Cabaret Monologues

A female girlie club entertainer in Weimar Republic era Berlin romances two men while the Nazi Party rises to power around them.

Doesn't my body drive you wild with desire?

I'm going to be a great film star! That is, if booze and sex don't get me first.

Oh God, how depressing! You're meant to think I'm an international woman of mystery. I'm working on it like mad.

Ten words exactly. After ten it's extra. You see, Daddy thinks of these things. If I had leprosy, there'd be a cable: "Gee, kid, tough. Sincerely hope nose doesn't fall off. Love."

Life is a cabaret ol' chum so come to the Cabaret.

I suppose you're wondering what I'm doing, working at a place like the Kit Kat Club.

That's me, darling. Unusual places, unusual love affairs. I am a most strange and extraordinary person.

I saw a film the other day about syphilis. Ugh! It was too awful. I couldn't let a man touch me for a week. Is it true you can get it from kissing?

Well, I ought to. I spent the entire afternoon bumsening like mad with this ghastly old producer who promised to get me a contract.

My God! It's enough to drive a girl into a convent! Do they have Jewish nuns?

Does it really matter so long as you're having fun?

Mayr tells Kost's fortune every morning, and it's always the same: "You will meet a strange man." Which under the circumstances is a pretty safe bet.

Bri, listen… we're practically living together, so if you only like boys I wouldn't dream of pestering you.

Of course, I may bring a boyfriend home occasionally, but only occasionally, because I do think that one ought to go to the man's room if one can. I mean, it doesn't look so much as if one expected it, does it?

Have you got a cigarette? I'm desperate!