The X-Files, Season 6

[Frohike hears Scully's laugh, and leaves his slot machine to see her surrounded by a huge group of men.]

Frohike:
Scully?

Scully:
Aw, hey. Long time, no see. (a man whispers something into her ear) No, that's not nice. I like Hickey. (she rubs his head, messing up his hair. Agent Morris Fletcher [from Dreamland I/II] holds out a pack of cigarettes to her)

Morris:
Cigarette? (she leans in and takes out a cigarette with her lips seductively)

Frohike:
You don't smoke.

Scully:
But who's got a match? (a dozen lighters are in front of her instantly) Well ... I just can't decide who lights my fire.

Frohike:
That's it. (grabs cigarette from Scully's mouth) Alright, you dandies, back off. This is Special Agent Dana Scully of the FBI. If you so much as touch her, you may be committing a federal offense. (to Scully) Come on, come on. (he pulls her away)

Morris:
We could have been stardust.

Scully:
Maybe next time. (she slaps his ass as Frohike drags her off)