Daffy Dames, can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em. This is perhaps a less significant notion to most people than the more general conclusion about dames, but in my position, a pretty darn important one.
See, there are only so many murders a year in Spring Falls Idaho, and not everyone comes to me to get them solved, so a lot of my income comes in frizzy-haired-tear-streaked-makeup packages. Personally the religious nuts are the most fun, and pay the best. I bet half the “Prominent members” of Spring Falls have a guilt-steeped religious-fed paranoid streak a mile wide.

"Right, So what precisely did Jesus say about me?" 

"He said ‘Well senorita, if you think the senor died not by god's hand, you better talk to that Detective by the Dry Cleaner's. Also, I will finish mowing the lawn tomorrow.’â€? she said, voice tinged with worry.

“Wait a sec lady, Jesus mows your lawn?â€? I said with a raised eyebrow.

“He ought to; he is after all, my gardner….â€?