All The World's A Stage: A Collection Of Monologues

MARJORIE: I'm on speed dial. Always on the go go go. Nah, you don't understand. My life is SPEED DIAL! It means I'm always running. Running from, running to... doesn't matter. It's a journey or a marathon or whatever, but I don't walk it gracefully like a fucking nymph, nah, I run the motherfuckin' route. I don't just sprint it, I leap, I gallop, I jog my way ahead. Always ahead. Speeding to the end point. We'll all get there eventually, no? Crawling maybe. walking surely, And yeah - some of us, me included, will run to the end point. I will run to my death like a rat to a trap. Np breaks. Just straight through on the gas pedal. So when you ask me to stop and explain to you what I already did explain to you... and when you call me mean because I announce that I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT you are really being just an insensitive jerk, not understanding that I'm on speed dial. On the go go go. And why shall I stop for some slow-me-down turtle waving my way asking for directions!? Like, don't take it personally, all right? 'Cause it's not personal. I mean, it's not just personal. It's also personal, but not JUST personal, all right?! Okay I'm seeing that dumfounded expression on your face and excuse me for my unsolicited interpretation but it sure looks like you don't understand my wave length. Or more like: you don't get my wave SPEED. My tempo. My pace. My flow. My moves. My rate. So either catch up or beat it Bob. Bobby. Bobby-oh. It's nothing personal. Except it's everything personal. But it's also not. You know? It's just, I'm a speed dial, and you are disconnected. Adios.