From the play "For Keeps"
written by F. Hugh Herbert
(Fifteen year old Nancy is the child of divorce. Her life has been divided between her parents and, lacking roots, she has become precocious beyond her years.)
Nancy: Daddy, please, if you dare bring any Henry Aldriches or any bobby-socked Sinatra swooners for me to "play" with, I swear I'll spit in their eye. And yours, too, Daddy. I mean it, Daddy. I simply loathe adolescents - male or female. I know I'm an adolescent but you don't have to rub it in. I always say a person's as old as they feel. And I don't feel fifteen. I didn't even feel fifteen when I was ten. Oh, I have one or two friends at home. Norma's always moving from one city ot another, though, and there isn't much chance to make really friends. Oh, but I've got one friend, though. He's swell! He's the night bellcaptain at the hotel. He bootlegs Hershey Almond Bars up to the apartment for me especially. You know how I adore Hershey Bars. I eat them in bed at night while I'm reading. Terry was simply furious once - I got chocolate smears all over his precious, unexpurgated edition of "Lady Chatterley's Lover." He was fit to be tied. Have you read that, Daddy? I thought it was dull. I'll bet D.H. Lawrence was a nasty little boy. I haven't had the slightest desire to read anything pornographic since.
Kudos and much thanks go to Vanessa for this monologue, it is very much appreciated.