Dick Tracy vs. Cueball
1946
Dick Tracy: Where have you been? Pat Patton: If I told you, you wouldn't believe me. Dick Tracy: Well, don't tell me. Pat Patton: I'll tell you anyway.
Pat Patton: I called Sparkle's house. Dick Tracy: Did you say who you were? Pat Patton: No! Do you think I'm that dumb? Dick Tracy: Well, we won't go into that.
Simon Little: Why you-you fool! You big, stupid, blundering fool! Harry 'Cueball' Lake: Shaddup! Simon Little: You killed him... you murdered Abbott! Why did you kill him? Why? Why? Harry 'Cueball' Lake: 'Cause he was gonna plug me. Okay. I got the diamonds - where's my dough? Simon Little: Keep the diamonds... go to the chair with them. I won't touch them. Harry 'Cueball' Lake: You rat!
(Tess objects to Junior reading about a gory murder in the newspaper) Dick Tracy: Tess is right, Junior. Say, how would you like a lifetime job showing Junior what to read? Tess: Why, Dick Tracy. Proposing so early in the morning? Junior Tracy: Why don't ya just marry him so he can stop proposin'?
(Tess observes four beautiful women leave Dick Tracy's office) Tess: I can see that police work might be *very* interesting. Dick Tracy: Now, Tess, those were policewomen. Vitamin Flintheart: Policewomen? Ha! A man is confronted with jeopardy from all sides.