All taken from the score and script of the musical. Send my muse one to see how they would react!
â It must be great to be called the âIt Girl,â with your face on every magazine! â
â I can see me, can you see me? The main attraction of the picture show⌠â
â Iâm gonna shoot my way out! â
â Ainât nothing I canât do with a gun! â
â I hope you know how to fry a chicken. â
â Itâs the Devilâs back porch. â
â Capone is more to me than a hero. â
â For the right price, a fella can get almost anything these days. â
â Looks like weâve got the same car. Goes through oil like a preacher through whiskey, huh? â
â Youâve got a beautiful smile. Bet you hear that all the time. â
â Wasnât Billy the Kid ambushed and killed by some sherif? â
â Everybodyâs got dreams. Iâve got plans. â
â Donât you ânow babyâ me! Now who talked you into busting outta jail!? â
â Youâll find him sitting in the McLennan County Jail. â
â Iâm havinâ a heart attack. They are not gonna stop looking. â
â Youâve gotta serve your sentence without fail⌠(insert name), you are going back to jail. â
â I know itâs hard to share a cell when youâve got nothing to look at except prisoners who smell. â
â Iâve been dreaming of a hot meal with you as my dessert! â
â ⌠I donât cant here coming around here no more⌠â
â Iâve gotta keep him locked in jail. â
â I want the world to see that I ainât married to some bum. â
â What makes you so sure? â
â This is the best picture Iâve seen in my whole life!â
â You gonna interrupt me every line!? â
â What are you writing that for? Thatâs a lousy thing to write! â
â ⌠Man I want you right now. â
â Youâll lose the blues, and you may lose your heart⌠â
â She was wearing lots of makeup and all, but you could still see that she was dead. â
â I think most folks would be shocked to learn just how un-Christian you are in bed. â
â Weâre on the front page headline! Right alongside Al Capone! â
â Itâs the only way to wipe the slate clean. â
â I want you to be a man, honey, not a thug. â
â *SLAP* Donât you ever talk to me that way, sugar. â
â *SLAP* Donât you ever raise a hand at me that way, baby. â
â Not you, not me, not that poor misguided trash he picked up last night. â
â She is gonna love that dress! Anyone got a card? Letâs see⌠âDear (insert name), I canât wait to rip this off of ya! â
â Honey, I promiseâ you will never find out I cheated on you. â
â Iâm miserable without you. I canât think about nothinâ else but you! â
â You could find someone that people respect, a man who is rich and smart⌠â
â Youâre flirting with a convict? â
â You love who you love, and you canât help how youâre made. â
â Amen! Amen! Daddy! â
â Youâre making the right decision. The heart isnât always right. â
â Youâve gotta keep him away from me. Iâm begging you. You know what heâs been doing to me. â
â I wonât get to Heaven, so letâs raise a little Hell. â
â Get your hands off of me! â
â Havinâ a nice time down there? â
â My momma donât like me smokinâ. â
â You said youâd go straight! â
â Sheâs a good girl. Straight A student. Got a job. It doesnât make sense! â
â Two living legends thatâs what we will be, and thatâs okay with me! â
â No way they wonât remember us! â
â Oh my God, Iâm nervous. â
â I got a letter from him. Heâs ok. Make sure you burn it. â
â I canât put the gun down if Iâm raising my hands. â
â You really think you can pull that trigger? â
â I gotta get out now while I still can, while Iâm still in the clear! â
â Itâs too late to say Iâm sorry, itâs too late for all of that! â
â Heâs a piece of shit. Just like his brother. â
â There ainât nothing good enough for us kids. We deserve all we are gonna get. â
â Can I have your autograph? â
â I need you Daddy. I need you Daddy. Donât you dare walk out that door. â
â You walk out that door, Daddy, itâs over. ⌠I mean it. â
â Close your eyes, feel for the bullet, and pull. SHIT!! â
â This bitch has killed four people and theyâre printing her poetry like sheâs Emily fucking Dickinson! â
â You wrote a song about me? Oh you are so in looooove baby. â
â I must be in love or else Iâm going mad. â
â If we drive through the night we could be in Joplin by mid-day tomorrow. â
â Take a look around. Godâs good Earth is all dried up. Itâs dead. â
â Donât you be sorry! You just stay with me, you hear? â
â Come on baby. We donât want to miss our folks. â
â A short and loving life⌠That ainât so bad. â