Holy Matrimony1994

Havana:
It's getting pretty hazy. It better start coming clearer. This steel is getting tiring.

Ezekiel:
You want to go to sleep?

Havana:
No, I don't mean tired like that. You know, tired like I'm just sick of pretending all the time.

[takes her jacket off and hands it to Zeke]

Havana:
Here, put this on.

Ezekiel:
What do you pretend about?

Havana:
Well, for one thing, my name isn't really Havana.

Ezekiel:
It's not?

Havana:
No, it's Betsy. Betsy Iggins. I thought Havana sounded better, more glam, more with it. Kinda like those one-name things like Madonna, Cher, Marilyn...

Ezekiel:
Who's Marilyn?

Havana:
Who's Marilyn? Marilyn Monroe. Only my hero.

Ezekiel:
Why?

Havana:
Zeke, she was beautiful. She had fabulous houses and boats and men and cars and furs and jewels and clothes. Everything a girl could want.

Ezekiel:
And she had a nice family, too?

Havana:
Well, that part didn't work out so good.

Ezekiel:
But you said she had everything. And if she didn't have a nice family, it sounds like she had nothing.