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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!
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