The Glass Menagerie Monologues

The Glass Menagerie (Amanda Wingfield)

I think you’re doing things you’re ashamed of and that’s why you act like this. I don’t believe that you go every night at the movies. Nobody goes to the movies night after night. Nobody in his right mind goes to the movies as often as you pretend to. People don’t go to the movies at nearly midnight and movies don’t let out at 2 AM. Come in stumblin’ mutterin’ to yourself like a maniac at three hours sleep and then go to work. Hoo, I can picture how you do it down there, mopin’, dopin’, for those you’re in no condition to do.

The Glass Menagerie (Tom Wingfield)

I didn’t go to the moon. I went much further, for time is the longest distance between two places. Not long after that I left St. Louis. I descended the steps of our fire escape for the last time and from then on I followed in my father’s footsteps attempting to find in motion what was lost in space. I traveled around a great deal. The city swept about me like dead leaves, leaves that were brightly colored but torn away from the branches. I would have stopped but I was pursued by something that always came upon me unawares taking me all together by surprise. Perhaps it was a familiar bit of music. Perhaps it was only a piece of transparent glass. Perhaps I’m walking along the street at night in some strange city before I have found companions. And I pass a lighted window of a shop where perfume is sold. Windows filled with pieces of colored glass. Tiny transparent bottles and delicate colors like bits of a shattered rainbow. Then all at once my sister touches my shoulder and I turn around and look into her eyes. … Laura. Laura. I tried so hard to leave you behind me but I am more faithful than I intended to be. I reach for a cigarette, I cross a street, I run to the movies or to a bar. I buy a drink. I speak to the nearest stranger. Anything that will blow your candles out. For nowadays the world is lit by lightning. Blow out your candles Laura. And so goodbye.

The Glass Menagerie (Tom)

TOM: What do you think I”m at? Aren”t I supposed to have any patience to reach the end of, Mother? You think I”m crazy about the warehouse? You think I”m in love with the Continental Shoemakers? You think I want to spend fifty-five years down there in that celotex interior? With fluorescent tubes? Look! I”d rather somebody picked up a crowbar and battered out my brains than go back mornings. But I go. For sixty five dollars a month I give up all that I dream of doing and being ever! And you say self- self”s all I ever think of. Why listen, if self is what I thought of Mother, I”d be where he is, GONEI”m going to the movies! I”m going to opium dens, yes, opium dens, Mother. I”ve joined the Hogan Gang, I”m a hired assassin, I carry a tommy gun in a violin case. I run a string of cat houses in the Valley. They call me Killer, Killer Wingfield. I”m leading a double life: a simple, honest warehouse worker by day, by night, a dynamic czar of the underworld, Mother. On occasion they call me El Diablo.Oh I could tell you many things to make you sleepless. My enemies plan to dynamite this place. They”re going to blow us all sky high some night. I”ll be glad, very happy, and so will you! You”ll go up, up on a broomstick, over Blue Mountain with seventeen gentleman callers. You ugly, babbling old witch….

I”m going to the movies! I”m going to opium dens, yes, opium dens, Mother. I”ve joined the Hogan Gang, I”m a hired assassin, I carry a tommy gun in a violin case. I run a string of cat houses in the Valley. They call me Killer, Killer Wingfield. I”m leading a double life: a simple, honest warehouse worker by day, by night, a dynamic czar of the underworld, Mother. On occasion they call me El Diablo.Oh I could tell you many things to make you sleepless. My enemies plan to dynamite this place. They”re going to blow us all sky high some night. I”ll be glad, very happy, and so will you! You”ll go up, up on a broomstick, over Blue Mountain with seventeen gentleman callers. You ugly, babbling old witch….

Oh I could tell you many things to make you sleepless. My enemies plan to dynamite this place. They”re going to blow us all sky high some night. I”ll be glad, very happy, and so will you! You”ll go up, up on a broomstick, over Blue Mountain with seventeen gentleman callers. You ugly, babbling old witch….