- Samson: Three days ago, I stepped in some gum, and it started me asking questions. So I punched some people in their fat faces. I threatened various kneecaps with blunt objects. On several times I brandished my revolver. I spent the pathetic amount of mattress money I had on bribes and payoffs. I did these things because I wanted information. And I got my information. And I was certain this would all lead me to a body. But the only body I found was the one I started out with. A girl named Dorothy Mahler.
- Samson: I can handle candor.
- Dorothy Mahler: Is that what that was?
- Samson: Might have been bitchiness.
- Dorothy Mahler: Let's split it down the middle and call it sass.
- Jill: Who was that old cop friend of yours? Used to say you had the Crimson Touch? Everything you touch ends up covered in blood, one way or another.
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