Oh, according to the Geneva Convention, each prisoner is entitled to this package. You have a razor, toothpaste, soap, six aspirin, a wash cloth, and four Oreo cookies. No, it's "Your uncle has gas from eating cabbage." Some patients insist on dying, Hawk. You knew that going in. But you had to be a doctor. My last hand was more like a foot. Uh, no. Football knee.
I'm afraid it's an occupational hazard. That's what I'm counting on. Sure. You just take some bananas, some rum and some cream, and you mix it all in a blender. I can't feel it. Oh God, I'm gonna die. I'm listening to you spell "doing", sir. I'd rather give you one!
Oak, sir? That's one way out this man's army. I'm working on a bomb! Wouldn't you like to know! What; what'd I miss? Ah, you were sleepwalking sir. I didn't want to wake you. I thought it might be dangerous.
The man graduated 312th out of 320 and he says he's gonna do his best. Now let's try to stay on the ground, Pierce! Ooh, that's serious! You know, I never got the chance to tell you how much Margaret means to us. We couldn't run this place without her.
Major. She's right, and--nah, doesn't mean a thing. There's nothing wrong with Klinger. I mean, he goes out with girls. No, just through the hole in it.