DN Actors Nightmare
DN Actors Nightmare
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Actor’s Nightmare
(Best for ages 12 and up)
Objective
Students develop improvisational skills and stage presence by acting in pairs, using partially
completed scripts.
Every actor eventually has the nightmare that he’s stepped onstage without having memorized
the script. This game simulates the nightmare and teaches young actors to be authentic by
thinking and reacting in the moment. The 29 short scripts below have ONLY the lines spoken by
the actor with the script. For the purposes of this exercise, we’ll call this actor RILEY.
How to play!
Put two players onstage. Give one of the actors the RILEY lines. The other player must
respond by making up her lines. The second actor’s lines have been intentionally
omitted so as to not confuse the actor who has the script and to help keep him/her in
the moment too. The actor with the lines has the challenge of responding authentically
to the improvising actor.
NOTE about the scripts: Most of the scripts below are original, however, there are a few
derived from actual movies and plays! A few of the scripts are gender-specific; be sure
to read them ahead of time and assign scripts according to the maturity level and make-
up of your group.
Or try this!
Off Book
Give each actor a ten line script to memorize
before the next class. Play the game with one
person “off book.”
Create a Scene
Give two actors one script and have them create a
meaningful scene by filling in the missing lines.
For an interesting twist, give all pairs the SAME
lines and see how the scene varies from team to
team.
Ask!
How does this activity help us as actors?
Which was more difficult for you: playing RILEY or improvising your lines?
Why?
How did the activity change for you when you memorized your lines in
advance?
RILEY: Please don’t faint on me. It’s my first day doing this.
RILEY: Oh, no. I mean, I’ve practiced before. Mostly on myself and other students.
RILEY: Of course I’m holding it the right way. Just sit still.
RILEY: No. I’m the only one who can do this today.
SCENE TWO
RILEY: Boy, you sure packed a lot of stuff. Where did you say you were going again?
SCENE FOUR
RILEY: For one thing, it said you were over six feet tall.
RILEY: Your profile said you were into salmon-fishing and riding motorcycles.
RILEY: Oh look, I just got a text. Someone has an emergency. I have to go.
RILEY: How are you, my dear Earnest? What brings you up to town?
RILEY: I believe it is customary in good society to take some slight refreshment at five o’clock.
Where have you been since last Thursday?
RILEY: How immensely you must amuse them! By the way, Shropshire is your county, is it not?
RILEY: Yes, that is all very well. But I’m afraid Aunt Augusta won’t quite approve of your being
here.
RILEY: My dear fellow, the way you flirt with Gwendolen is perfectly disgraceful. It’s almost as
bad as the way Gwendolen flirts with you.
RILEY: I thought you had come up to have fun, but apparently not.
SCENE SIX
RILEY: No, you have to move on! Don’t you get it? You are driving yourself and everyone
around you crazy.
RILEY: I know. And losing her was the hardest thing I had to do. But we all have to move on.
Especially you.
RILEY: Will you listen to yourself? She’s dead. There’s nothing you can do to change that now.
RILEY: What are you talking about? She is not still alive.
RILEY: You just feel that way today. This is just a setback.
SCENE EIGHT
RILEY: No, she was your mother. She gave me up a long time ago.
RILEY: Yeah, well see your best friends go to jail and see if you come back all hunky dory.
RILEY: It’s not my fault. She kicked me out, not the other way around.
RILEY: Well, it’s a little late for that, now isn’t it.
RILEY: Gee, that’s the party all right. But you sure just did miss her.
RILEY: Why there’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s just dark. Dark is all.
SCENE TEN
RILEY: (Knocking on the door.) Hello? It’s me, Riley, from the Joshua Center. I have groceries.
Can you hear me?
RILEY: I really can’t do that. It’s against policy, and besides there are a lot of cats out here.
RILEY: Glad to meet you. I’m Riley. I’ll be your regular delivery person.
RILEY: No, we aren’t allowed to take tips. You’re new to this, aren’t you?
RILEY: No, I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay. If there’s anything else I can get
you…
RILEY: You know, I don’t just deliver groceries. We can talk a while if you like.
RILEY: No! This is my second date. I am not going to ruin it by having you hanging around.
SCENE TWELVE
RILEY: I’ve never felt this way about anybody. I guess I freaked out.
RILEY: I’m telling you now. When you stopped answering your phone I didn’t know what else
to do. I never meant for any of this to happen.
RILEY: I had such a good time with you tonight. Thank you.
RILEY: I know. That waiter was a jerk. He was jealous because I was with you.
RILEY: It’s just that I like you and I don’t want things to get weird.
RILEY: That’s what I was trying to tell you. I have narcolepsy. When I get nervous, it usually
kicks in.
SCENE FOURTEEN
RILEY: I just got back from the police station. The detectives called me in to ask me some
questions.
RILEY: No much. They brought up some stuff from the past. They seemed to know a lot about
you.
RILEY: I can’t imagine what it would be like to lose a child of my own, so I couldn’t say what is
normal.
RILEY: Maybe you should rest. I can order some take-out later.
RILEY: So there you are. It seemed odd, suddenly you not being there.
RILEY: Why should you be? After all, six nights a week of watching even Margo Channing enter
and leave a theater.
RILEY: To speak to just a playwright’s wife? I’m the lowest form of celebrity.
RILEY: He’ll agree with you. Tell me, what do you do between the time Margo goes in and
comes out? Just huddle in the doorway and wait?
RILEY: You see the play? Every performance? Don’t you find it expensive?
