Comedy, by Ken Bradbury, 2004

Three teenage girls create their own soap operas to show their crisis moments.

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7 - 9 minutes

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An excerpt …

(the plot)

RITA: We’re bored. Nan’s even watching a soap opera.

ERIN: You know what gets me about those things? They’re so … fake. I mean, they don’t talk about girls our age … just those slinky housewives with messed up lives.

RITA: Yeh. What about us? We’re messed up!

ERIN: But nobody writes about it.

NANETTE: So let’s do it.

ERIN: Do what?

NANETTE: Our own soap opera! You got anything better to do this afternoon? Only our soap will be about the real dangers of being a teenage American girl!

(picked-on by their parents)

NANETTE: (entering as Daddy) Yes, sweetheart?

ERIN: Did you do this? (reading) “Your Internet access is now being monitored by the all-knew Parent-Snoop Software.” You are monitoring my email?

NANETTE: I had to do it, darling.

ERIN: You’ve been watching those TV commercials again, haven’t you?

NANETTE: They say we must take an active interest in our child’s life.

ERIN: My … life … is … ruined! Ruined! Can you hear me, Daddy? My life is over! There is absolutely nothing to live for!

NANETTE: Aren’t you overreacting, honey?

(not making cheerleader)

ERIN: Tibet. I’m moving to Tibet.


ERIN: Dad filters it. I’ll have to become a monk.

RITA: It’s been great knowing you, kid.

NANETTE: Can I have your locker?

ERIN: Sure.

NANETTE: And the posters?

ERIN: Who needs poster in Tibet?

RITA: (to Nanette) Hey, we’ve got … uh … you-know-what practice in five minutes.

ERIN: You talk like I’m dead.



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