Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

|, uh, let him write a letter to his mother,
I mean the still is dry, you knucklehead!
— Take the captain‘s bags to the visiting officers‘ tent. — Yes, sir.
— What‘s up? — A mission you just volunteered for.
It‘s Major Houlihan, sir. She keeps looking over here,
Hawkeye, could I have a word with you?
Yeah. Us against them.
How about this?
Thankyou.
Let me take him to Tokyo for some R&R before he cracks up any further!
and then set both your arms and legs in plaster...
— Ma‘am. -Sir?
— Margaret! — It is not me!
- Were you just in surgery? - ## [ Continues Humming ]
Whatever the situation, it keeps me right on course.
Oh, the bellhops are here. This is a nice room.
Well, maybe it‘s because I‘m in love...
[5/urping]
Oh, I trust you. Why wouldn‘tl trust you?
You should have enough martinis stored in your hump to last you seven days!
— Well, I wasn‘t here last night! — That‘s no excuse!
You know I was only putting you on about Frank Burns.
Colonel, I‘m taking him with me to Tokyo tomorrow.
— Night. —Good night, sir.
that Pierce isjust pulling a fast one.
|thinkthey‘re waiting fora tip.
/t was that little guy with the soup! It’s all a frame—up!