RILEY: There isn’t another like you, there couldn’t be. By the way, what’s your name?
SCENE SIXTEEN
RILEY: I’m sorry. Suppose I call you Jill. That’s more friendly. Now Jill, you were telling me
about your childhood.
RILEY: I was interested to see what you and Donnie might have in common. He likes you very
much.
RILEY: Then you would want what’s best for him, wouldn’t you?
RILEY: Old Lady Swanger says you need some help. Here I am.
RILEY: Ain’t for gardening, that’s for sure. Number one, you got a hose I can plow all day. I’m a
worker. Number two, there’s no man better than me ‘cause there’s no man around who ain’t
old or full of mischief. I know your plight.
RILEY: Am I hard to hear ‘cause you keep repeating everything. I’m not looking for money. I’m
not a servant. Do you get my meaning?
RILEY: People’ll have to empty their own night jars, that’s my point.
RILEY: And I’m not planning to work while you watch neither.
RILEY: There’s half the day yet. Let’s make a start. My name’s Ruby. I know your name.
SCENE EIGHTEEN
RILEY: Maybe you’re just happier being miserable. Is that it, Mother?
RILEY: Vera’s horrible. She’s abusive, mean and cheap. Why not leave? Why not just walk?
RILEY: If someone hurts me I leave, and believe me, I learned that a long time before I got to
New York.
RILEY: What’s that supposed to mean? You’re blaming him? Is that what we’re into now?
RILEY: Look here. Here’s the list. You do what you want with it.
RILEY: If you’re attempting some sort of meaningful analysis, perhaps we’d best define our
terms.
RILEY: Okay. Let me ask you one question first. Do you like your job?
RILEY: Cause you can kiss it goodbye. It never fails. I absolutely guarantee this thing will end
with you losing your job.
RILEY: You’re full of baloney, you know that. I’ve seen it many times.
RILEY: Don’t you feel like you’re just a hair away from being hysterical every day?
RILEY: Okay, since you asked. There is only one thing you can do.
SCENE TWENTY
RILEY: Well, if it makes you feel better, there is always next year.
RILEY: What about the accordion? Didn’t you used to play the accordion?
RILEY: I don’t blame you. Do you want to go have some ice cream?
RILEY: Somehow the thought of a stranger living in my house just seems weird. Doesn’t it?
RILEY: I don’t just mean for us, but for you too. Oh, but then I guess you do this all the time.
RILEY: The fact is, I don’t need a live-in. This was my husband’s suggestion. I have raised two
kids on my own and now they’re off to college.
RILEY: Thanks. So anyway, it’ll just be Oliver and me at home. Although, I am getting going on
my own catering business.
RILEY: I don’t need to work for the money. And I’m not one of those women whose children
are leaving her, so she goes into interior design. Not that I wouldn’t be good at that.
RILEY: I would like you to understand that if I were to hire you, my life would probably change.
You would be this new element in the house.
SCENE TWENTY-TWO
RILEY: No. I put them down, but I was still getting them.
RILEY: Look, people pick items up, put them down and then pick them back up again. It’s part
of shopping, deciding what to buy. I was still deciding when you swooped in.
RILEY: Look, I don’t want to be a trouble maker, but these other Pringles have ridges, and I
have trouble with ridges.
RILEY: You are a pushy little thing, pushing your cart in your Calvin Klein outfit.
RILEY: You probably only chose those chips because I left them on the edge and you wouldn’t
have to pop a pore to reach them.
SCENE TWENTY-FOUR
RILEY: Oh come on. What’s the longest relationship you’ve ever had, how many hours did that
last?
RILEY: Okay, but don’t blame me when you wind up old and alone.
RILEY: I said I’m sorry. Why are you being so mean about it?
RILEY: What is the big deal? You unload shifts on me all of the time.
SCENE TWENTY-SIX
RILEY: Am I interrupting?
RILEY: My name is Taylor. I’m the assistant. The one the publishers hired.
RILEY: No, not a spy, an assistant. I provide the same services as a secretary.
RILEY: No, no. They knew everything. They had tape recorded conversations. There was
nothing I could do.
RILEY: Look, the police are coming to raid the place in twenty minutes.
RILEY: Come on. I just need a senior broker to sign the sell ticket so I can get my client Harry’s
money back. Please?
SCENE TWENTY-EIGHT
RILEY: We’d like to get your fingerprints and a sample of your DNA if that’s alright with you.
RILEY: We’re merely trying to establish what happened at the party from your point of view.
That’s all.
RILEY: Well, maybe I can refresh your memory. What we do know is that your employee,
Christina Hayward was shot at the party before 9 p.m. and fell to her death from a fourth story
balcony. Does that ring a bell?
RILEY: Actually, you weren’t at the party and neither was Christina? Would you like to try
again?
RILEY: Why didn’t you call the police when you heard the gunshot?
RILEY: Who was with you when you got home at 8:30?
RILEY: Your people have taken my mask. They have no right to do that. I never remove my
mask in public. Do you know the consequences of this?
RILEY: Think of how you would feel if you were made to take of this mask you were wearing.
RILEY: You want me to take medication? Then I’m afraid we must take this medication
together, because you are severely deluded.
RILEY: I am not deluded. I am Don Juan, and if you will not medicate me for these ten days, I
will prove it to you.
RILEY: Then I will take your medication and you may commit me for as long as you like. Do we
have an agreement?
RILEY: I was born in Mexico. It became evident from a very early age that there was something
different about me.