Flattop Quotes in Dick Tracy (1990)

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!

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.

[after 88 Keys told Big Boy about the Blank]

Breathless Mahoney: What was that all about?

88 Keys: My income tax.

Big Boy Caprice: [seeing this, gets upset] Hey!

[88 Keys turns and bolts out of the room]

Big Boy Caprice: [to Breathless] Come here!

Flattop: You want me to follow him?

Big Boy Caprice: [to Flattop] Where? To the piano?

[to Breathless]

Big Boy Caprice: That was none of your business. Come here.

[pulls her into his lap and slaps her face]

Big Boy Caprice: *I'm* you're business.

[slaps her face again]