(A long silence. Then, barely a whisper.) …Ted.
(To the audience, breaking the fourth wall) He lifted me up by the scruff of my soul. He said, “Unless someone like you…” (He stops, choked.) …cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not. the lorax musical script
(Muttering, to himself) Go away, little pest. There’s no profit in shame. And you can’t knit a Thneed without playing the game. (A long silence
No, Once-ler. I want something harder than blame. I want you to speak a forgotten boy’s name. (A long silence. Then