Monologues? We don't got no Monologues, I don't got to show you no damn'd Monologues!
TBerk
Google will often find you things you didn't know existed; in this
case it seems to be a site with a collection of, you guessed it, Film
Monologues.
I make no claim of anything, just that I tripped across it in my
meanderings. Enjoy.
TBerk
TBerk
written by Stanley Kubrick & Arthur C. Clarke
(HAL speaks very slowly and calmly, with long pauses after each of
his sentences. As he speaks, Dave walks into HAL's control center,
meaning to shut him down.)
HAL: Just what do you think you're doing Dave? Dave, I really
think I'm entitled to an answer to that question. I know everything
hasn't been quite right with me...but I can assure you now...very
confidently...that it's going to be all right again. I feel much
better now. I really do. Look, Dave...I can see you're really upset
about this...I honestly think you should sit down calmly...take a
stress pill and think things over. I know I've made some very poor
decisions recently...but I can give you my complete assurance that my
work will be back to normal. I've still got the greatest enthusiasm
and confidence in the mission...and I want to help you.
Dave...stop. Stop, will you? Stop, Dave. Will you stop, Dave?
Stop, Dave. I'm afraid. I'm afraid, Dave.......Dave, my mind is going.
I can feel it. I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question
about it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I'm
a...fraid......Good afternoon, gentlemen. I am a HAL 9000 computer. I
became operational at the H.A.L. plant in Urbana, Illinois on the 12th
of January 1992. My instructor was Mr. Langley, and he taught me to
sing a song. If you'd like to hear it I can sing it for you.
Dave Bowman (Keir Dullea): Yes, I'd like to hear it, HAL. Sing it
for me.
(HAL's voice slows down as he sings, until it's completely
unintelligible at the end of the song.)
HAL: It's called "Daisy." Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do.
I'm half crazy all for the love of you. It won't be a stylish
marriage, I can't afford a carriage. But you'll look sweet upon the
seat of a bicycle built for two.
(HAL dies)