Mike, what’s the pool on me up to right now? What’s it up to? What is it? 300 dollars? Is that it? 300? I’m a schoolteacher. I teach English composition. In this little town called Addley, Pennsylvania. The last 11 years I’ve been at Thomas Alva Edison High School. I was a coach of the baseball team in the springtime. Back home, I tell people what I do for a living and they think, well, now that figures, but over here, it’s a big, a big mystery. So I guess I’ve changed some. Sometimes I wonder if I’ve changed so much, my wife is even gonna recognize me whenever it is I get back to her. And how I’ll ever be able to tell her about days like today. Ah, Ryan… I don’t know anything about Ryan, I don’t care. The man means nothing to me, he’s just a name. But if, you know, if going to Ramelle, and finding him so he can go home, if that earns me the right to get back to my wife, well then, then that’s my mission.
Tom Hanks Monologues
This is my favorite aria. This is Maria Callas. This is “Andrea Chenier”, Umberto Giordano. This is Madeleine. She’s saying how during the French Revolution, a mob set fire to her house, and her mother died, saving her. “The place that cradled me is burning.” Can you hear the heartache in her voice? Can you feel it, Joe? In come the strings and it changes everything. The music fills with a hope, and that’ll change again. Listen. Listen. “I bring sorrow to those who love me.” Oh, that single cello. “It was during this sorrow that love came to me.” A voice filled with harmony. It says, “Live still, I am life. Heaven is in your eyes. Is everything around you just the blood and mud? I am divine. I am oblivion. I am the god that comes down from the heavens, and makes of the Earth a heaven. I am love! I am love.”
Mr. Waturi, Frank. I quit….I’ve been working here four and a half years. The work I did I probably could have done in six months. That leaves four years left over. Four years. If I had them now, like gold in my hand. Here, this is for you. Goodbye, DeDe. This life. Life, what a joke! This situation, this room. You look terrible, Mr. Waturi. You look like a bag of shit stuffed in a cheap suit. Not that anybody could look good under these zombie lights. I can feel them sucking the juice out of my eyeballs. Suck suck suck suck suck. $300 bucks a week. That’s the news. For $300 bucks a week, I’ve lived in this sink, this used rubber. … Don’t you think I know that, Frank? Don’t you think I’m aware that there is a woman here? I can smell her, like a flower. I can taste her like sugar on my tongue. When I’m 20 feet away, I can hear the fabric of her dress when she moves in her chair. Not that I’ve done anything about it. I’ve gone all day, every day, not doing, not saying, not taking the chance, for $300 dollars a week. And Frank, the coffee, it stinks. It tastes like arsenic. These lights give me a headache. If they don’t give you a headache, you must be dead, so let’s arrange the funeral. You’re not tellin’ me nothin’. Why, I ask myself, why have I put up with you, I can’t imagine. But I know. It’s fear. Yellow freakin’ fear. I’ve been too chickenshit afraid to live my life, so I sold it to you for $300 freakin’ dollars a week! You are lucky I don’t kill you! You’re lucky I don’t rip your freakin’ throat out! But I’m not going to! And maybe you’re not so lucky at that. ‘Cause I’m gonna leave you here, Mr. Wahoo Waturi. And what could be worse than that? … DeDe?… How about dinner tonight?
You died on a Saturday morning, and I had you placed here, under our tree. And I had that house of your father’s bulldozed to the ground. Mama always said dying was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn’t. Little Forrest, he’s doing just fine. ‘Bout to start school again soon. I make his breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday. I make sure he combs his hair and brushes his teeth everyday. Teaching him how to play ping-pong. He’s really good. We fish a lot. And everynight we read a book- and he’s so smart Jenny. You’d be so proud of him, I am. He, uh, wrote you a letter, but he says I can’t read it, I’m not supposed to, so I’ll just leave it here for you. Jenny, I don’t know if Mama’s right or if its Lieutenant Dan, I don’t know if we each have a destiny or if we’re all floating around accidental, like on a breeze. But I think maybe its both, maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there’s anything you need, I won’t be far away.
My momma always said, “Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.”
Yeeeesss. Look what I have created! I have made fire! I … have made fire!
Are you crying? Are you crying? ARE YOU CRYING? There’s no crying. There’s no crying in baseball. … Oh you zip it Doris. Rogers Hornsby was my manager and he called me a talking pile of pig shit and that was when my parents drove all the way down from Michigan to see me play the game and did I cry?! … No. No! And do you know why? Because there’s no crying in baseball. There’s no crying in baseball! No crying!