Scent of a Woman Monologue
|Scent of a Woman by Bo Goldman|
|Age (range):||18 - 55|
Frank: The tail's in the tail. Ha. Oh, but I still smell her. Women, what could you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a f#@king genius. The hair. They say that the hair is everything, you know? Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls, just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips, and when they touched yours were like the first swallow of wine you just crossed the desert. Tits! Hoo-wah! Big ones, little ones. Nipples starring right out at you like secret searchlights. Legs, I don't care if they're Greek columns or second-hands Steinways, what's between them: passport to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr. Simms, there's only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing: pu55y. Are you listening to me, son? I'm giving out pearls here.
[Charlie makes a comment]
Frank: Above all things. A very, very distant second is a Ferrari. Charlie, give me your hand. This is just the start of your education, son.