it must seem strange to you, having someone asking you for help; you’re not used to that. But if you’ll make the effort, if you’ll only will it hard enough, I dare say we can really love each other. Look at it this way. A thousand of them are proclaiming i’m a coward; but what do numbers matter? If there’s someone, just one person, to say quite positively I did not run away, that I’m not the sort who runs away, that I’m brave and decent and the rest of fit - well, that one peson’s faith would save me. Will you have that faith in me? Then I shall love you and cherish you forever. Estelle-will you?
The Ferryman - Jez Butterworth
MICHAEL: I’ll tell you what I don’t want. I don’t want to watch the door while a Catholic boy
gets hammered. I don’t want to wear that boy’s cross round my neck, show it off to people like a
prize. Thinking I’m Spartacus when I’m just a gangster. I don’t want to get shot in the back of
the head for something I probably never did, and spend ten years face-down in a bog in the
middle of nowhere while my wife and child sit waiting, hoping, praying for me to come home. If
that’s the road to justice you can bangle it. If I’m walking down the old lane there and the car
stops, I’ll know what to say. And you better hope it’s not a story I heard about a young boy
getting hammered half to death in a house on the Palace Road. I don’t know him as well as you,
Shane, but I’m sure Mr. Muldoon doesn’t take kindly to stories like that doing the rounds.
The James Plays Pt. 2 - Rona Munro
William: Have you been to Rome, Jamie? Neither had I till you sent me. I suppose you thought you were doing me a favor. There’s a house, not a rich man's house, a wine merchant’s house, an ordinary shop man’s house you ride past on your way into town. It has paintings of angels on its walls that look like a window into the next world. It has peacocks in its yard. I’m not joking. The wine merchant’s kids are kicking peacocks’ eggs around his garden in Rome. With angels watching them. And I come home and I’m supposed to feel like a rich man because I’ve got another hundred we sheep? What’s the point? Tell me? What’s the point of that? Seems to me that round here there’s no point in any of it if you’ve got to do what another man tells you to do. Is there? You can take my land, take all my money, have my property go on… I’m a rich man, apparently, take the lot. Take the head off my shoulders, Jamie. But you’re never going to tell me what to do. Alright? That’s what it means to be a rich man in this country.
Still there? Now listen! I want you to do me a service. No, don’t shrink away. I know it must seem strange to you, having someone asking you for help; you’re not used to that. But if you’ll make the effort, if you’ll only will it hard enough, I dare say we can really love each other. Look at it this way. A thousand of them are proclaiming i’m a coward; but what do numbers matter? If there’s someone, just one person, to say quite positively I did not run away, that I’m not the sort who runs away, that I’m brave and decent and the rest of fit - well, that one peson’s faith would save me. Will you have that faith in me? Then I shall love you and cherish you forever. Estelle-will you?
The Ferryman - Jez Butterworth
MICHAEL: I’ll tell you what I don’t want. I don’t want to watch the door while a Catholic boy
gets hammered. I don’t want to wear that boy’s cross round my neck, show it off to people like a
prize. Thinking I’m Spartacus when I’m just a gangster. I don’t want to get shot in the back of
the head for something I probably never did, and spend ten years face-down in a bog in the
middle of nowhere while my wife and child sit waiting, hoping, praying for me to come home. If
that’s the road to justice you can bangle it. If I’m walking down the old lane there and the car
stops, I’ll know what to say. And you better hope it’s not a story I heard about a young boy
getting hammered half to death in a house on the Palace Road. I don’t know him as well as you,
Shane, but I’m sure Mr. Muldoon doesn’t take kindly to stories like that doing the rounds.
The James Plays Pt. 2 - Rona Munro
William: Have you been to Rome, Jamie? Neither had I till you sent me. I suppose you thought you were doing me a favor. There’s a house, not a rich man's house, a wine merchant’s house, an ordinary shop man’s house you ride past on your way into town. It has paintings of angels on its walls that look like a window into the next world. It has peacocks in its yard. I’m not joking. The wine merchant’s kids are kicking peacocks’ eggs around his garden in Rome. With angels watching them. And I come home and I’m supposed to feel like a rich man because I’ve got another hundred we sheep? What’s the point? Tell me? What’s the point of that? Seems to me that round here there’s no point in any of it if you’ve got to do what another man tells you to do. Is there? You can take my land, take all my money, have my property go on… I’m a rich man, apparently, take the lot. Take the head off my shoulders, Jamie. But you’re never going to tell me what to do. Alright? That’s what it means to be a rich man in this country.
