Devils Advocate Monologue
| Devils Advocate by Jonathan Lemkin & Tony Gilroy | |
| Character: | John Milton |
| Gender: | Male |
| Age (range): | 18 - 55 |
| Style: | Drama |
| Length: | 3 minutes |
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John Milton: Eddie Barzoon! Eddie Barzoon! Ha! I nursed him through
two divorces, a cocaine rehab, and a pregnant receptionist. God's creature,
right? God's special creature? Ha! And I've warned him, Kevin, I've warned
him every step of the way. Watching him bounce around like a f#@king game,
like a wind-up toy! Like 250 pounds of self-serving greed on wheels! The next
thousand years is right around the corner, Kevin, and Eddie Barzoon--take
a good look. Because he's the poster child for the next millennium! These
people, it's no mystery where they come from. You sharpen the human appetite
to the point where it could split atoms with its desire, you build egos the
size of cathedrals, fiberopticly connect the world to every-eager-impulse,
grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green gold-played fantasies
until every human becomes an aspiring emperor! Becomes his own God! Where
can you go from there? And as for scrambling from one deal to the next, who's
got his eye on the planet? As the air thickens, the water sours, even the
bees honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity--and it just keeps
coming! And it just keeps coming! Faster and faster! There's no chance to
think, to prepare, it's `buy futures, sell futures' when there is no future!!
We've got a runaway train, boy!! We've got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging
into the future. Every one of them reading to fist-f#@k God's ex-planet, lick
their fingers clean as they reach out with their pristine cybernetic keyboards
to total up their billable hours!! And then it hits home! It's a little late
in the game to buy out now!! Your belly's too full, your d*ck is sore, your
eyes are bloodshot, and you're screaming for someone to help!! But guess what?
There's no one there!! You're all alone, Eddie!! You're God's special little
creature!!
Maybe it's true. Maybe God threw the dice once too often. Maybe He let
us all down.
