The following monologue is an excerpt from Girl Talk and is for audition material only, courtesy of The Play Group Theatre. Performance rights may be requested by contacting The Play Group Theatre at 914-946-4433 or by filling out the performance rights application.

The Vegetarian

Gayle
The other day, my mom was cleaning a chicken... you know, the dead kind, the kind you eat. Notice, I say "you." That's because I don't eat dead chickens anymore. I don't eat live ones either, of course. I just don't eat chickens. Not after seeing a perfectly shaped chicken just sitting on the kitchen counter getting its last tiny feathers plucked out, just before getting cooked, cut up into pieces and eaten for dinner. It's easy when it's chicken salad, or even chicken cutlets, if you just never think about where it came from. But, I mean there it was, it looked just like a chicken, just like the kind you see on a farm or in a petting zoo. Except this one was bald. Bald and dead. I just decided right then and there that I couldn't do it. I told my mom "starting right now, I'm a vegetarian!" Without so much as a blink she said, "So, should I make you some spinach for dinner tonight?" "What do you mean?" I asked her. It had never occurred to me that vegetarians actually eat vegetables.