Warren Beatty credited as playing...
Dick Tracy
- Dick Tracy: No grief for Lips?
- Breathless Mahoney: I'm wearing black underwear.
- Dick Tracy: You know, it's legal for me to take you down to the station and sweat it out of you under the lights.
- Breathless Mahoney: I sweat a lot better in the dark.
- Breathless Mahoney: Thanks for calling. I was beginning to wonder what a girl had to do to get arrested.
- Dick Tracy: Wearing that dress is a step in the right direction.
- [Breathless pours a drink for Dick Tracy]
- Dick Tracy: I'm on duty.
- Breathless Mahoney: What's your day off?
- Dick Tracy: Sunday.
- Breathless Mahoney: It's a big world... must be Sunday somewhere.
- Tess Trueheart: You'll get Big Boy.
- Dick Tracy: Big Boy's on the street and they want to stick me behind a desk?
- Tess Trueheart: They believe in you, Tracy. They think if you're chief of police, the city'll be safe.
- Dick Tracy: Tess, there's about as much chance of me getting behind a desk as there is of me getting a new girlfriend.
- Dick Tracy: Is the enemy of my enemy my friend, or the enemy of my friend my enemy?
- Pat Patton: What?
- Dick Tracy: Or enemy of my enemy my enemy?
- Pat Patton: What'd he say?
- Dick Tracy: The enemy of my enemy is my enemy.
- Sam Catchem: He said the enemy of his enemy is his enemy.
- Pat Patton: Oh.
- Dick Tracy: Hello, gentlemen. Where's Lips Manlis?
- Flattop: Who's Lips Manlis?
- Itchy: Yeah, who's Lips Manlis? We get to make one phone call. That's the law.
- Dick Tracy: Yeah?
- Itchy: Yeah. Gimme the phone.
- Dick Tracy: Here's the phone. Be my guest.
- [Itchy throws the phone - its line cord removed by Tracy already]
- Dick Tracy: Make a note, Pat. They waived their right to a phone call.
- Pat Patton: Right, Tracy.
- Flattop: Hey, coppa. Maybe you wanna look before you leap, huh? We got rights.
- Dick Tracy: Take the bad men away. They scare me.
- Dick Tracy: Hello, Big Boy. I've brought your garbage.
- Big Boy Caprice: Tracy.
- Dick Tracy: We meet again, huh? Where's Lips?
- Big Boy Caprice: This is a private club, coppa. You got a membership card?
- [last lines]
- Tess Trueheart: Well, what are you waitin' for? A nice, safe desk?
- Dick Tracy: Tess?
- [Tracy tosses her a wedding ring]
- Dick Tracy: You're one in a million.
- 'Kid': This is amazing, Tracy! What are you waitin' for? Come on, let's go! Come on, Metropolitan Bank! Come on, step on it! You know somethin', Tracy? I kind of like that dame.
- Big Boy Caprice: You know, Dick - You mind if I call you "Dick"? My associates here would very much like to see you have a little accident. But I tell 'em, "No. I'll take care of Tracy myself," I tell 'em. You know why? I want you on my side!
- [Itchy hands Big Boy a suitcase. Big Boy takes out of it a large wad of cash]
- Big Boy Caprice: And let me tell you what my side is. My side is a lifetime of action and adventure with no clock to punch. It's treating that gal of yours 100%. She should be treated like a princess. Protected like a baby.
- Dick Tracy: You gonna put *all* that money down there?
- Big Boy Caprice: Fifteen thousand clams.
- [Big Boy drops the money on the table. The Kid watches from the small window]
- Big Boy Caprice: It's a deal.
- [Big Boy pushes the money toward Tracy]
- Itchy: Fifteen thousand clams.
- [Tracy takes the money. The Kid gapes in disbelief, sad and disappointed to see his hero take the bribe. Itchy chuckles]
- Big Boy Caprice: Welcome to new waters, Dick! We're gonna run one hell of a ship with you aboard. There's a big world out there, and it's up for sale. All of it. All we gotta do is make sure that the people know I'm the one big enough to run it.
- Dick Tracy: [dryly] And that you are guilty of attempting to bribe an officer of the law.
- [Tracy throws all the money back in Big Boy's face. The Kid smiles, realizing Tracy never meant to take the bribe money. The thugs grab hold of Tracy]
- Itchy: Hey, hey!
- Flattop: Not so fast, coppa.
- Big Boy Caprice: [angrily] You dumb dick!
- Breathless Mahoney: Are you gonna make a move or do I have to do everything?
- Dick Tracy: I'm on duty.
- Breathless Mahoney: What's your day off?
- Dick Tracy: Sunday.
- Breathless Mahoney: It's a a big world. It must be Sunday somewhere. Seem hot to you?
- Dick Tracy: Hot?
- Breathless Mahoney: Why did you call me here?
- Dick Tracy: You know that car?
- Breathless Mahoney: What I'm looking for is a driver. Preferably one with some mileage.
- Dick Tracy: Yeah? I called you here 'cause I want to know if you're ready to testify.
- Breathless Mahoney: No? You're right, Tracy. Why would you get mixed up with me? I'm a cheap floozy to you. I'll be lucky if I get through the week alive. They probably followed me here. It isn't easy, Tracy. You want to throw me in jail? Go ahead.