Dick Tracy (1990)
Madonna: Breathless Mahoney
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Quotes
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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.
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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.
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[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.
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Big Boy Caprice : Around me, if a woman don't wear mink, she don't wear nuttin'.
Breathless Mahoney : Well, I look good both ways.
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Breathless Mahoney : Aren't you gonna frisk me?
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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.
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[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]
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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.
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[after a horrible rehearsal, 88 Keys and the singers complain that it's 2 am]
Big Boy Caprice : It's 2 a.m.? I'm about to turn this *dump* into the best place of a new era in entertainment, you're telling me it's 2 a.m.?
[smashes 88 Keys' fingers on the piano keys]
Big Boy Caprice : [yelling] Play the piano!
Breathless Mahoney : Hey! That was a silly thing to do. He's the best piano player in town.
Big Boy Caprice : Shut up! Come here.
[88 Keys starts playing again]
Big Boy Caprice : Next time, I take his fingers and I turn them into pretzels. I just might do the same thing to your face.
[slaps her]
Big Boy Caprice : [88 Keys seems to play smoother]
Big Boy Caprice : See? He's playing better already.