Breathless Mahoney: Aren’t you gonna frisk me?

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Big Boy Caprice: All right, that’s enough. I want this no-face character dead and I want Tracy dead. What’s the matter, you bums forgotten how to kill people? Have you no sense of pride in what you do? No sense of duty, no sense of destiny? I’m looking for generals; what have I got? Foot soldiers! I want Dick Tracy dead!

Big Boy Caprice: Wait a minute! Wait. Wait. I’m having a thought. Oh yes. Oh yes. I’m going to have a thought. It’s coming. It’s coming. …It’s gone.

Big Boy Caprice: Around me, if a woman don’t wear mink, she don’t wear nothin’.
Breathless Mahoney: Well, I look good both ways.

Big Boy Caprice: You get behind me, we all profit; you challenge me, we all go down! There was one Napoleon, one Washington, one me!

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.