Magnum, P.I.1980

[at the mansion, Tracy is treating Magnum's bruised face with cold compresses]

Tracy Spencer:
You know, I mean this in the very best sort of way, but have you ever considered taking a self-defense course?

Magnum:
They were women!

Tracy Spencer:
That's my point... poor thing.

[Tracy absently presses the compresses to her face. Higgins walks in]

Higgins:
Oh, good, Magnum, you're here because...

Higgins:
[to Tracy] Good lord, are you alright?

Tracy Spencer:
Oh no, I'm fine.

Magnum:
[angrily] Is SHE alright? Is she alright? Higgins, look at my body!

Higgins:
I'm not blind, Magnum. I can see that you look like bloody hell. Actually though, this is a minor beating compared to some you've taken. On a relative scale, it merely counts as a "dusting up". I remember doing my first tour of duty in India...

[as usual, Higgins launches into one of his boring stories, this time about his first trip to India]