2 Best Mr. Deeds Goes to Town Monologues

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Mr. Deeds Goes to Town (Longfellow Deeds)

Mr. Deeds Goes to Town (Longfellow Deeds)

Category: Movie Role: Longfellow Deeds From: Mr. Deeds Goes to Town

About my playing the tuba. Seems like a lot of fuss has been made about that. If, if a man’s crazy just because he plays the tuba, then somebody’d better look into it, because there are a lot of tuba players running around loose. ‘Course, I don’t see any harm in it. I play mine whenever I want to concentrate. That may sound funny to some people, but everybody does something silly when they’re thinking. For instance, the judge here is, is an O-filler. An O-filler. You fill in all the spaces in the O’s with your pencil. I was watching him. That may make you look a little crazy, your Honor, just, just sitting around and filling in O’s, but I don’t see anything wrong ’cause that helps you think. Other people are doodlers. This is the piece of paper he was scribbling on. I can’t figure it out. One minute it looks like a chimpanzee, and the next minute, it looks like a picture of Mr. Cedar. You look at it, Judge. Exhibit A for the defense. It looks kind of stupid, doesn’t it, your Honor? But I guess that’s alright if Dr. Von Haller has to doodle to help him think, that’s his business. Everybody does something different. Some people are ear-pullers, some are nail-biters. That Mr. Semple over there is a nose-twitcher. And the lady next to him is a knuckle-cracker. So you see, everybody does silly things to help them think. Well, I play the tuba.

Mr. Deeds Goes to Town (Louise "Babe" Bennett)

Mr. Deeds Goes to Town (Louise “Babe” Bennett)

Category: Movie Role: Louise "Babe" Bennett From: Mr. Deeds Goes to Town

I know why he won’t defend himself! That has a bearing on the case, hasn’t it? He’s been hurt, he’s been hurt by everybody he met since he came here, principally by me. He’s been the victim of every conniving crook in town. The newspapers pounced on him, made him a target for their feeble humor. I was smarter than the rest of them: I got closer to him, so I could laugh louder. Why shouldn’t he keep quiet, every time he said anything it was twisted around to sound imbecilic! He can thank me for it. I handed the gang a grand laugh. It’s a fitting climax to my sense of humor. Certainly I wrote those articles. I was going to get a raise, a month’s vacation. But I stopped writing them when I found out what he was all about, when I realized how real he was. He could never fit in with our distorted viewpoint, because he’s honest, and sincere, and good. If that man’s crazy, Your Honor, the rest of us belong in straitjackets!