But that's how we got him to confess that Breathless killed Fletcher.
- He was her piano player. - Not bad.
Thanks. Mm-hmm. You know, you're probably much too smart to need this...
but I think I'm gonna give it to you, anyway.
Gee!
Tracy! This-- Hey, it can-- W--
- Wow! - It tastes different, Mike. What'd you do, wash the bowl?
Ah, don't listen to him, Mike. It's just grand.
Except for the guy she goes out with, this lady's got real taste.
- Tess? - What?
I've been thinking.
- What about? - Well, you livin' alone and--
Well, I like living alone.
- Uh-huh. - We have that in common, I guess.
- Uh-huh. Uh-huh. - Well, don't we?
Well, I just think when two people have so much in common...
they oughta do somethin' about it.
- Would-- - Uh-oh.
Shut up, kid. And--
Uh...
don't--
Yes?
Uh--
Don't you think we'd be happier if we just--
What?
- What do you think? - Dick Tracy, are you asking me to--
Calling Dick Tracy. Pat Patton to Dick Tracy.
Robbery in progress, Tracy, Metropolitan Bank.
Hot diggity dog! Come on! Let's go!
Come on, Tracy! Let's go! Come on!
- Come on, Tracy! - Well, what are you waiting for?
A nice safe desk?
Tess.
You're one in a million.
This is amazing, Tracy! What are you waitin' for?
Come on. Let's go!
Come on. Metropolitan Bank. Come on. Step on it!
You know something, Tracy? I kinda like that dame.
Once upon a time I had plenty of nothin'
Which was fine with me because I had rhythm, music, love
The sun, the stars and the moon above
Had the clear blue sky and the deep blue sea
That was when the best things in life were free
Then time went by and now I get plenty of plenty
Which is fine with me 'cause I still got love
I still got rhythm, but look at what I got to go with 'em
Who could ask for anything more I hear you query
Who could ask for anything more Well, let me tell you
Dearie
Got my diamonds
Got my yacht
Got a guy I adore
I'm so happy with what I got
I want more
Count your blessings
One, two, three
I just hate keeping score
Any number is fine with me
As long as it's more
I'm no mathematician
All I know is addition
I find counting a bore
Keep the number mounting Your accountant does the counting
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I got rhythm
Music too
Just as much as before
Got my guy and my sky of blue
Now, however, I own the view
More is better than nothing, true
But nothing's better than more, more, more
- Nothing's better than more - More
One is fun Why not two
And if you like two you might as well have four
And if you like four why not a few
Why not a slew more
If you got a little why not a lot
Add a bit and it'll get to be an oodle
Every jot and tittle adds to the pot
Soon you've got the kit as well as the caboodle
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Never say when Never stop at plenty
If it's gonna rain, let it pour
Happy with ten Happier with twenty
If you like a penny wouldn't you like many much more
Or does that sound too greedy
That's not greed, no, indeedy
That's just stocking the store
Gotta fill your cupboard Remember Mother Hubbard
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Each possession you possess
Helps your spirits to soar
That's what's soothing about excess
Something's better than nothing, yes
But nothing's better than more, more, more
Except all, all, all
Except once
You have it all
Have it all
You may find all else above
Else above
That though things
Are bliss
There's one thing you miss
And
That's
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