Looking for a funny and meaningful play about friendship, responsibility, and the importance of boundaries? “The Girl Who Called Too Much” is a humorous play perfect for middle school and teen actors. Follow Jessica’s over-the-top phone obsession and learn a powerful lesson about balance and self-worth.
CHARACTERS:
JESSICA: A young woman, intensely emotional.
MOTHER: Jessica’s mom, perpetually exasperated yet loving.
FATHER: Jessica’s dad, gruff and practical.
RAFAEL: Jessica’s brother, laid-back and sarcastic.
SANDY: Rafael’s girlfriend, sweet but a little naive.
OFFICER JENKINS: By-the-book police officer.
OFFICER MILLER: Jenkins’ partner, more understated.
SCRIPT:
ACT I – CHAOS IN THE LIVING ROOM
(The living room is a picture of suburban calm, quickly shattered. JESSICA bursts in, disheveled, tears streaming down her face, wailing like a banshee.)
JESSICA: (Screaming at the top of her lungs) Mom! Dad! It’s an emergency! A five-alarm, code-red, DEFCON 1 emergency!
(MOTHER enters, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. She looks weary.)
MOTHER: Jessica, for heaven’s sake! What in the blazes is going on? You’ll wake your father! Again!
JESSICA: (Gasping between sobs) I’m in massive trouble! Huge! Like, super-sized, extra cheese, with a side of federal indictment trouble!
MOTHER: (Sighing, already anticipating the drama) What now, Jessica? Did you finally get that tattoo of Henry’s face removed and they messed it up?
JESSICA: Oh, Mom, if only! This is so much worse than a regrettable tattoo!
MOTHER: (Rubbing her temples) Did you get into another shouting match with Henry at the grocery store? About the organic kale, again?
JESSICA: (Voice cracking) Sort of… The thing is… he doesn’t want me anymore! He broke up with me for good!
MOTHER: (Patting her shoulder half-heartedly) There, there. I’ll get you some water. You always say the most dramatic things when you’re dehydrated.
(MOTHER exits, muttering about dramatic daughters. FATHER shuffles in, hair askew, looking like a bear roused from hibernation.)
FATHER: (Grumpily, to Jessica) What part of “when I’m sleeping, do not disturb” do you not comprehend? Do I need to get it tattooed on my forehead?
(He plops onto the couch with a grunt.)
JESSICA: (Wringing her hands) I’m so sorry, Dad, but this is a genuine emergency! A real, real emergency! Not like the time I said it was an emergency because my favorite show was buffering.
(MOTHER re-enters with a glass of water, handing it to Jessica.)
MOTHER: (To Father) Oh, you’re up.
FATHER: (Sarcastically) Amazing, isn’t it? The sheer volume of this household could wake the dead.
MOTHER: (To Jessica) Drink some water, sweetie. Now, from the beginning. Use small words. What. Happened.
(RAFAEL and SANDY wander in, looking relaxed. Rafael is scrolling on his phone, Sandy is smiling sweetly.)
RAFAEL: Hey, Mom, Dad. What’s with the funeral vibe? Did the Wi-Fi go out?
SANDY: (To Mother, giving her a quick hug) Good afternoon! Everything alright?
MOTHER: (Force-smiling) We’re… having a moment, Sandy.
SANDY: (To Rafael) What’s wrong? Why the long faces? Did someone run out of coffee?
JESSICA: (Suddenly perking up, seeing her audience grow) Perfect! Everyone’s here! Because I have something monumental to tell you all!
RAFAEL: (Without looking up from his phone) You’re finally getting married? Please tell me it’s not Henry.
JESSICA: (Eyes wide) No! It’s infinitely worse than that! Please, please, promise you won’t get angry!
FATHER: (Leaning forward, suspicion in his voice) What did you do, Jessica? Did you accidentally sign up for a lifetime supply of artisanal cheese?
JESSICA: (Whispering conspiratorially) The police are coming for me.