The Autumn Garden - Lillian Hellman
Frederick:
Will you stop acting as if you’re taking me back to school? I will be disappointed if you don't wish to come with me but I am sailing on the sixteenth. There’s nothing to be so upset about. We're going to have a companion. That’s all. We know nothing of traveling and Payson knows all of Europe. I didn’t consult you because the idea came up quickly and Payson had to get his ticket before the travel office closed for the weekend. I’ve never had much fun. Never seen the things I wished to see, never met the people I wanted to meet or been the places where I could. There are wonderful things to see and to learn about and to try to understand. We’re lucky to have somebody who knows about them and who is willing to have us tag along. I’m not much to drag around- I’ll come back, and you can take up my life again. Six months isn’t much to ask.
Frederick:
Will you stop acting as if you’re taking me back to school? I will be disappointed if you don't wish to come with me but I am sailing on the sixteenth. There’s nothing to be so upset about. We're going to have a companion. That’s all. We know nothing of traveling and Payson knows all of Europe. I didn’t consult you because the idea came up quickly and Payson had to get his ticket before the travel office closed for the weekend. I’ve never had much fun. Never seen the things I wished to see, never met the people I wanted to meet or been the places where I could. There are wonderful things to see and to learn about and to try to understand. We’re lucky to have somebody who knows about them and who is willing to have us tag along. I’m not much to drag around- I’ll come back, and you can take up my life again. Six months isn’t much to ask.
Our Town-Thornton Wilder
Emily, I’m glad you spoke to me about that . . . that fault in my character. What you said was right; but there was one thing wrong in it, and that was when you said that for a year I wasn't noticing people, and . . . you, for instance. Why, you say you were watching me when I did everything ... I was doing the same about you all the time. Why, sure, I always thought about you as one of the chief people I thought about. I always made sure where you were sitting on the bleachers, and who you were with, and for three days now I've been trying to walk home with you; but something's always got in the way. Yesterday I was standing over against the wall waiting for you, and you walked home with Miss Corcoran. Listen, Emily, I'm going to tell you why I'm not going to Agriculture School. I think that once you've found a person that you're very fond of ... I mean a person who's fond of you, too, and likes you enough to be interested in your character . . . Well, I think that's just as important as college is, and even more so. That's what I think.
The Starry Messenger - Kenneth Lonergan
Ian: Back up!. I take a fair number of classes like this one. And I find a lot of teachers I met really appreciate a little feedback about their teaching. I know a lot of the institutions provide you with like a one page comment sheet at the end of the course, but I find that so summary. Somebody takes three hours a week to try to teach me something, it feels really disrespectful to me to just dash off some half formed opinions on the last day and the present that to him as my comments, you know? So what I traditionally do is just write up a little critique of the class overall and then go over it with the teacher roughy midway through the course, so they can have a chance to incorporate any of the criticisms they see fit into the rest of the course. And I wanted to go over some of them with you now if that's okay. All right, so I kind of break these down into different categories, so… ‘One Presentation of Information. Excellent.’ You're doing really well so far. Okay. ‘Two:Individual Attention.’ Yeah. This was a tough one for me. I gotta say I would ask you questions which you thought was jumping ahead and you never really would answer it. So I gave you a ‘Poor.’ ‘Dissatisfactory’ is the worst. ‘Poor’ is like the second worst. ‘Three:Personal teaching style’ Again this is a tough one. Style is probably the most important element a teacher will ever bring to bear on his or her work. So please don't take this personally but overall, I have to say, I find your style very dry. Your jokes are like so-so. It's more like I’m appreciating the fact that your trying to make one than I’m really laughing at the actual joke. And I really think you can do better without becoming unnaturally flamboyant.
Emily, I’m glad you spoke to me about that . . . that fault in my character. What you said was right; but there was one thing wrong in it, and that was when you said that for a year I wasn't noticing people, and . . . you, for instance. Why, you say you were watching me when I did everything ... I was doing the same about you all the time. Why, sure, I always thought about you as one of the chief people I thought about. I always made sure where you were sitting on the bleachers, and who you were with, and for three days now I've been trying to walk home with you; but something's always got in the way. Yesterday I was standing over against the wall waiting for you, and you walked home with Miss Corcoran. Listen, Emily, I'm going to tell you why I'm not going to Agriculture School. I think that once you've found a person that you're very fond of ... I mean a person who's fond of you, too, and likes you enough to be interested in your character . . . Well, I think that's just as important as college is, and even more so. That's what I think.
