You wanna know something? I always wanted my name in the paper. Before Amos, I used to date this well-to-do, ugly bootlegger. He used to like to dress me up, take me out and show me off. Ugly guys like to do that. Once it said in the paper, “Gangland’s Al Capelli seen at Chez Vito with cute redheaded chorine.” That was me. I clipped it out and saved it.

Now look, “ROXIE ROCKS CHICAGO.” Look, I’m gonna tell you the truth. Not that the truth really matters, but I’m gonna tell you anyway. The thing is, see I’m older than I ever intended to be. All my life I wanted to be a dancer in vaudeville. Oh, yeah. Have my own act. But, no. No. No. No. No. No. It was one big world full of “No.” Life. Then Amos came along. Sweet, safe Amos, who never says no. You know some guys are like mirrors, and when I catch myself in Amos’ face I’m always a kid. Ya could love a guy like that. Look now, I gotta tell ya, and I hope this ain’t too crude. In the bed department, Amos was… zero. I mean, when we went to bed, he made love to me like he was fixin’ a carburetor or somethin’. “I love ya, honey. I love ya.” Anyway, to make a long story short, I started foolin’ around. Then I started screwin’ around, which is foolin’ around without dinner. I gave up the vaudeville idea, because after all those years… well, you sort of figure opportunity just passed you by. Oh, but it ain’t. Oh no, no, no, but it ain’t. If this Flynn guy gets me off, and with all this publicity, I could still get into vaudeville. I could still have my own act. Now, I got me a world full of “Yes.”