2 Best Chicago Monologues – Opening Monologue

Chicago (Roxann Hart)

Category: Movie Role: Roxann Hart From: Chicago

Oh , say it again , Fred … Where’s the fire, huh? Amos ain’t home till midnight. Hey, I don’t want you to feel like I’m nagging at you , but don’t you think it’s time I met your friend down at the Onyx? It’s been a month since you told him about me. And I know ’cause that was the night Velma Kelly plugged her husband and her sister. You know they say that she found ’em in the kip together? Gosh , if I ever found Amos slipping it to somebody else… I’d throw him a great big going-away party. … I have been thinking a lot about my act. Whenever I get a good idea I write it in my diary. It occurred to me the other day that all the really, really knockout acts have something a little different going on. Like a signature bit. And I thought that my thing could be aloof, you know? Give ’em just enough to get ’em good and hungry, but always leave ’em wantin’ more. Hey, once I get a name for myself, maybe we could open up a club of our own . You could run it, and I could be the headliner. What’s the idea?

Chicago (Velma Kelly)

Category: Movie Role: Velma Kelly From: Chicago

C’mon Babe, why don’t we paint the town… And all that Jazz. I’m gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down… And all that Jazz. Start the car I know a whoopie spot… where the gin is cold but the piano’s hot. It’s just a noisy hall, where there’s a nightly brawl… And all that Jazz.
…
My sister Veronica and I had this double act, and my husband Charlie traveled around with us. Now for the last number in our act we did these 20 acrobatic tricks in a row: one, two, three, four, five, splits, spread-eagles, back-flips, flip-flops, one right after the other. So this one night before the show we’re at the hotel Cicero, the three of us boozin, having a few laughs, and we run out of ice, so I run out to get some. I come back, open the door, and there’s Veronica and Charlie doing number 17, the spread-eagle. Well, I was in such a state of shock that I completely blacked out; I can’t remember a thing. It wasn’t until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead.