Audition Sides

TARZAN: Terk, I still need you. I’ve been tracking the leopard’s movements. For three moons, he’s circled closer and closer to the nesting grounds. We’ve got to stop him—to protect the family. The first instinct of any animal is self-preservation. Holler at you later.

JANE: Tarzan, this has been the most magical day. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined seeing in a single

afternoon....a giant land planarian, a paradise flycatcher, two bushbabies and a boubou. Of course, you don’t understand a word I’m saying, do you? No. And yet, I could happily spend many more hours with you.

CLAYTON: Without me, you’d both be dead within the hour. It takes an experienced tracker to decipher the mysteries of the jungle. From the looks of this place, I can tell you...we are not alone here. Pack up, gentlemen. We’re moving to higher ground. Destruction like this can only have been caused by vicious predators. Pack the crates. Leave any damage behind. Chop, chop!

KALA: You boys are both special! But I’m worried, Terk. Just when Kerchak accepts him back into the family, Tarzan leaves the nesting grounds before dawn and doesn’t come back until dark. And he’s becoming more and more like them. If Kerchak ever finds out what’s going on... But she does seem kind, and I’ve never seen Tarzan so happy. I don’t know what to do.

MONOLOGUE SAMPLES FOR ELEMENTARY/MIDDLE SCHOOL ACTORS

FINDING NEMO -- DORYs

No. No, you can’t. …STOP! Please don’t go away. Please? No one’s ever stuck with me for so long before. And if you leave…if you leave… I just, I remember things better with you! I do, look! P. Sherman, forty-two…forty-two… I remember it, I do. It’s there, I know it is, because when I look at you, I can feel it. And…and I look at you, and I…and I’m home! Please…I don’t want that to go away. I don’t want to forget.

THE WIZARD OF OZ -- DOROTHY

But it wasn’t a dream. It was a place. And you and you and you… and you were there. But you couldn’t have been could you? No. Aunt Em, this was a real, truly live place and I remember some of it wasn’t very nice, but most of it was beautiful; but just the same. All I kept saying to everybody was I want to go home and they sent me home! Doesn’t anybody believe me? But anyway, Toto, we’re home! Home. And this is my room and you’re all here and I’m not gonna leave here ever. Ever again. Because I love you all. And, oh Auntie Em! There’s no place like home!

SHREK -- SHREK

Once upon a time, there was a lovely princess. But she had an enchantment upon her of a fearful sort, which could only be broken by love’s first kiss. She was locked away in a castle guarded by a terrible fire-breathing dragon. Many brave knights had attempted to free her from this dreadful prison, but none prevailed. She waited in the dragon’s keep, in the highest room of the tallest tower, for her true love, and true love’s first kiss. … Like that’s ever gonna happen!

THE LORD OF THE RINGS -- SAM

I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something. That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo… and it’s worth fighting for.

You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown - Sally Brown

A ‘C’? A ‘C’? I got a ‘C’ on my coat hanger sculpture? How could anyone get a ‘C’ in coat hanger sculpture? May I ask a question? Was I judged on the piece of sculpture itself? If so, is it not true that time alone can judge a work of art? Or was I judged on my talent? If so, is it fair that I be judged on a part of my life over which I have no control? If I was judged on my effort, then I was judged unfairly, for I tried as hard as I could! Was I judged on what I had learned about this project? If so, then were not you, my teacher, also being judged on your ability to transmit your knowledge to me? Are you willing to share my ‘C’? Perhaps I was being judged on the quality of coat hanger itself out of which my creation was made…now is this not also unfair? Am I to be judged by the quality of coat hangers that are used by the dry-cleaning establishment that returns our garments? Is that not the responsibility of my parents? Should they not share my ‘C’?