American Gods, Season 1

Laura:
I don't think you're ever going to get your coin back. Never ever ever. Not ever.

Mad Sweeney:
Not not ever. Meat's going to slide off you sooner or later, dead wife. Sooner if you keep soaking it in hot water. All that connective tissue holding you together. Well, that's gonna liquefy. You'll find yourself on a hot, humid summer day just cooking in that moist heat. And you're going to fall right off the bone. When you do, I'm going to reach up under those ribs, and I'm going to pluck that coin out of you like a berry.

[Mad Sweeney tackles Laura into the bathtub and tries to drown her. The police then bust in]

Police:
Freeze! Hands up!

Mad Sweeney:
She ain't dead! She ain't dead. See? [Laura lays motionless at the bottom of the tub] Oh, you're an asshole. [as the police handcuff him] You're a fucking asshole, dead wife!! You're a fucking asshole, dead wife!!! You're an asshole, dead wife!!!

[Laura smiles at the bottom of the tub]