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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