Monologues for Boys
Here are some monologues from established plays and movies. However, to get a wider range of suggestions that aren't from movies or plays, you can always Google 30second-1minute monologues for your child's gender and age range.
Lion King Musical
Young Simba (boy)
Hey Uncle Scar, guess what! I’m going to be king of Pride Rock. My Dad just showed me the whole kingdom, and I’m going to rule it all. Heh heh. I’m gonna be a mighty king so enemies beware. I’m working on my roar. Here, listen! Roar!! I can’t wait to be king! No one bossing me around… Free to play all day… Free to do it all my way! Hey, Uncle Scar? When I’m king, what will that make you?
You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown
I think lunchtime is about the worst time of 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…. There’s that cute little red-headed girl eating her lunch over there. I wonder what she would do if I went over and asked her if I could sit and have lunch with her?…She’d 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…I’m standing up!…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. Why shouldn’t she look at me? Is there any reason in the world why she shouldn’t look at me? Is she so great, and I’m so small, that she can’t spare one little moment?…SHE’S LOOKING AT ME!! SHE’S LOOKING AT ME!!
Diary of a Wimpy Kid
Okay, first of all, let me get this straight: this is a JOURNAL, not a diary. Yeah, I know what it says on the cover, but when Mum went out to buy this thing, I specifically told her not to get me the one said “diary” on it. This just proves that mum doesn’t understand anything about kids my age. The only reason I agreed to write in this thing is because one day when I’m rich and famous, I’ll have better things to do than answer peoples’ stupid questions all day long.
Mum got me this thing so I could write down my feelings about starting school. But I’m gonna be fine.
Coke. You see, we drink it. It’s a, it’s a drink. You know, food. These are toys, these are little men. [showing him Star Wars action figures] This is Greedo, and then this is Hammerhead, see this is Walrus Man, and this is Snaggletooth and this is Lando Calrissian. See…and look, they can even have wars. Look at this.
[He play-acts with two characters who both shoot and kill each other, making appropriate noises]
Look fish. Fish eat the fish food, and the shark [a toy] eats the fish, and nobody eats the shark.
See, this is PEZ, candy. See you eat it. You put the candy in here and then when you lift up the head, the candy comes out and you can eat it. You want some? This is a peanut. You eat it, but you can’t eat this one, ’cause this is fake. This is money. You see. You put the money in the peanut. You see? It’s a bank. See? And then, this is a car. This is what we get around in. You see? Car. [E.T. takes the car and child-like puts it in his mouth to eat it] Hey, hey wait a second. No. You don’t eat ’em. Are you hungry? I’m hungry. Stay. Stay. I’ll be right here. Okay? I’ll be right here.
Shel Silverstein – Poem from Where the Sidewalk Ends
I cannot go to school today,
I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there’s one more—that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut—my eyes are blue—
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke—
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is—what?
What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play!
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
Really? (tears open the candy bar and takes a bite) Mm .. .it’s so good! A perfect blend of Belgian Dark chocolate and New World light, with subtle overtones of Moroccan espresso. Wonka’s a genius! Thanks. I’d better get to school. Do you think I could have just one more? I’ll pay for it. I think I’ll share this one with my family … Grandpa Joe likes the Whipple-Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight, but grandma Josephina likes the Nutt-a-riffle. [finds the Golden Ticket] I found the Golden Ticket!
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
[Mike is watching TV and talking to both his Mom and the reporter]
Shut your pie-hole, toots. Didn’t I tell you not to interrupt! This is the best part! Crack, smack, whack! Dead. Did you see him die? That was so totally awesome!
Yeah! I GOT a Ticket, dawg. Big Deal! Means I’m gonna miss at least an hour of my second favourite show AND I’m gonna have to leave the house to tour some stupid Chocolate Factory. Right. Whatever…Hit him! Hit him harder!
Who needs school? I got the ‘net, TV and myGame Doy, fool.