M*A*S*H, season 3

War and whiskey don't mix! General Grant kept throwing up on his bugler.

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I predict an early end to this war, if it doesn't rain and we get all wet.

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General Steele: (inspecting Father Mulcahy) There are no atheists in foxholes! Father Mulcahy: I've heard that. General Steele: I'd like to see a shine on that cross, Father.

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General Steele: (inspecting Radar O'Reilly) The Irish were rotten Indian fighters! (relenting and patting Radar's shoulders) Noncoms . . . the backbone of the service! Where are you from, son? Radar: Iowa, sir— General Steele: NO TALKING IN THE RANKS!

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General Steele: (to Klinger) Not now, Marjorie. I'm inspecting the troops. General Steele: Men, we have a choice: we can fight or have LUNCH. Blake/Burns: LUNCH! General Steele: Okay, let's go.

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Look, you're doing something really decent in the middle of a giant indecency. Don't endanger nine men because one idiot wants to do his General Custer impression.

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