Detective Cal Tulip rises after retrieving the lit cigarette only to find that its owner, Daisy Jacobs, isn't too happy to see the Calvinist flatfoot snooping around.
Spare yourself the murder rap. Can't you see I am killing myself?
Why is it whenever we talk about the doctrine of total depravity, you have to pull out a gun?
Elsa, this wasn't what you were supposed to do when I said, "We all deserve to go to hell."
"It was meant to be..."
The dame was tryin' to make a point but I couldn't bring myself to say there will be a rapture.