3 Best Brighton Beach Memoirs Monologues

Brighton Beach Memoirs (Blanche)

Category: Play Role: Blanche From: Brighton Beach Memoirs

BLANCHE: I”m not going to let you hurt me, Nora. I”m not going to let you tell me that I don”t love you or that I haven”t tried to give you as much as I gave Laurie . . . God knows I”m not perfect because enough angry people in this house told me so tonight . . . But I am not going to be a doormat for all the frustrations and unhappiness that you or Aunt Kate or anyone else wants to lay at my feet . . . I did not create this Universe. I do not decide who lives and dies, or who”s rich or poor or who feels loved and who feels deprived. If you feel cheated that Laurie gets more than you, than I feel cheated that my husband died at thirty-six.And if you keep on feeling that way, you”ll end up like me . . . with something much worse than loneliness or helplessness and that”s self-pity. Believe me, there is nothing worse than human being who thrives on his own misfortunes .. . I am sorry, Nora, that you feel unloved and I will do everything I can to change it but I will not go back to being that frightened, helpless woman that I created! . . . I”ve already buried someone I love. Now it”s time to bury someone I hate.RelatedShareTweetPin

And if you keep on feeling that way, you”ll end up like me . . . with something much worse than loneliness or helplessness and that”s self-pity. Believe me, there is nothing worse than human being who thrives on his own misfortunes .. . I am sorry, Nora, that you feel unloved and I will do everything I can to change it but I will not go back to being that frightened, helpless woman that I created! . . . I”ve already buried someone I love. Now it”s time to bury someone I hate.RelatedShareTweetPin

Brighton Beach Memoirs (Nora and Her Future)

Category: Play Role: Nora and Her Future From: Brighton Beach Memoirs

NORA: I can”t believe it. You mean it”s alright for you to leave us but it wasn”t alright for me to leave you?It was my future. Why couldn”t I have something to say about it? I need to be independent.So I have to give up the one chance I may never get again, is that it? I”m the one who has to pay for what you couldn”t do with your own life. I”m not judging you. I can”t even talk to you. I don”t exist to you. I have tried so hard to get close to you, but there was never any room. Whatever you had to give went to Daddy, and when he died, whatever was left you gave to Laurie…….I have been jealous my whole life of Laurie because she was lucky enough to be born sick. I could never turn a light on in my room at night or read in bed because Laurie always needed her precious sleep. I could never have a friend over on the weekends because Laurie was always resting. I used to pray I”d get some terrible disease or get hit by a car so I”d have a leg all twisted and crippled and then once, maybe just once, I”d get to crawl into bed next to you on a cold rainy night and talk to you and hold you until I fell asleep in your arms…just once…RelatedShareTweetPin

It was my future. Why couldn”t I have something to say about it? I need to be independent.So I have to give up the one chance I may never get again, is that it? I”m the one who has to pay for what you couldn”t do with your own life. I”m not judging you. I can”t even talk to you. I don”t exist to you. I have tried so hard to get close to you, but there was never any room. Whatever you had to give went to Daddy, and when he died, whatever was left you gave to Laurie…….I have been jealous my whole life of Laurie because she was lucky enough to be born sick. I could never turn a light on in my room at night or read in bed because Laurie always needed her precious sleep. I could never have a friend over on the weekends because Laurie was always resting. I used to pray I”d get some terrible disease or get hit by a car so I”d have a leg all twisted and crippled and then once, maybe just once, I”d get to crawl into bed next to you on a cold rainy night and talk to you and hold you until I fell asleep in your arms…just once…RelatedShareTweetPin

So I have to give up the one chance I may never get again, is that it? I”m the one who has to pay for what you couldn”t do with your own life. I”m not judging you. I can”t even talk to you. I don”t exist to you. I have tried so hard to get close to you, but there was never any room. Whatever you had to give went to Daddy, and when he died, whatever was left you gave to Laurie…….I have been jealous my whole life of Laurie because she was lucky enough to be born sick. I could never turn a light on in my room at night or read in bed because Laurie always needed her precious sleep. I could never have a friend over on the weekends because Laurie was always resting. I used to pray I”d get some terrible disease or get hit by a car so I”d have a leg all twisted and crippled and then once, maybe just once, I”d get to crawl into bed next to you on a cold rainy night and talk to you and hold you until I fell asleep in your arms…just once…RelatedShareTweetPin

….I have been jealous my whole life of Laurie because she was lucky enough to be born sick. I could never turn a light on in my room at night or read in bed because Laurie always needed her precious sleep. I could never have a friend over on the weekends because Laurie was always resting. I used to pray I”d get some terrible disease or get hit by a car so I”d have a leg all twisted and crippled and then once, maybe just once, I”d get to crawl into bed next to you on a cold rainy night and talk to you and hold you until I fell asleep in your arms…just once…RelatedShareTweetPin

