THE YOUNG AND THE SOAPLESS
Comedy, by Ken Bradbury, 2004
Three teenage girls create their own soap operas to show their crisis moments.The number and gender of characters can be changed to accommodate available participants. Price is for a master script. Make as many copies as is required for your ensemble.
Duration7 - 9 minutes
- 3 Females
Product Id: #790
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An excerpt …
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?
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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