New Dark Comedy Monologue: Growing Up on the Wrong Side of Bingo

If you’re looking for a dark comedy monologue with dramatic intensity, from a full-length play, check out Amelia’s newly released monologue, Growing up on the Wrong Side of Bingo. It’s from the dark comedy play, Free Space, where canneries become bingo halls, mothers become sisters, and bingo chips give orders! Yes, it sounds weird (and it kind of is!), but Amelia is relatable in her desire to find her place and meaning in a cold world. Free Space, is a fast, funny “page turner,” and keeps the audience on the edge of their seat. It’s fun to act in, direct and design!

This free monologue is around 2 minutes long, written for a female character, but the monologue is suitable for any gender, teen through young adult. It’s funny, but dramatic also and a little strange. In the monologue, Amelia has just been fired from her volunteer position helping out with Bingo at the local community center, due to refusing to leave the center and jabbing Diane, the Community Center Director, with a bingo chip. It is now late at night and she is outside Diane’s home. She begs for her job back and explains how important Bingo is in her life.

Enjoy the excerpt, and you can click at the end to get a free full digital copy of the monologue. To learn more about Amelia and her story, you can get the play, Free Space, from which the monologue is extract.


No, wait!  Okay, I’m ready to talk.


Okay. I just wanted to say that, well, I haven’t done a lot of stuff or anything since High School ended. I just sort of stay at home with my mom and, I don’t really do a lot of activities like a lot of girls do. But I’ve been waiting for Bingo to come here for all my life. I mean, I didn’t really know it was Bingo I was waiting for, but I knew there must be—something more…And when I saw that poster you made—When I saw the pictures of those solid square spaces—all so perfectly in line with each other, and when I stopped by the Center for the first time last week… and I heard all those jumbled up balls, racing through their metal cage, all trying to be the special one chosen to be…well, I knew then my Thursdays would never be the same. Because—Because I know what it’s like to grow up on the wrong side of Bingo, on the wrong end of chance, of luck. You know? I was so—END OF EXCERPT
Click for a complete free digital copy of the monologue, Growing Up on the Wrong Side of Bingo.

Click below for a digital copy of the complete play, Free Space