Mason: [referring to Roxie's attempt to stab his hand for taking her hash browns] I've never seen such violence over such small potatoes.
Daisy Adair: These are all at the Farmer's Market in exactly 27 minutes. I smell a disaster.
Mason: No, five deaths is not a disaster.
George: How many deaths is a disaster?
Mason: More than five. Five's bullshit.
George: How many?
Mason: 16-20 is a disaster. 21 and up: catastrophe. 8-15 is a calamity.
Rube Sofer: Seven and under?
Mason: That's a crying shame.
George: [voice over] Look at those lips. I just want to bite your face. I wanna tear your skin off and make pajamas out of them and wear them to bed.