Monologue – The Wizard of Oz

Someone challenged me today, without knowing it, to help them with a monologue they had to do for a performing arts audition for Level 3 at college next year.

Did I know some good monologues? I came up with a website for her, which had the following monologues contained therein…

Peter Pan – Dramatic Monologue


Boy, why are you crying? You say that you are not crying? Oh, yes you are. What is my name? Wendy, Moira, Angela, Darling. What’s yours? Peter Pan, is that all? Oh, it is. In that case, I’m so sorry. Where do you live? The second star to the right and straight ‘till what? What a funny address. I ah mean, is that what they put on your letters? Well if you don’t get letters, you mother must get… You don’t have a mother? Oh, Peter.

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory – Dramatic Monologue


(Chewing ferociously on gum, waving arms excitedly, talking in a rapid manner, from somewhere in audience) I’m a gum-chewer normally, but when I heard about these ticket things of Mr Wonka’s, I laid off the gum and switched to candy bars in the hope of striking it lucky. Now, of course, I’m right back on gum. I just adore gum. I can’t do without it. I munch it all day long except for a few minutes at mealtimes when I take it out and stick it behind my ear for safe-keeping. To tell you the honest truth, I simply wouldn’t feel comfortable if I didn’t have that little wedge of gum to chew on every moment of the day, I really wouldn’t. My mother says it’s not ladylike and it looks ugly to see a girl’s jaws going up and down like mine do all the time, but I don’t agree. And who’s she to criticize, anyway, because if you ask me, I’d say that her jaws are going up and down almost as much as mine are just from yelling at me every minute of the day. And now, it may interest you to know that this piece of gum I’m chewing right at this moment is one I’ve been working on for over three months solid. That’s a record, that is. It’s beaten the record held by my best friend, Miss Cornelia Prinzmetel. And was she ever mad! It’s my most treasured possession now, this piece of gum is. At nights, I just stick it on the end of the bedpost, and it’s as good as ever in the mornings.

ANNE FRANK – Dramatic Monologue

Look, Peter, the sky. (she looks up through the skylight) What a lovely, lovely day! Aren’t the clouds beautiful? You know what I do when it seems as if I couldn’t stand being cooped up for one more minute? I think myself out. I think myself on a walk in the park where I used to go with Pim. Where the jonquils and the crocus and the violets grow down the slopes. You know the most wonderful part about thinking yourself out? You can have it any way you like. You can have roses and violets and chrysanthemums all blooming at the same time! It’s funny. I used to take it all for granted. And now I’ve gone crazy about everything to do with nature. Haven’t you? (softly) I wish you had a religion, Peter. Oh, I don’t mean you have to be Orthodox, or believe in heaven and hell and purgatory and things. I just mean some religion. It doesn’t matter what. Just to believe in something! When I think of all that’s out there. The trees. And flowers. And seagulls. When I think of the dearness of you, Peter. And the goodness of people we know, all risking their lives for us every day. When I think of these good things, I’m not afraid any more. I find myself, and God, and I… We’re not the only people that have had to suffer. There’ve always been people that’ve had to. Sometimes one race, sometimes another, and yet…I know it’s terrible, trying to have any faith when people are doing such horrible things, but you know what I sometimes think? I think the world may be going through a phase, the way I was with Mother. It’ll pass, maybe not for hundreds of years, but someday I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are really good at heart. Peter, if you’d only look at it as part of a great pattern.

Peter Pan – Dramatic Monologue


How still the night is. Nothing sounds alive. Now is the hour when the children in their homes are a-bed. Their lips bright- browned with the goodnight chocolate, and their tongues drowsily searching for belated crumbs housed insecurely on their shining cheeks. Compare with them the captive children on this boat. Split me infinitives, but ‘tis me hour of Triumph! Peter killed at last and all the boys are about to walk the plank. At last, I’ve reached me peak! All mortals envy me- no little children love me. I’m, told they play at Peter Pan, and that the strongest always chooses to be Peter. They force the baby to be Hook. THE BABY!

How would you handle these when delivering them? Would you take a word or two at a time, to really get the emphasis over well? I hope so, because that is what successful delivery of a monologue is all about; dramatic emphasis. Words of power brought to life by your acting!

These were from that website, but then, I became more and more challenged to write one of my own, so I asked her, what is her favourite story, or film. The answer came back as The Wizard of Oz, so I asked her her fave character and she said Dorothy.

So, without further ado, I set to writing a two minute monologue that she could learn, take her time with when delivering and master quite easily. Here it it… see if you can hear Dorothy’s voice, from the film at any point in this selection of words.

Dorothy’s Monologue

There comes a time when we have to learn something, as children and young people and I have just learnt a very important lesson in life. You see, for all the so called friends, who say they will support you and then, when the going gets tough, fail you, there are some people who you cannot do without.

Imagine finding such a friend in a cowardly lion too afraid of his own shadow, or a clanking, clunking rusting tin man, minus a heart, or a brainless scarecrow so intent on trying to be brainy? Well that just happened to me in ways that I would not have thought possible, as we pitched battle against an evil wicked witch intent on killing me, fought off trees that wanted to keep their own juicy, ripe red apples and battled little grey, menacing, monkey creatures that even flew!

Yes, flew! Unbelievable, I know!

But it happened. I can assure you. It was so unreal, like it was part of a strange, weird dream. Like someone had managed to put a dream into my head, against my wishes, where nasty creature after creature challenged me to think of how to get home. I was so stuck you see, thinking I had to get home to Aunt Em and the farm. I had to bring Toto back home. I simply had to!

And the odd thing about it all, the thing that I learnt the most, that I now know to be true, is that there is no place like home. There’s no place, like home! That’s where the love is. That is where truth is. That is where family are! That is the place to be.

There’s no place like home!

Go on, have a go at writing one of your own from your favourite film or story. Add it here, or on the FB page for this website, to share with others. It will be gratefully received I am sure.