Peter and the Starcatcher
​by Rick Elice.

​The play serves as a prequel to J. M. Barrie's Peter and Wendy and has been modified for the middle school stage by Heather Smith. Learn more about how Peter and the Lost boys came to Neverland and about the magic of “Starstuff” through the eyes of these beloved characters as well as some new faces.

Molly

You stop that right now. I won’t answer any such question. You’re leaning toward the sentimental and that’s all well and good for a boy, but the fact is we girls can’t afford to be sentimental. We must instead be strong. And when I marry, I shall make it very clear to this person – that sentimentality is not on the calendar. He will have to lump it or leave it. And if he should leave, I’ll stay a spinster and pin my hair back and volunteer weekends at the hospital. And I will love words for their own sake, like “hyacinth” and “Piccadilly” and “onyx.” And I’ll have a good old dog, and think what I like, and be a part of a different sort of family, with friends, you know? – who understand that things are only worth what you’re willing to give up for them.

Searchable monologue database. Make sure you get all the information like the title and author of the play. 
 
Click here. 

Peter and the Starcatcher
by Rick Elice.

​The play serves as a prequel to J. M. Barrie's Peter and Wendy and has been modified for the middle school stage by Heather Smith. Learn more about how Peter and the Lost boys came to Neverland and about the magic of “Starstuff” through the eyes of these beloved characters as well as some new faces.

PETER: 
(dreaming) That you, Molly? I’m Coming! Wait for me!(bolts upright, awake) Molly, Wait! (Realizes, alarmed) No, not s’posed to sleep! S’posed to be guarding the trunk, not- What if she came and- I DID WHAT YOU SAID, MOL—dragged it right up a mountain! (silence) Nope, no Molly (blinded by the glare) So. . . bright. Holy- know what that is? That must be the sun! I’m feeling you, sun! (realizing how much he can see) And checkit-out!!! Space. Light . Air. I’m finally FREE! And I’m gonna have . . . freedoms! Whatever I want. (A yellow bird enters and and alights on his shoulder!) Whoa. Hey bird, wassup? Me? Well, let’s see. . . Saved the world. Got a name. Not too shabby. I just—I wonder if Teddy and Prentiss made it off the ship before it sank. I mean, how weird would it be if they—(a chill up his spine, looks up) Please let them be okay. (scared now, a lost boy) Bird, we should make a pact. I don’t leave you, you don’t leave me. Deal? (bird flies off.) No! Come back! I don’t wanna be alone! COME BACK!