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Inspirations Play Script
Because I Said So:
A Play About Mothers and Their Children
Edits: Incorporated Monologues to add depth to the mother and connect the audience with her,
research was incorporated into the dialogue slightly, another newscast was put in to alert the
audience of the new problem that children Tim’s age have to deal with, ending was changed.
*Newscast*
Desmond: Hello. I’m Joe Carroll here at FOX 5. Tonight, I’m here to talk about the two recent
Amber alerts we’ve been hearing about. Apparently, two innocent girls have been abducted in
the past two weeks. On behalf of everyone here at FOX 5, we would like to extend our thoughts
and prayers out to the families of those missing children. We are deeply sorry. In sports, is a
name change in store for the Redskins?

PROPS-

<Mom turns off television>
Owen: Good lord. It’s truly awful these days. Timmy, did you hear about these terrible, terrible
events? Come here, little boy. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, do you hear me?
Tomorrow you’re going to a playdate and I’m going to be coming with you. This news just
worries me and I need you to be safe.
Chico: Yes, mommy.*Timmy leaves*
*Monologue*
Owen: I’m a mother. My job is to keep my kid safe. And the only way I know how to protect
him is to keep a watchful eye out on him at all times. With all these abductions lately, it’s only
further proving my point. That I need to keep my sweetheart close, or else terrible, terrible things
could happen. The world can be a dark and dangerous place for young children so I have to
watch out for mine. I’ve heard of mothers like that woman… Lenore Skenazy was the name I
think. Her scheme is liable to endanger her children and get her arrested for goodness sakes. She
lets her kids, all around Tim’s tender age, out all on their own on trains or buses. Can you
imagine?! Lord knows what danger is out there just waiting for a mother like Skenazy to give her
little kid the right to catch a bus by himself. I would never do that to little Timothy.

