Liz: Pop.
Annie: Six.
June: Squish.
Hunyack: Unh-uh.
Velma Kelly: Cicero.
Mona: Lipschitz.
June: I'm standin' in the kitchen, carving up a chicken for dinner, minding my own business, when in storms my husband, Wilbur, in a jealous rage. "You've been screwing the milkman," he said. He was crazy, and he kept on screaming, "You've been screwing the milkman." And then he ran into my knife... he ran into my knife ten times.
Roxie: Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
Matron Mama Morton: You're talking to the wrong people.
Amos Hart: Cellophane. Mr. Cellophane shoulda been my name, Mr. Cellophane, 'cause you can look right through me, walk right by me and never know I'm there.
Roxie: It'll never work.
Velma Kelly: Why not?
Roxie: Because I hate you.
Velma Kelly: There's only one business where that's no problem at all.
Mona: I loved Al Lipshitz more than I could possibly say. He was a real artistic guy, sensitive, a painter. But he was always trying to find himself. He'd go out every night looking for himself. And on the way, he found Ruth. Gladys. Rosemary. And Irving. I guess you could say we broke up because of artistic differences. He saw himself as alive. And I saw him dead.
Billy Flynn: I don't mean to toot my own horn, but if Jesus Christ lived in Chicago today, and he had come to me and he had five thousand dollars, let's just say things would have turned out differently.
Velma Kelly: [Rising from the stage alone] 'C'mon Babe, why don't we paint the town... And all that Jazz. I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down... And all Jazz. Start the car I know a whoopie spot... where the gin is cold and the piano's hot. It's just a noisy hall, where there's a nightly brawl... And all that Jazz.
Roxie: You're, THE Velma Kelly. I was there the night you got arrested.
Velma Kelly: Yeah? You and half of Chicago.
Velma Kelly: [singing] No I'm no one's wife, but oh, I love my life and all that jazz.
Roxie: You want some advice, well here's a piece of advice from me to you, lay off the caramels.
[She winks]
Billy Flynn: Objection!
Judge: Sustained.
Assistant District Attorney Martin Harrison: Your Honor, I haven't even asked a question yet.
Reporter: Would you like to give us a word or two?
Kitty Baxter: I'll give you three- GO TO HELL.
Billy Flynn: This trial... the whole world... it's all... show business.
Bandleader: Mr. Billy Flynn and the press conference rag. Notice how his mouth never moves... almost.
Velma Kelly: Come on, babe, we're gonna brush the sky. I betcha Lucky Lindy never flew so high 'cause in the stratosphere how could he lend an ear to all that jazz.
