Hope, to Bo, as he's carefully trying to diffuse a spinning-ballerina-jewelry-box- encased bomb in the secret tunnel underneath the abandoned 1980s nightclub in which the human-and-feral-cat-hybrid formerly known as Lexie had been dwelling in her ski-masked, hissing glory:
Hope: Brady, listen to me, okay? I have faith in you. You can do this. And not to put any more pressure on you, but for the love of god, for the sake of our children, do it, DO IT FAST!
I mean, do you even need any context to find that amusing? It's unintentional soap comedy of the highest order.