Fraser: You can’t shoot her.
Janice: Watch me.
Fraser: Oh no, that’s a 9mm Baretta. It caries a 15 round clip. You’ve already shot 14 times.
Fraser: No, you have, honestly. Follow this through. Six in the incinerary, seven in the corridors, one just-
Janice: All right! All right!
Fraser: What this basically means is you have one bullet left and then you’re defenseless. Now I don’t think you can afford to use it on her so she’s going to walk away now.
Christina: (stubbornly) No I’m not.
Fraser: (sighs) Have you ever said something you truly regretted?
Christina: I can’t leave you here. (to Janice) I’ll trade you for him. (she holds up a matchbook)
Janice: Throw ‘em over here.
Christina: What am I, stupid?
Janice: I said throw ‘em over here kid. Now!
Fraser: Well I don’t think she likes being called kid.
Christina: All right, you let him walk away or I eat it.
Fraser: (to Christina) Would you please run?
Christina: Can’t. Too scared. Choose.
Janice: Throw or I shoot.
Christina: Fine, I’m eating it.
Janice: You put that in your mouth and he’s dead.
Christina: (to Fraser) Chicago? What do I do?
Fraser: (thinks about this for a moment, then waves a hand in defeat) Oh, go ahead and eat it.
— Chicago Holiday, Pt 2