(A beat of stunned silence.)
MOTHER: (Gasps) What?!
FATHER: (Leaping up, face red) The police?! For God’s sake, Jessica, what unholy terror have you unleashed this time?!
JESSICA: (Tears welling up again) It’s Henry’s fault! All of it!
SANDY: Your boyfriend?
JESSICA: (Scoffs) Ex-boyfriend! As of yesterday!
RAFAEL: (Snapping his phone shut, standing up menacingly) What did that worm do to you? I’ll go find him! I’ll… I’ll give him a stern talking-to!
JESSICA: (Waving him down frantically) Sit down, Conan! You’re not going anywhere! Besides, he didn’t do anything… to me. It was me! I called him… a lot. And he got really angry, so he filed a complaint against me, and now the police are looking for me!
FATHER: (Puffing out his chest) The police cannot just waltz into my house without a warrant! This is America! We have rights!
JESSICA: Trust me, Dad, they’re coming. And they have warrants. Probably a search warrant for my soul.
MOTHER: (Confused) Why the fuss? He’s so homely, he should be grateful anyone even knows his phone number! Let alone loves him!
JESSICA: That’s not all! I also sent him emails. Lots of them. And WhatsApp messages. And text messages. So many text messages.
RAFAEL: (Whistles low) Wow! What a catch! Sandy never calls me because she’s convinced she’ll exceed her monthly limit and our combined bill will bankrupt us.
SANDY: (To Rafael, blushing) That’s not true! I text you! Sometimes!
FATHER: (Scratching his head) Still, that’s not exactly reason to have you arrested, Jessica. Annoying, maybe. But not arrestable.
JESSICA: I called him, Dad! So many times!
MOTHER: (With a growing sense of dread) How many, Jessica? Just give us a number.
JESSICA: (Stammering, looking at the floor) Please, please, don’t get mad! Just… promise you won’t yell.
FATHER: (Crossing his arms) Just spit it out, young lady!
JESSICA: (In a tiny voice) About sixty thousand.
(Silence. Deafening, horrifying silence.)
FATHER: (His jaw drops, then snaps shut. He stares at Jessica as if she’s sprouted a third eye.) Are you clinically insane?! How in the name of all that is holy did you manage that?!
MOTHER: (Eyes wide) You’re exaggerating, Jessica. You have to be. No one makes sixty thousand calls. That’s a phone-factory-worker’s output!
JESSICA: (Shakes her head sadly) No, Mom. It’s the truth. Sixty thousand times. In one week.
RAFAEL: (Staring at her, a mixture of horror and awe) Poor Sis. He’s not just broken your heart; he’s clearly broken your brain.
FATHER: (Pinching the bridge of his nose) What do you even do all day? At what point did you sleep? Or eat? Did you just call him while you were in the shower?!
JESSICA: (Shrugging innocently) I found the time, Dad. Multitasking is key.
MOTHER: (Throwing her hands up) Unbelievable! You should be utterly mortified!
RAFAEL: (A mischievous glint in his eye) You know, you’d be a rock star at one of those call centers. You’d hit your quota by breakfast! They’d give you a corner office and a gold-plated headset on your first week!
SANDY: (To Jessica, earnestly) I think Henry was a fool for not answering! He didn’t appreciate your dedication!
JESSICA: (Tearing up again) Right? He just… he broke my heart.
SANDY: Forget him! Don’t let him think he’s that special! Just ghost him back!
JESSICA: (Sighs dramatically) It’s a little too late for “ghosting.”
MOTHER: (Slowly, as a terrifying realization dawns on her) Why are they going to arrest you, Jessica? What did he accuse you of?
JESSICA: He said I was… stalking him.
FATHER: (Nods slowly, a grim acceptance on his face) Of course, he did. Sixty thousand calls in a week? That’s eight thousand, five hundred and seventy-one calls a day. Which translates to three hundred and fifty-seven calls an hour. And roughly five calls every single minute! Jessica, are you a telemarketer or a human being?!
