So like you, Hunnicutt. Not a patriotic bone in your body. Who are you shushing?!? What are you doing out here in your stockinged feet?!? You been at the still again, right?!? And from here in Ouijongbou, the sadistic sounds of Doc Winchester and his all-moose orchestra, who ask the musical question, why us!? I'm gonna do something about this--I'm going to Henry.
Those are mine you hermaphroditic weasel! Either of you seen Radar? Yes. I was. Later, I was Scoutmaster. Due to conditions beyond our control, we regret to announce that lunch is now being served.
An "un-person"? Now I'm an un-person. Do you know that right now back in Maine my father, not realizing I'm undead, is at this moment mourning his "un-son." Frank Burns eats worms. Klinger, come with me. I had to give a girl the brush-off! My orders are to do whatever it takes to break up this penicillin ring, and I have written permission to die in the attempt! How would you like a swift kiss in the mouth?
Halt! What's the password. Isn't it obvious? Uh... Oh he'd love it once we got him tied to the chair. Does the book allow us any ground, Captain? If not, then I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you all to take a step up! What?
The morning air is crisp and still. In mere moments, I embark on a military mission which may mark my final hours on this planet. Therefore I leave you with these few parting thoughts. To my dear father, I grant you power of attorney, for the disposition Here; read this. It's been getting harder and harder to sell this war to the folks back home. Yeah! My jeep had a nervous breakdown. Wait a minute, have you got a reservation?