Today, I had the chance to perform in front of my Comm 3 class. Actually we were required to present a 2 minute skit with two or more characters in it. It was graded so I had no other choice but to revive my acting skills. Charing!
I first thought of doing The Exorcist but di kinaya ng powers ko. ;p
Then there’s Harry Potpot and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Nah, too many characters.
Then there’s Kill Bill Volumes 1 and 2. Nah, too serious.
Finally there’s I Am Sam. This is it, I thought. I could pull off a dialogue between a retard and his seven year old daughter.
So there, I ended up looking like a retard in front of the class. It’s a good thing that I didn’t forget my lines. And come to think about it, in case I forgot any lines, they won’t even notice it since I’m acting like a retard.
No harm done. Yeah!
Btw, I Am Sam is really a great movie. One of my faves I must say.
Just in case your interested, here’s my skit:
i am sam
Lucy: Daddy, why does the snow flake?
Sam: Because snow–
because snow flakes.
Lucy: Daddy, what is mustard made of?
Sam: Because it’s yellow ketchup.
Lucy: Daddy, why are men bald?
Sam: Sometimes they’re bald
because their head is shiny…
and they don’t have hair on it.
So their head
is just more of their face.
Lucy: Daddy,
are ladybugs only girls…
or are there boys, too?
And if there are,
what are they called?
Sam: Yeah, the Beatles.
Lucy: Daddy, where does the sky end?
Why does the moon
follow me home?
Why is the sun orange?
Where does the hour go
in Daylight Savings?
Daddy, do I look more
like you or Mommy?
Daddy…
Do you think
she’ll ever come back?
Sam: Paul McCartney lost
his mother when he was little.
And John Lennon lost his mother
when he was little.
Annie says that sometimes
God picks the special people.
That’s what Annie says.
Lucy: Daddy, did God mean for you
to be like this…
or was it an accident?
Sam: What do you mean?
Lucy: I mean you’re different.
Sam: But what do you mean?
Lucy: You’re not like other daddies.
Sam: I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Yeah, I’m sorry.
Lucy: It’s OK, Daddy.
Don’t be sorry. I’m lucky.
Nobody else’s daddy
ever comes to the park.
Sam: Yeah, we are lucky.
Aren’t we lucky?