Brighton Beach Memoirs (Nora)

Category: Play Role: Nora From: Brighton Beach Memoirs

NORA: How would you feel if your entire life depended on what your Uncle Jack decided?…Oh, God, I wish Daddy were alive.Oh, God, he was so handsome. Always dressed so dapper, his shoes always shined. I always thought he should have been a movie star…like Gary Cooper…only very short. Mostly I remember his pockets.When I was six or seven he always brought me home a little surprise. Like a Hershey or a top. He”d tell me to go get it in his coat pocket. So I”d run to the closet and put my hand in and it felt as big as a tent. I wanted to crawl in there and go to sleep. And there were all these terrific things in there, like Juicy Fruit gum or Spearmint Life Savers and bits of cellophane and crumbled pieces of tobacco and movie stubs and nickels and pennies and rubber bands and paper clips and his grey suede gloves that he wore in the winter time.Then I found his coat in Mom”s closet and I put my hand in the pocket. And everything was gone. It was emptied and dry-cleaned and it felt cold…And that”s when I knew he was really dead.Oh God, I wish we had our own place to live. I hate being a boarder. Listen, let”s make a pact…The first one who makes enough money promises not to spend any on herself, but saves it all to get a house for you and me and Mom. That means every penny we get from now on, we save for the house…We can”t buy anything. No lipstick or magazines or nail polish or bubble gum. Nothing…Is it a pact?RelatedShareTweetPin

Oh, God, he was so handsome. Always dressed so dapper, his shoes always shined. I always thought he should have been a movie star…like Gary Cooper…only very short. Mostly I remember his pockets.When I was six or seven he always brought me home a little surprise. Like a Hershey or a top. He”d tell me to go get it in his coat pocket. So I”d run to the closet and put my hand in and it felt as big as a tent. I wanted to crawl in there and go to sleep. And there were all these terrific things in there, like Juicy Fruit gum or Spearmint Life Savers and bits of cellophane and crumbled pieces of tobacco and movie stubs and nickels and pennies and rubber bands and paper clips and his grey suede gloves that he wore in the winter time.Then I found his coat in Mom”s closet and I put my hand in the pocket. And everything was gone. It was emptied and dry-cleaned and it felt cold…And that”s when I knew he was really dead.Oh God, I wish we had our own place to live. I hate being a boarder. Listen, let”s make a pact…The first one who makes enough money promises not to spend any on herself, but saves it all to get a house for you and me and Mom. That means every penny we get from now on, we save for the house…We can”t buy anything. No lipstick or magazines or nail polish or bubble gum. Nothing…Is it a pact?RelatedShareTweetPin

When I was six or seven he always brought me home a little surprise. Like a Hershey or a top. He”d tell me to go get it in his coat pocket. So I”d run to the closet and put my hand in and it felt as big as a tent. I wanted to crawl in there and go to sleep. And there were all these terrific things in there, like Juicy Fruit gum or Spearmint Life Savers and bits of cellophane and crumbled pieces of tobacco and movie stubs and nickels and pennies and rubber bands and paper clips and his grey suede gloves that he wore in the winter time.Then I found his coat in Mom”s closet and I put my hand in the pocket. And everything was gone. It was emptied and dry-cleaned and it felt cold…And that”s when I knew he was really dead.Oh God, I wish we had our own place to live. I hate being a boarder. Listen, let”s make a pact…The first one who makes enough money promises not to spend any on herself, but saves it all to get a house for you and me and Mom. That means every penny we get from now on, we save for the house…We can”t buy anything. No lipstick or magazines or nail polish or bubble gum. Nothing…Is it a pact?RelatedShareTweetPin

Then I found his coat in Mom”s closet and I put my hand in the pocket. And everything was gone. It was emptied and dry-cleaned and it felt cold…And that”s when I knew he was really dead.Oh God, I wish we had our own place to live. I hate being a boarder. Listen, let”s make a pact…The first one who makes enough money promises not to spend any on herself, but saves it all to get a house for you and me and Mom. That means every penny we get from now on, we save for the house…We can”t buy anything. No lipstick or magazines or nail polish or bubble gum. Nothing…Is it a pact?RelatedShareTweetPin

Oh God, I wish we had our own place to live. I hate being a boarder. Listen, let”s make a pact…The first one who makes enough money promises not to spend any on herself, but saves it all to get a house for you and me and Mom. That means every penny we get from now on, we save for the house…We can”t buy anything. No lipstick or magazines or nail polish or bubble gum. Nothing…Is it a pact?RelatedShareTweetPin