Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You‘re making it impossible for me to concentrate on my poker.

Major Houlihan, Burns.

—;;[ Fanfare] — [Cheering]

Frank? “Failure to salute a superior ofﬁcer.”

You answer every question, call every shot.

— Where do | sign ? — Sir, I‘d read that very carefully.

There‘s a badly wounded patient who‘s been waiting to be operated on since 1:30.

Bet it doesn‘t.

— Drain it! — Resect it! — Thanks, Hawkeye.

— You took three? — Right.

We‘ll split the fee, right?

— I‘ve seen bigger pots. — Keep away from the mirror.

Give me some suction here.

‘Cause ifwe are, I can arrange to get shipped back to the States.

— See ? — Forget it.

So am |. Let‘s over—sew the lung.

.L‘ [ “Pomp And Circumstance ” ]

— We‘re so glad you‘re here, sir. — So glad.

|wasn‘t listening to the ﬁrst ofit.

— Why don‘t you sell me to the Red Sox? — I‘d love to.

[ Record Scratches ]

Still trying to get out on a psycho, eh, Klinger?

Then I‘ll just have to keep trying, Mary.

I‘m going to meet his ﬁve dollars and raise two more.

I‘m happy to say it‘s worse, sir.

Quiet, please, everybody. [Clears Throat]

We‘ll just wait until we hear what Colonel Blake has to say about it all.

I tried sleeping in my uniform, Frank, but my medals keep stabbing me.

— What are we playing? — Threes and nines are wild.

— [Chattering] —Attention. Attention, all personnel.

— [flattering] — trash can.

A small joke. Almost stillborn