JESSICA: (Wringing her hands) Dad, please, try to understand! I feel so insecure and lonely without him! I just wanted to talk!
FATHER: (Throwing his hands up) Well, I DON’T understand! Even I would send you to jail! I hope this teaches you a valuable lesson about personal space and phone etiquette!
JESSICA: He’s the one who should be arrested for ignoring my calls! Doesn’t he know how much data I burned?!
RAFAEL: (Backs away slowly from Jessica) You know, Sis, I love you, but you’re a psycho. Like, the kind they write true-crime documentaries about. Maybe that’s why he broke up with you.
MOTHER: (Pacing) Why was it so utterly, crucially, life-or-death important to call him so many times?!
JESSICA: (Wringing her hands) I just… I wanted to get him back! I just needed to explain!
RAFAEL: (Muttering) You explained him right into a restraining order.
JESSICA: I know!
SANDY: (Puts an arm around Jessica) He doesn’t deserve all your effort, Jessica. I don’t blame you, I know you were suffering. He’s heartless for not recognizing your devotion.
JESSICA: (To Sandy, grateful) Thank you, Sandy! Finally, someone understands! (She sniffles) I just wanted to talk to him so, so badly!
MOTHER: (Shakes her head sadly) You’re not in love, Jessica. You’re obsessed. With a capital ‘O’!
(A loud, authoritative knock rattles the front door.)
JESSICA: (Gasps, clutching her chest) It’s them! They’re here to take me away! Tell my story! Tell them I was just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to answer his phone!
(FATHER sighs heavily, walks to the door, and opens it. OFFICER JENKINS, stern and by-the-book, and OFFICER MILLER, looking slightly amused, stand on the porch.)
OFFICER JENKINS: Good afternoon, sir. We’re looking for a Miss Jessica Taylor.
OFFICER MILLER: (Holding up a stack of papers) We have an arrest and a search warrant concerning a complaint filed by Mr. Henry Moore.
FATHER: (Taking the papers, squinting at them) I’m Jessica’s father. I’d like to read these. (He scans the documents, his face hardening.) Here it says you need to take her computer and cellular phone. (He turns to Jessica, his voice resigned.) Please, Jessica. Your computer and phone.
JESSICA: (Voice barely a whisper) Yes, Dad.
(Jessica shuffles off. A few moments later, she returns, clutching her laptop and phone like precious relics. She hands them over to Officer Miller.)
OFFICER JENKINS: (Produces handcuffs, clicks them open with practiced ease) Miss Taylor, you’re under arrest for aggravated stalking of Mr. Henry Moore. You’re coming with us to the precinct.
JESSICA: (Tears welling up again) Aren’t you going to read me my rights? Don’t I get a cool, dramatic speech?
OFFICER JENKINS: (Deadpan) You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?
JESSICA: (Pouting) Yes, but you didn’t tell me I have a right to one phone call… and I want to call my ex-boyfriend!
RAFAEL: (Unable to help himself) Yeah, don’t miss the opportunity to make it sixty thousand and one! Go for the record, Sis!
FATHER: (To Officer Jenkins, gesturing impatiently) Please, just take her. She needs… (he gestures vaguely towards his head) …therapy. A lot of therapy. More than prison, probably.
(The officers lead a still-sniffling Jessica out the door. The family watches them go, a collective sigh of relief and exhaustion filling the room.)
THE END
Author: K I D S I N C O
MORAL: The moral of “The Girl Who Called Too Much” is a potent reminder that true affection is rooted in respect, not obsession. While technology offers boundless ways to connect, it also amplifies our capacity to overstep boundaries. This play humorously, yet pointedly, illustrates the dangers of mistaking intense pursuit for love, highlighting how unchecked emotions can lead to digital harassment, legal trouble, and strained relationships, ultimately emphasizing the critical importance of self-worth and healthy emotional regulation.
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RESOURCES:
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