rilyn Monroe: Oh, no, Johnny, you need your rest. hnny Hyde: I'll get my rest when I'm dead, which is going to be sooner rather than later. You know that, Marilyn.

hnny Hyde: How can you be so cold? rilyn Monroe: Because you let me.

rilyn Monroe: Oh, that's what I love about you, Monty. You're the only one I know that's more fucked up than me.