A. My pretty, my pretty, there's never a one of us can 'elp a man that thinks 'isself a man an' strong, poor fool, an' there's never a one of us can 'elp a man that's got a curse on 'im and is rotten through to t' bone, an' not one day can you be a 'elp to such a man as this. You can only stand by and watch 'im go down, down, down, and you can only pray that he won't take you with 'im. You can only hope that the darkness won't swallow you both whole. But you know, deep down, that it will. It always does. And when it does, you’ll be left standing in the light, wondering how you could have ever thought you could save him. You can’t save a man who doesn’t want to be saved. You can’t pull him from the depths when he’s clinging to the darkness like it’s a lifeline. And you can’t make him see the beauty in the world when he’s convinced that all he deserves is pain. So you stand there, helpless, watching as he sinks deeper, and you can only hope that one day he’ll find his way back to the surface. But until then, all you can do is wait and watch, and pray that you don’t drown with him.

Mrs Monologue from Mary's Wedding

Rehearse Mrs's monologue