The Starry Messenger - Kenneth Lonergan
Ian: Back up!. I take a fair number of classes like this one. And I find a lot of teachers I met really appreciate a little feedback about their teaching. I know a lot of the institutions provide you with like a one page comment sheet at the end of the course, but I find that so summary. Somebody takes three hours a week to try to teach me something, it feels really disrespectful to me to just dash off some half formed opinions on the last day and the present that to him as my comments, you know? So what I traditionally do is just write up a little critique of the class overall and then go over it with the teacher roughy midway through the course, so they can have a chance to incorporate any of the criticisms they see fit into the rest of the course. And I wanted to go over some of them with you now if that's okay. All right, so I kind of break these down into different categories, so… ‘One Presentation of Information. Excellent.’ You're doing really well so far. Okay. ‘Two:Individual Attention.’ Yeah. This was a tough one for me. I gotta say I would ask you questions which you thought was jumping ahead and you never really would answer it. So I gave you a ‘Poor.’ ‘Dissatisfactory’ is the worst. ‘Poor’ is like the second worst. ‘Three:Personal teaching style’ Again this is a tough one. Style is probably the most important element a teacher will ever bring to bear on his or her work. So please don't take this personally but overall, I have to say, I find your style very dry. Your jokes are like so-so. It's more like I’m appreciating the fact that your trying to make one than I’m really laughing at the actual joke. And I really think you can do better without becoming unnaturally flamboyant.
The Emperor and Galilean - Henrik Ibsen
Julian: And yet I came here in exaltation of spirit. I saw, in my fancy, a mighty contest between
us two-- the world’s truth in pitched battle against God’s truth.-- What has it all come to?
Libanius never seriously desired that contest. He never desired any contest whatever; he cares
only for his own interest. I tell you Gregory, --Libanius is not a great man. A great man he is not,
I tell you. Once only have I seen Libanius great: that night in Constantinople. Then he was
great, because he had suffered a great wrong, and because he was filled with a noble wrath.
But here! Oh, what have I not seen here? Libanius has great learning, but he is no great man.
Libanius is greedy; he is vain; he is eaten up with envy. See you not how he has writhed under
the fame which I-- largely, no doubt, owing to the indulgence of my friends-- have been so
fortunate as to acquire? Go to Libanius, and he will expound to you the inward essence and the
outward signs of all the virtues.
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime - Simon Stephens
ED: Look maybe I shouldn’t say this, but... I want you to know that you can trust me. Life is
difficult you know. It’s bloody hard telling the truth all the time. But I want you to know that I’m
trying. You have to know that I am going to tell you the truth from now on. About everything.
Because... if you don’t tell the truth now, then later on it hurts even more. So... I killed
Wellington Christopher. Just,... let me explain. When your Mum left... Eileen... Mrs Shears....
She was very good to me. She helped me through a very difficult time. And I’m not sure I would
have made it without her. Well, you know how she was round here most days. Popping over to
see if we were OK. If we needed anything... I thought... Well... God Christopher, I’m trying to
keep this simple... I thought we were friends. And I guess I thought wrong.
Julian: And yet I came here in exaltation of spirit. I saw, in my fancy, a mighty contest between
us two-- the world’s truth in pitched battle against God’s truth.-- What has it all come to?
Libanius never seriously desired that contest. He never desired any contest whatever; he cares
only for his own interest. I tell you Gregory, --Libanius is not a great man. A great man he is not,
I tell you. Once only have I seen Libanius great: that night in Constantinople. Then he was
great, because he had suffered a great wrong, and because he was filled with a noble wrath.
But here! Oh, what have I not seen here? Libanius has great learning, but he is no great man.
Libanius is greedy; he is vain; he is eaten up with envy. See you not how he has writhed under
the fame which I-- largely, no doubt, owing to the indulgence of my friends-- have been so
fortunate as to acquire? Go to Libanius, and he will expound to you the inward essence and the
outward signs of all the virtues.
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime - Simon Stephens
ED: Look maybe I shouldn’t say this, but... I want you to know that you can trust me. Life is
difficult you know. It’s bloody hard telling the truth all the time. But I want you to know that I’m
trying. You have to know that I am going to tell you the truth from now on. About everything.
Because... if you don’t tell the truth now, then later on it hurts even more. So... I killed
Wellington Christopher. Just,... let me explain. When your Mum left... Eileen... Mrs Shears....
She was very good to me. She helped me through a very difficult time. And I’m not sure I would
have made it without her. Well, you know how she was round here most days. Popping over to
see if we were OK. If we needed anything... I thought... Well... God Christopher, I’m trying to
keep this simple... I thought we were friends. And I guess I thought wrong.