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Apr. 8, 2014 Day #55 Dibs by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved 2014
Dibs (c)
by Janet S. Tiger
© all rights reserved 2014
tigerteam1@gmail.com
(A young man comes out onstage. He looks calm, but his hands shake a bit as he tries to light a cigarette.)
(Hesitant) Dibs. What a great word, huh? I mean, when I was a kid, I was great at ‘dibs’. I learned from the master. My grampa…..he was great. My grampa taught me that dibs was the most powerful word in the whole world!
If you saw something you liked, something you wanted….all you had to say was….’dibs’ and it was yours, reserved for all time. Like the dog that was lost and nobody wanted…dibs! He’s mine now….no one can take him away!
And for the last piece of chicken – dibs! Even my old man would let me have it, because he recognized the power of the word.
(He licks his lips)
Candy…dibs!
(He points up, tries to reach something)
And the last nerf shooter on the shelf before Christmas – dibs!
Everybody knows that dibs is the word! Forget grease…it’s dibs…..
I couldn’t help it if that new guy didn’t know the rules, I mean where was he from anyhow? The moon? Puerto Rico? I mean, Gina was my girl, and I said dibs on her. Okay, I hadn’t asked her out yet, because …well, she is the prettiest girl in the school, and a cheerleader, too. And she likes me, I know, and none of the guys would even THINK of asking her out because when she moved to our school, I saw her first! I said ‘DIBS’!
And every guy respects that!
So why did he ask her to the Homecoming Dance? Why?
He just did it to make trouble!
(He opens his jacket, there is blood on his shirt, he winces when he touches it.)
He got in a few good hits…..so did I. I couldn’t help it if he fell down and hit his head…..it was ignorance, you know, he just didn’t understand the word….dibs.
(He exits.)
If you just started this blog and want to read the earlier monologues, please
scroll down for the previous days or go to http://www.monologuestore.com/ -click on the Monologue Mania button please scroll down.
To start at the beginning - Feb. 13, - click here.
For a list of the blurbs from each day, click here
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Thank you for your comments - and for liking and sharing this site!
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Apr. 8, 2014 Day #55 Dibs by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved 2014
Dibs (c)
by Janet S. Tiger
© all rights reserved 2014
tigerteam1@gmail.com
(A young man comes out onstage. He looks calm, but his hands shake a bit as he tries to light a cigarette.)
(Hesitant) Dibs. What a great word, huh? I mean, when I was a kid, I was great at ‘dibs’. I learned from the master. My grampa…..he was great. My grampa taught me that dibs was the most powerful word in the whole world!
If you saw something you liked, something you wanted….all you had to say was….’dibs’ and it was yours, reserved for all time. Like the dog that was lost and nobody wanted…dibs! He’s mine now….no one can take him away!
And for the last piece of chicken – dibs! Even my old man would let me have it, because he recognized the power of the word.
(He licks his lips)
Candy…dibs!
(He points up, tries to reach something)
And the last nerf shooter on the shelf before Christmas – dibs!
Everybody knows that dibs is the word! Forget grease…it’s dibs…..
I couldn’t help it if that new guy didn’t know the rules, I mean where was he from anyhow? The moon? Puerto Rico? I mean, Gina was my girl, and I said dibs on her. Okay, I hadn’t asked her out yet, because …well, she is the prettiest girl in the school, and a cheerleader, too. And she likes me, I know, and none of the guys would even THINK of asking her out because when she moved to our school, I saw her first! I said ‘DIBS’!
And every guy respects that!
So why did he ask her to the Homecoming Dance? Why?
He just did it to make trouble!
(He opens his jacket, there is blood on his shirt, he winces when he touches it.)
He got in a few good hits…..so did I. I couldn’t help it if he fell down and hit his head…..it was ignorance, you know, he just didn’t understand the word….dibs.
(He exits.)
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