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Acting » Charlie Brown Monologue
YOU’RE A GOOD MAN CHARLIE BROWN Charlie Brown: I think lunchtime is about the worst time of the day for me. Always having to sit here alone. Of course, sometimes mornings aren’t so pleasant, either – waking up and wondering if anyone would really miss me if I never got out of bed. Then there’s the night, too – lying there and thinking about all the stupid things I’ve done during the day. And all those hours in between – when I do all those stupid things. Well, lunchtime is among the worst times of the day for me. Well, I guess I’d better see what I’ve got. [He opens the bag, unwraps a sandwich, and looks inside] Peanut butter. [He bites and chews] Some psychiatrists say that people who eat peanut butter sandwiches are lonely. I guess they’re right. And if you’re really lonely, the peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth. [He munches quietly, idly fingering the bench] Boy, the PTA sure did a good job of painting these benches. [He looks off to one side] There’s that cute little redheaded girl eating her lunch over there. I wonder what she’d do if I went over and asked her if I could sit and have lunch with her. She’s probably laugh right in my face. It’s hard on a face when it gets laughed in. There’s an empty place next to her on the bench. There’s no reason why I couldn’t just go over and sit there. I could do that right now. All I have to do is stand up. [He stands] I’m standing up. [He sits] I’m sitting down. I’m a coward. I’m so much of a coward she wouldn’t even think of looking at me. She hardly ever does look at me. In fact, I can’t remember her ever looking at me. Is there any reason in the world why she shouldn’t look at me? Is she so great and am I so small that she couldn’t spare one little moment just to…[He freezes] She’s looking at me. [In terror he looks one way, then another] She’s looking at me. [His head looks all around, frantically trying to find something else to notice. His teeth clench. Tension builds. Then, with one motion, he pops the paper bag over his head]
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