Dick Tracy meets Arseface:
(Tracy sees Arseface crossing against the light)
TRACY: Hey! Get back on the curb–YE GODS!
ARSEFACE: Whuuuh? (“What?”)
(Tracy draws his gun.)
TRACY: GET YOUR HANDS UP!
ARSEFACE: Uuhkuhh! Uhkuhh! Juuhh! Uhh muuhhih, uhh muuhhih! (“Okay! Okay! Jesus! I’m moving, I’m moving!”)
(Tracy shoots Arseface several times, then commandeers a car and runs over him a couple of times to make sure.)
LOCAL COP: What the hell did you do THAT for? He’s perfectly harmless! Works at the sewage-treatment plant!
TRACY: With a face like that, I just figured he was a bank robber or a jewel thief or had built a giant criminal robot or something.
ARSEFACE: *Gurgle* Uhh… wuhh… juhh cruhhuhh… thuh stuhh… (“I was just crossing the street…”)