*Playdate*
*Circle of moms*
Nate: I just can’t let this little munchkin out of my sight! Especially with all of these abductions
lately.
Owen: Yes, exactly! I can’t imagine what would happen if I let little Timmy all on his own.
Desmond: maybe we should give them a little space, you know. What are you gonna do in a few
years when they’re old enough to take care of themselves?
Owen: Well, I’m going to check in with him every half-hour. I will need to know who he is with,
where he is and what he is doing, every single time he goes out.
Desmond: And you don’t think that’s a little extreme? I mean it’s not like our parents smother us
that way!
Nate: Well, that’s because we’re adults. We don’t need adult supervision!
Desmond: Yeah, of course not. And as parents, we have to give them the right to grow into
adults themselves. To be independent. You all remember what it was like for us when we were
young, don’t you?
*flashback*
*30 years ago, tell the audience*
*at a house*
Owen: Okay, daddy, I’m going off to play with my friends.
Nate: Alright, Selina. Just be sure you’re back by supper.
Owen: Okay!
*out in the street Selina sees a payphone*
Owen: Oh, shoot! What time is it?!
Desmond: Oh it’s about 6:30
Owen: Darn! I told my dad I’d be back in time for supper. Let me call him on a payphone
*goes to payphone, calls father*
Nate: Hello? This is Bruce speaking
Owen: Hey daddy, it’s Selina. I’m going to sleep at Barbara’s tonight.
Nate: Alright, dear. Have fun.
*Friends celebrate*
<BACK TO PLAYDATE>
Owen: Ok, I guess I did have a lot of freedom back in the day.
Nate: Still, this is a different time. Our kids need our protection. It’s our duty as parents. After
all, we know what’s best for them.
Owen: You’re right! I love Timmy too much. And he’ll be fine when he grows up, I just know it.
*Desmond shakes his head*
<FAST FORWARD 5 YEARS>
*Newscast*
Desmond: This is Joe Carroll. Last week, in Albuquerque, New Mexico, a high-school dropout
was busted for selling illegal drugs like methamphetamine. Apparently, he started out by
smoking and dealing marijuana, which is now very common among teenagers and young adults.
For all the adolescents out there, take this as a sign. Weed is a gateway drug and it only leads to
bad places, like federal prison!
*Turns off television*
Owen: Oh my. That’s terrible. Tim, do you hear this?!
Chico: Yeah, yeah. I hear it, mom.
Owen: This is why you never do drugs okay! And don’t hang out with any kids who encourage
that type of behavior either!
Chico: Mom, I think I can decide who I want to hang out with.
Owen: Okay, well, love, have fun at school today but come home on time.
Chico: No, mom, it’s Friday. I don’t want to just stay around the house on a Friday.
Owen: <sigh> Well, ok. But call me when you get out of school and every time you change your
location.
Chico: Why?! Mom, you don’t need to know exactly where I am every single minute I’m not
home. I’ll call you when I’m ready to come home.
Owen: No, it doesn’t work like that, Timothy! You call me when I want you to or you’re not
going out at all!
Chico: Mom… all I can remember from my early childhood is you smothering me and
monitoring my every step. But I’m not a kid anymore, mom. You can trust me.
Owen: I do trust you. But I worry about you, ok. A lot of bad stuff happens when it gets late. I
don’t want you getting into trouble. Please call me.
<son leaves>
*Monologue*
Owen: Is it wrong what I do? Am I too overprotective of my son? Should I just let him grow and
live in the world all on his own? But it’s so dark out there. So dangerous. I need to protect my
baby, no matter how old he gets. I really want him to understand me. I don’t mean to harm him
or go against him. I want the best for him. Why won’t he understand me?
*later that day*
*at a park*
*the son is with his friends playing football*
Chico: Wow! It really is a great day out, huh?
Desmond: You finally got your mom to let you out of the house, huh? I mean, that woman has
got you on a leash, man!
*Friends laugh*
Chico: Yeah, I know, I know. She can get pretty annoying. And my dad’s always working so
there’s no one to be a mediator, either.
*Phone rings*
Chico: Ugh, its her. She’s gonna make me come home.
Nate: Don’t answer it, man. Let’s just keep playing.
Chico: Nah, she’s gonna be mad if I don’t answer.
*answers phone*
Owen: Didn’t I tell you to call me?! Where are you, Timothy. I can call your father and tell him
to drive around and find you
Chico: Mom, theres no need for that. I’m at the park, I’m playing football.
Owen: Well, you should come home now. It’ll be dark pretty soon.
Chico: No, mom, I don’t want to come home. Not yet.
Owen: Timothy, you listen to me! You come home now before it gets too dark. I won’t argue
with you anymore and do not talk back to me.
Chico: Well, can I at least bring my friends over for dinner?
Owen:<sigh> fine. But they’re going to have to leave as soon as I start getting ready for bed.
*friends go to Tim’s house*
Owen: Hello, welcome. What are your names?
*Friends talk amongst themselves, are being rude*
Owen: Excuse me. I asked you a question.
Chico: Mom, calm down. This is Wolfgang and this is Jefferson. Wolfgang has some issues that
he’s working to resolve, such as his extreme views on bigotry and such. Dont be surprised if
Jefferson and Wolfgang erupt into a deadly clash before the evening is over.
Owen: Oh dear, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that <chuckles>. Here, come and sit down for
supper.
*friends sit down and laugh at small things in the house*
Owen: So, do you guys have any classes with Tim?



