All right. All right, that’s enough! I want ’em dead, both of ’em. I want this no-face dead and I want Tracy dead. What’s the matter, you bums forgot how to kill people? Doesn’t your work mean anything to you anymore? Have you no sense of pride in what you do? No sense of duty, no sense of destiny? I’m looking for generals; what do I got? Foot soldiers! I want Dick Tracy dead!
Dick Tracy, Alphonse “Big Boy” Caprice