Andrew Hill Newman

Roxie Shield: I think you should see a professional.

Jonathan Switcher: A professional? What do you mean, a hooker?

Roxie Shield: No, I mean a psychiatrist.

Jonathan Switcher: I can't afford a psychiatrist.

Roxie Shield: Then call one of those shrinks on the radio.

Jonathan Switcher: A radio shrink? They're only good for people with problems that fit between the commercials.

Roxie Shield: Good night, Jonathan.

Jonathan Switcher: [coming out of the elevator] Easy, Felix! I don't think she's armed!

Felix: You can fool Rambo, but it won't work with me, Switcher! My brain is quicker than...

[before he can finish his sentence, the elevator doors close on him]