Boulevardier

                "Pretty slick there, tiger, trying to sleep with Billy instead of pay him five thou." Velma said, lighting one up and taking a drag.

                "Yeah, well...," said Roxie.

                "Moving in on my territory again? Well, trying. What does your husband do again?"

                "He's a mechanic," said Roxie.

                Velma smirked, "He's a regular boulevardier. No wonder you wanted out. No way in hell is a mechanic going to get all that money for you."

                "He'll figure it out," said Roxie. "He's like a puppy you keep kickin'. Loves without questionin' it all."

                "You don't need love. You need five thousand dollars."