Big Boy Caprice: Around me, if a girl don't wear mink, she don't wear nuttin'. 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!
(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.
Breathless Mahoney: Aren't you gonna frisk me?
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 light. Breathless Mahoney: I sweat a lot better in the dark.
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.
Breathless Mahoney: I know how you feel. You don't know if you want to hit me or kiss me. I get a lot of that.
Flattop: Hey copper, maybe you ought to look before you leap. We've got rights. Dick Tracy: Take the bad men away. They frighten me.
Dick Tracy: Tess, you're the greatest.
Big Boy Caprice: Dick, Dick, I want to... I want to... crush your little head! No! No! I didn't mean that! I'm sorry!
(Big Boy Caprice: Don't tell me about my boys messing up the Tracy rub-out. They were being tested, they flunked. Now they're just flunkies, like you! I don't care if Tracy puts one and one together, you're still working for me. You're on my side. You're not out! You're NOT out! Whey you are dead, then you are out! You are mine, I own you!
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! takes out a wad of cash) 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. It's a deal. Welcome to new waters, Dick! We're gonna run one hell of a ship with you aboard. There's a big world up there, and it's up for sale. All of it. All we gotta do is to make sure that the people know I'm the one big enough to run it. Dick Tracy: And that you are guilty of attempting to bribe an officer of the law. Big Boy Caprice: You dumb dick!
Big Boy Caprice: (after a former gangster ally's car explodes with him in it) Very upsetting.
(after a car exploded) Big Boy Caprice: Very upsetting.
Lips Manlis: (dropped on a hard wooden dock floor. A walnut shell falls and Lips looks up to see Big Boy) Big Boy Caprice: (teasing) Awww, you got your pretty tux dirtied. (now in obvious tone like why Lips is here) Oh and by the way (gives him paper and pen) Sign this. Lips Manlis: (takes them and looks going) The deed to the Club Ritz? Big Boy Caprice: And press down hard. Lips Manlis: (signs the paper and gives it to Bigboy) Big Boy Caprice: (takes it and then clicks the pen a couple of times) You're dirty Lips. You need a bath. Lips Manlis: (panics) No Big Boy! Not that! Not the bath!
(cement is pouring down on Lips whose in a crate) Lips Manlis: (muffled sobbing) No Big Boy, not the bath. Not the bath, Big Boy.
(Blank has Tracy and Big Boy cornered) Big Boy Caprice: Whoever you are, *I know* we can make a deal.
(after Pruneface tried rationing with Big Boy about why a plan failed) Big Boy Caprice: You're right. When you're right, you're right and you are right.
(after 88 Keys told Big Boy about the Blank) Breathless Mahoney: What was that all about? 88 Keys: Oh, my tax income. Big Boy Caprice: (seeing this gets upset) Hey! 88 Keys: (turns and bolts out of the room) Big Boy Caprice: Come here! Breathless Mahoney: (does scared) Big Boy Caprice: (slaps her face) That was very wrong of you! It was none of your business. (slaps her face again) You understand?
(Bigboy can't see where Tracey is in gear house) Big Boy Caprice: (panicking) Come on. I just - I just wanna see your face. (angry) I wanna see your face so I can smash it like a walnut shell. (panics) I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.
(after choir messed up and then complained it's 2am) Big Boy Caprice: I'm about ready to re-open this place and you're telling me its 2am. IT'S 2AM? (explodes smashing 88Keys fingers wedging them into the paino keys) 88 Keys: (cries out) Ow! Breathless Mahoney: That was very stupid to do to our #1 piano player. Big Boy Caprice: SHUT-UP! (the place goes dead silent and then 88 Keys starts playing again) Big Boy Caprice: (goes up to Breathless and smacks her in the face) I just told him if he messes up again, I'll turn his fingers into pretzels. I just might do the same to your pretty little face. 88 Keys: (seems to playing smoother) Big Boy Caprice: See? He's playing better already.
Big Boy Caprice: (after noting bug in ceiling) Big Boy Caprice: (with Lips very still murmurs silently) We're being bugged, we're being bugged. We're being bugged.
(repeated question) Dick Tracy: Mumbles, where's Lips Manlis?
Big Boy Caprice: Look what you did to your pretty tuxedo. Lips Manless: Big Boy, ain't we pals? Ain't we pals Big Boy? Big Boy Caprice: No pals in this business, Lips. You taught me that.
Big Boy Caprice: You're dirty, Lips. You need a bath. Lips Manlis: Not "the bath", Big Boy. Not "the bath"!
Lips Manlis: (muffled pleading as the cement covers him) Big Boy, not the Bath! Big Boy Caprice: I know and I'm gonna miss you but all's fair in love and business. Benjamin Franklin.
Itchy: Thirty seconds, no more Dick! Thirty seconds, no more Dick!
Pruneface: I'm taking this bum out of the headlines... I'm rubbing him out!
Dick Tracy: Is the enemy of my enemy my friend, or is the enemy of my friend my enemy? Pat Patton: Tracy, what'd you say? 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.
Mumbles: Uh, wait. W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-Wait. (Dick Tracy turns toward Mumbles who speaks clearly) 88 Keys, the piano man set you up. Big Boy paid him to keep you out of the way.