Desmond: Ay, scrub, pass the butter.
Nate: I’ll have you know that the word is highly offensive.
Desmond: I don’t care what you have to say, you worthless waste of space.
Nate: I do have a name, you know. You may call me Jefferson.
Owen: So, Jefferson, where do you go to school?
Nate: Why, I go to the same school as your delightful son.
Desmond: Shut up convict.
Nate: <Clears his throat> If it is a fight you want, sir, then it is a fight you’ll get
Owen: Kids, kids, settle down. Now’s time for dessert!
Nate: Affirmative. That indeed sounds splendid.
Desmond: Hey you, yeah you crispy. Would you mind shutting up? I thought i told you to fetch
me the damn butter, or are we going to have a problem?
Nate: On the contrary, I don’t recall you ever requesting me to fetch anything. And even if you
had, I am in no way obliged to give you any assistance at all, you lowlife.
Desmond: What did you call me?! <Gets up and aims his fist at Jefferson>
Nate: I don’t seem to have stuttered. Now be gone from this place before I am forced to take
matters into my own hands!
Owen: There will be no fighting allowed while you kids are under my supervision! Jefferson, I
would have thought you would be more mature, and Wolfgang, please have some discretion!
Nate: He provoked me, missus.
Desmond: Stop using these big ol’ words before they got you into a spot of trouble!
Chico: Will you guys just stop bickering for once? For cryin’ out loud, you guys are always at it!
Lighten up, would ya?!
Nate: I think the best course of action would be for you to tread lightly, von Wolfgang.
<Wolfgang backhands Jefferson>
Desmond: I thought I told you to shut up, fool.
Owen: Alright! That is enough! I didn’t want it to come to this, but I’m going to have to ask both
of you to leave.
Nate: Ma’am, I think that would be the most sensible thing to do at this point. I cannot help
myself adding, however, that our friend Wolfgang here is a conceited and rude individual that
your wonderful son would do well to keep away from. All I’m saying is the right friends could
be the difference between a successful man and a failure, and I would like to assist him in the
path to greatness.
Desmond: I’m out of here, man, you guys are weird as hell!
<Friends leave>
Owen: Well that was fun. <sighs> I think they’re a negative influence on you, Timothy. How can
I let you be around them if all they do is quarrel with one another! Those are the kinds of kids
who will get you into trouble and I won’t have any of it.
Chico: Mom, you can’t control my entire life! I’ll do whatever I choose to do and I’ll be with
whoever I want to be with. You don’t know them like I do, so just give me some space!
Owen: I won’t argue with you the entire night, Tim. I’m going to bed.
<mom goes off to bed>
*Monologue*
Chico: Why is it always like this with her? I’m a teenager, I’d think that I can take care of myself
well enough! She just wants me to be home all the time every day. She just doesn’t understand
me, she doesn’t understand what it’s like to be a teenager in this era. Why won’t she understand
me?
*Next Day, Tim is with his friends*
*They are walking down the street when a man offers them drugs*
(drug dealer will be played by an extra)
*pulls out a pack*
Desmond: Ooh, I don’t know, man. My parents warned me about doing that kind of stuff! They
say it’s bad.
*Tim smells the air*
Chico: Wow, that stuff smells terrible!
Nate: I’ve read that the use of cannabis can cause permanent lung damage and even cancer.
<looks at audience>
Desmond: Yeah, I think I’m definitely not gonna try that stuff.
Nate: I wouldn’t have expected such wisdom from you, Wolfgang. Perhaps you have some hope,
after all.
Desmond: Yeah, man, i wanted to talk to you about last night.
Nate: It is, as they say, “All’s well that ends well!”
Extra: How about you man?
Chico: Sorry, man. I just can’t get over that smell. I gotta say no.
*Friends leave*
*Tim walks home*
*His mom is waiting for him on their porch*
Owen: Tim, why are you home so late. What in God’s name were you thinking?
Chico: Nothing, mom. I’m here now, aren’t I?
Owen: Tim, you smell like… like marijuana! What in the world have you been doing?
Chico: Mom, I said I wasn’t doing anything, alright!
Owen: You were smoking, weren’t you?! I told you I didn’t want you around those kids!
Chico: Mom, I wasn’t smoking! I was offered it and I refused, end of story!
Owen: No, not end of story! What were you doing around drug dealers?!
Chico: I wasn’t around them, mom! Stop harassing me. Just leave me alone and stop being such
a…
*Stops himself*
*Long pause*
Chico: I’m going to play some video games.
Owen: Enough.
Chico: What?
Owen: Go to your room, Timothy. I don’t want to hear another word out of you for the entire
evening.
*Tim is in his room*
*Monologue*
Chico: Why is it so difficult?! Why is she so difficult?! I can never talk to her! She always has to
be the right one but this time I’m right. I did absolutely nothing wrong. I did what she would
want me to do. I refused the drugs. I was mature and my friends were too. She was wrong about
me and she was wrong about my friends. It’s time she realized that.
*Next Morning*
*Tim comes down for breakfast*
Owen: Good morning, Timothy.
*Tim doesn’t respond*
Owen: I made waffles and bacon for your breakfast.
*Sits and eats the food*
Owen: Timothy, before we get into all the apologies about last night, I want you to tell me
everything that happened when you were offered drugs yesterday.
*Tells the story*
Owen: So, you and all of your friends refused.
Chico: Yes, mom, just like I told you twice before. I didn’t do anything wrong.
Owen: Well, I suppose I misjudged your friends. And that was very mature of you to say no,
Timothy. Timothy, I know I can come off a little extreme sometimes but I don’t want it to feel
that way. I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, ok. I’m just trying to be a good mom.
Alright, so work with me here. You gotta know I only mean the best.
Chico: Ok. Oh, and I’m sorry for yelling at you and being disrespectful.
Owen: You were angry, son. I understand.
Chico: Great. <sighs> Now, will you buy me a car?
*They both laugh*
*End*

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