Velma:   Hello suckers, welcome back. Roxie's in there being looked   over by the State Medical Examiner. She says she's gonna    have a baby. Now why didn't I think of that?      Velma:   Can you imagine?   I mean can you imagine?   Do you believe it?   I mean, do you believe it?      I know a girl   A girl who lands on top   You could put her face   Into a pail of slop   And she'd come up smelling like a rose   How she does it, heaven knows.      Reporter:   Hold on, everybody, she's comin' out now.    (Roxie enters, followed by a very happy Doctor.)   Well, Doctor, is she or isn't she?      Velma:   She is.      Doctor:   She is!      Velma:   I know a girl   A girl with so much luck   She could get run over by a two-ton truck   Then brush herself off and walk away   How she does it, I couldn't say      Billy:   So, Doc, would you swear to that statement in court?      Doctor:   Oh, yeah.      Billy:   Good...you wanna button your fly?      Velma:   Whilst I on the other hand   Put my face in a pail of slop   And I would smell like a pail of slop   I, on the other hand   Get run over by a truck   And I am deader than a duck      I know a girl who tells so many lies   Anything that's true would truly cross her eyes   But what that mouse is selling   That whole world buys   And nobody smells a rat.      Roxie:   Oh, please Ladies and Gentlemen of the press - leave the two    of us alone so that we can rest.      Velma:   The two of us?   Can you imagine?   I mean, can you imagine?      Reporter:   Can I have one last picture, please?      Roxie:   Oh, sure, anything for the press.      Velma:   Do you believe it?   I mean, do you believe it?      Roxie:   My dear little baby      Velma:   "My dear little baby."      Roxie:   My sweet little baby      Velma:   "My sweet little..."      Roxie:   Look at my baby and me!