This just came to me (not exactly a mess-up, but still)-
In my junior year, I took theater for both semesters. During the second semester's improv workshopping, I and two other girls were given a confrontial scene between a girl, her mother, and the girl's friend...I being the mother.
Well, I tend to get into the moment, and all the sudden I hear myself spat "You don't know what the HELL you're doing!!!" At that second, my drama teacher's jaw snaps open. Mortified, I stood there stammering for about aminute, trying to redo the line before, finally croaking out, "You don't know what the HECK you're doing!"
After we finished, I didn't do another improv for about a week. Schadenfreude to the max.
"During this performance, please feel free to let your cell phones and pagers ring willy-nilly. However, do remember that there are heavily-armed knights on stage and you might well be dragged up and impaled."
(Pre-curtain announcement at the new Broadway musical Monty Python's Spamalot)
Updated On: 1/14/05 at 11:50 PM