Archer, Season 1

Cheryl:
I think that's hot, like somebody murdering me is so... intimate.

[Later, discussing her fetish]

Cheryl:
You seriously don't think that's hot?

Pam:
I seriously think you're scary.

Cheryl:
No no no no, like, a big, sweaty fireman carries you out of a burning building, lays you on the sidewalk and you think, "yeah, okay, he's gonna give me mouth-to-mouth", but instead he just starts choking the shit out of you, and the last sensation that you feel before you die is he is squeezing your throat so hard that a big, wet, blob of drool drips off his teeth and just, flurp, falls right onto your popped-out eyeball.

[Awkward pause]

Pam:
Jesus Christ!