Voirrey, in her early 20s. A fictional young man named John.
JOHN: Mary, we've been seeing each other for quite a while now.
VOIRREY: Yes, we have.
JOHN: I was wondering...
He goes down on one knee.
JOHN: Mary Irving, will you marry me?
JOHN: What's wrong?
JOHN: Do you not want to me married?
VOIRREY: I do... but-
JOHN: -I'll ask your Dad if I can marry you.
Voirrey laughs bitterly.
JOHN: And then you can meet my folks. They're always on at me to settle down now I have a job.
JOHN: Mary, what is it?
VOIRREY: I have to tell you something.
VOIRREY: There are some things that you shoud know. Before... John, I'm not crazy.
JOHN: I know you're not.
VOIRREY: I come from the Isle of Man.
JOHN: Oh thank god!
JOHN: I thought you were going to tell me you'd accepted someone else.
VOIRREY: That's not it. My real name is Voirrey.
JOHN: I don't understand. Mary, Voirrey, what difference does it make.
VOIRREY: Do you remember the mongoose? The speaking one?
JOHN: Yes, but what- oh.
JOHN: That was you?
Voirrey covers face with hands.
VOIRREY: Stop it!
She pushes him.
JOHN: What is the matter?
VOIRREY: You think I'm mental!
JOHN: No, I-
VOIRREY: It doesn't matter. Our parents won't allow it.
JOHN: It happened so long ago.
VOIRREY: It happened to me. I can't explain it. I'm sorry.
JOHN (trying to hold her): Mary.
Voirrey pulls away.
VOIRREY: No. It won't work. Just go. Just vanish.
Voirrey slaps him
VOIRREY: That isn't my name!
Lights out on John.
VOIRREY: That isn't my name.
VOIRREY: You always ruin everything.
Hmm, not sure if it works- it's a little goofy and melodramatic- but something like this.