Burn Notice, Season 1

[Jan, choking and gasping, fumbles for an epi-pen, but Michael appears and plucks it out of his hand.}

Michael:
Neat, what's this? What's this? Oh, neat! How do you say that word? "An-a-phyl-ac-tic"? Anaphylactic, what's that?

Jan:
(gasping) Can't breathe...

Michael:
You can't breathe? Oh! Is this when your throat closes up from allergies, like from pollen? 'Cause that's what I get. Or maybe it's the crushed peanuts I sprinkled on your hot dog. (Jan's eyes widen) Yeah, I talked to the chef at the hotel. Seems you're allergic to peanuts. So now that you've shot me and I hold your life in my hands, I think it's time we talked.