American Gods, Season 1

Mad Sweeney:
Your heart's not beating for this life anymore dead wife. This life is done.

Laura:
Only felt my heart beat one time since I died. When I kissed Shadow.

Mad Sweeney:
That doesn't obligate him to feel shit. You're so worried about being alive, but to him you're already dead. Wait, you kissed him?

Laura:
Yeah I just said I kissed him.

Mad Sweeney:
Put your tongue in his mouth?

Laura:
Just the tip.

Mad Sweeney:
Was it cold and dry?

Laura:
Probably.

Mad Sweeney:
Did it taste like cigarettes and vomit?

Laura:
I have been smoking. ...Perhaps I misjudged the kiss. Probably should've had some gum or a mint.

Mad Sweeney:
Yeah or a fucking tic-tac! If your man had any doubts about whether his wife was dead or not, that ended em. Death do us part. Take the fucking hint!

Laura:
What fucking hint?

Mad Sweeney:
He's gone! Your man came, he saw ya, tasted death on your tongue and he left. He ain't your man anymore. He's Wednesday's man. I saw him give it over. Right over there, right at that table over there. That's where he took his last glass of evil, vile fucking mead and made his bargain with the devil himself. Your piece of shit husband got a new life. Why don't you? This one got a new life. [motioning to Salim] He ain't looking back.

Salim:
I did. And I'm not.