Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ooh! Frank, for a doctor, that‘s a very serious diagnosis.

— Radar? — Ten—hut!

Lieutenant, I‘ve always admired your analytical mind.

— You called Ge—— —I called General Barker.

— |fyou wouldjust sign right here? — Come on, Major.

However, in so doing, he has exposed himself.

It‘s Tuesday. It‘s 1951. What more do you have to know?

because I share my affections among the ladies.

then we can let things get back to abnormal around here.

Remember the old adage: “Methinks he doth protest too much.”

Look, Ho—jon, ifit’ll help at all,

Well, what do I have to do?

— Open it! — Oh, Henry, don‘t be ridiculous.

— Okay, let‘s knock it off. — Let me know when you all come to your senses.

Tough, ambitious, yet greasy Major Houlihan.

— Where are they? — On the night table, where I always keep them.

See what happens when youjump to conclusions?

— Why didn‘t youjust come and ask us? —Yeah.

— You know, I‘ve never hit a woman. — You put one hand on her——

— Looking for me, Hawkeye? — Not really.

Three hundred and almost ten dollars.

— It‘s getting late. |mightjust stay for 50. — Frank, my brushes?