The West Wing, Season Seven

C.J.:
Men are like salmon. Swimming upstream, hosing down the riverbed with their indiscriminate seed...

Danny:
Indiscriminate seed?

C.J.:
Until...

Danny:
Did you just say "indiscriminate seed"?

C.J.:
Until they die, bloated and spent, belly-up in the sun.

Danny:
Oh, quit sweet-talkin' me, baby.

C.J.:
Unless they get taken out with a bear paw in the waterfall, as they deserve to be.