Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And do you know what I would prescribe?

and it‘s gonna take ‘em at least a week to regroup.

[ Ha wke ye ] Give me a sponge without a stick.

That‘s exactly the point. He‘s not himself.

And how when you came to, you thought—— you thought you had four broken limbs.

— It‘s Friday. — Somebody owes us a Thursday.

[ Man] Attention, all personnel.

I‘m not that kind ofa boy.

but I think it may have been too much for him...

|don‘t think| needed that.

— Doctor—— — Nurse.

— Right. — Wrong.

## [ Continues Humming ]

Good—bye, Margaret.

— Frank Burns. — Major Burns?

We||,you canjust tell your psy—chi—atrist that I‘m not gonna be here.

Poor, sick Hawkeye?

| always try to operate at the same table he does.

I think Frank should havea clear choice.

Listen, we‘re both professional men.

Listen, maybe I‘ve been unfair.

—[Clicks] — Uh, there‘s no light.

Thankyou. That‘s very kind ofyou.

Frank, you‘rejealous.

And don‘t stop the meter.