Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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