Transcription:Dick Tracy's a Dick

Pruneface, Flattop and Mumbles have Dick Tracy hiding behind a group of crates. Pruneface and Mumbles fire their guns.

Pruneface: Give it up, Tracy! You'll never take us alive!

All three fire again.

Dick Tracy: Wasn't planning on it, Pruneface!

Pruneface gets shot.

Dick Tracy: It's the final cut for you, Flattop!

Flattop gets shot.

Dick Tracy: F*ck you, Mumbles!

Mumbles gets shot.

Horsemouth: Wow, Dick! You really showed them!

Dick Tracy: Ha! I sure did, Horsemouth.

Big Ears: Uh, do you need a ride back to the station?

Dick Tracy: No thanks, Big Ears. I think I'll walk.

Cut to Man Boobs and Tracy at the precinct.

Man Boobs: You gotta take it easy with the nicknames, Tracy. Criminals are fine, but guys in the precinct are taking it personally!

Dick Tracy: You do things your way, Man Boobs. I'll do them mine.

Cut to Dick Tracy walking past a man and woman.

Dick Tracy: Hey, how's it going, Deep Throat?

Deep Throat: How does he know?

Woman: Uh...

Dick Tracy leans in and talks to the camera.

Dick Tracy: I was talking to you, buddy.

Tracy walks past a paper boy.

Prepubes: Paper, mister?

Dick Tracy: No thanks, Prepubes.

Prepubes: So that's the reason they call you "Dick."

Dick Tracy: Yeah...

Cut to Dick Tracy in a bathroom and takes off his fedora. It is revealed that his head is a dick.

Dick Tracy: That's the reason.

Sketch ends.