Detroit Monologue

Download as docx, pdf, or txt
Download as docx, pdf, or txt
You are on page 1of 1

 

DETROIT by Lisa D’Amour


 
SHARON: Kenny you are not going to believe this. I am fucking
losing it - do you see me? I am losing it! It was the pink jogging
suit lady. At our door! Only she wasn't wearing a pink jogging
suit, she was wearing shorts and a blue T-shirt. And
she came over to ask us politely - sort of - politely if we could
keep our dog from shitting on her lawn. WE DON'T HAVE A DOG.
Exactly. And so I said to her, politely, I said, ''We don't have a
dog" and she said, "Yes you do have a dog and it is quite fond of
taking craps on my lawn." "Quite fond." Like slicing a razor blade
across my face - "quite fond." And I said, "Lady, do you want to
come in my house? We've got NOTHING in our house, especially
a DOG. Especially we do not have a DOG." And she said, "Listen,
missy." FUCKING MISSY! "Listen, missy. I've lived in this
neighborhood for six years, and I jog every morning. This dog
appeared out of nowhere and started crapping on my lawn.
I'm not asking you to get rid of it, I'm just asking you to clean up
his crap." And I practically started crying - look at me I'm crying
now-and I said, "Ma'am, people have accused me of many things
before, but they have never accused me of having a dog. You
need to investigate further, you need to knock on other doors-"
And she said - her voice changed and she said, "Look, if it craps
on my lawn one more time, I am calling the police" and I said,
"Are you kidding? The police are going to fucking LAUGH IN
YOUR FACE if you call them about some dogshit." And she said,
"AHA! So you DO have a DOG!" And I said, "No, no, no, no, no
fucking NO there is no dog here, lady!" And she just shook her
head and kind of kicked our plant and said, "Ha, I thought it was
fake." And turned around. I mean FUCK, Kenny, FUCK. This is like
FUCKED UP. 

You might also like