Hawkeye (after Charles takes a swig of the liquid in his hair restorer bottle): Charles, you're drinking your hair!
Charles
Don't be ridiculous. This is twelve-year-old Scotch. You don't think I'd keep it in the original bottle with you petty larcenists around, do you?
I've been drinking from his Scotch bottle!
That guy would turn in his own mother for passing along a recipe.
Charles
You don't like the fellow, do you?
No, I've never been too fond of a guy who would bring you a wounded prisoner and beg you to fix him up just so that he could take him out and shoot him.
Charles
That bad, hmmm?
I don't see anything here. I think I'll go sing Carmen in the latrine. The echo'll kill him.
It doesn't add up. The map, the evidence.
Charles
You, of all people, should know never to trust a North Korean.
Flagg, you'll pay for this, right through your twitchy nose!
HPHung Pak
I got a lot of big contacts at I-Corps. They'll fix your wagon!
I see it now! This is bigger than all of you! This is a major conspiracy, and I will get to the bottom of this, even if I have to go right to the top!
[Potter just un-gagged Charles after Hawkeye and BJ tied him up]
Charles
Colonel, I... [he gags, then starts again] I was raised in a gracious and civilized atmosphere. I was taught the Golden Rule, and with the exception of some few business dealings, I have learned to live by it. However, in this case, I want these vermin HUNG! I want them buried in anthills, their bodies smeared with honey!
Charles
I want them drawn and quartered, and I want the pieces arrested!
(The surgical threesome as they enter the Swamp)
So?...23 hours...It's not like we were in there all day.
Charles
I feel like Dorian Grey's picture. Does anyone mind if I relax to some Beethoven?
Yes! (simultaneous with B.J.)
Aww...not tonight! (simultaneous with Hawkeye)
Charles
Alrighty, since you insist (starts the record player)
(sarcastically) We-hell, at least he had the decency to ask.
My body is so tired it's suing me for running a sweatshop.
Why am I wide awake?!? I know, how 'bout a brisk walk?
Charles
On only one other occasion in my life did I even approach that level of inebriation.
Charles
It was the night after I graduated from Harvard Medical School, I distinctly remember trying to swim the Charles River in cap and gown, reasoning that since it was named after me, it was my river.
DDonna
Well of course. Did you get married then, too?
Charles
Nope. Got pneumonia!
Do you, Chuck Emerson Winchester III, take this lovely if gullible young woman as your un-lawful, un-wedded un-wife?
Charles
I undo.
And do you, Donna Marie Parker Winchester the Third, take this pickled amnesiac as your un-lawful, un-wedded, un-hubby?
DMDonna Marie
I undo, too.
Now with the power invested in me by the state of intoxication, I pronounce you man and woman. You may now ignore the bride.
(The patient is wiggling his toes, proving he's not paralyzed. Hawkeye, BJ, and Margaret jump for joy. A blood-drained Charles rests nearby)
WE DID IT! WE DID IT! Do you know what we DID?!
We made a man who's part George and part Harold!
Charles
And part Winchester.
That's right! When he wakes up, he won't know whether to be brave, generous, or pompous!
[Charles and Hawkeye are trying to secure the Justice Department's assistance through a disinterested Roger Prescott; Hawkeye is getting more irritated as Mr. Prescott keeps leaving the room]
If he tries to leave the room one more time, he's gonna be a diplomatic corpse.
Charles
Now, you see, Pierce? This is precisely the reason that I am needed here. Your pugnacious attitude will accomplish nothing.
Ooh, but it'll make me feel so good!
Charles
You're clearly out of your element here. This is a time for civility and graciousness; there is no room for rancor.
How about just one bolo punch?
Charles
Look. If you wish to accomplish our objective, you will leave this to me. I'm well-versed in the verbal art of thrust and parry, give and take.
Charles
Sit there, keep your mouth shut. I will orchestrate these proceedings to a successful-
[Prescott returns to his office]
[sarcastic] Delightful for you to drop in on us again.
Can you imagine, those cretins were actually going to seat the deputy chargé d'affaires next to a sumo wrestler!
[more sarcastic] Oh! How gauche!
Charles
[glancing at Hawkeye] Yes, these are trying times.
Charles
They take one's attention away from the important issues at hand. For example, the disposition of the unfortunate child we were discussing.
The one we want to send to the States. That child.
Yes. Well, the answer's no.
Charles
Pierce. Mr. Prescott, surely you will agree that this is a decision that should not be made in haste; there must be some discussion.
Actually, none whatsoever.
Look, Prescott, this "unattended juvenile" you're so blithely dismissing could conceivably be murdered in the name of racial purity. You got space on your application for that?!
Charles
Pierce, I'm handling this, remember?
There's nothing to handle. The Immigration and Naturalization Service, by statute, has strict quota restrictions. My hands are tied.
Charles
[elbows Hawkeye] Just a moment. There are always alternatives.
Charles
[trying to maintain composure] Mr. Prescott, I have friends of considerable influence.
Charles
Congressmen.
...you are wasting my time.
Charles
Senators.
Please believe me, this is departmental policy.
Charles
Cabinet members.
There can be no immigration under the circumstances you have set forth.
Charles
Captains of industry.
[Losing his temper, Charles slams his peaked cap on Prescott's desk and jumps to his feet]
Charles
There's nothing good about it, Mr. Prescott! We are discussing a little girl! A human being who is facing a life of misery! An issue infinitely more important than you and your stupid seating arrangements!
Charles
Shut up, Pierce! [Prescott's desk telephone buzzes; Charles snatches up the handset] Mr. Prescott is in conference; let them eat out! [hangs up]
Charles
You smarmy bureaucratic microbe; you're going to that dinner breathing through your FLY!
[Charles tries to attack Prescott, who flees while Hawkeye restrains Charles]
Run for your life, Prescott, it's a wild boar!
Charles
Well, how would you feel if your sister were marrying a swarthy dark-haired olive picker?
She did. And for your information, Major, so did my mother and my grandmother, not to mention the future Mrs. Max Klinger, whoever she is. (Klinger storms out of the office)
Charles
Did I say something to offend him?
Charles (Enters Colonel Potter's tent): Colonel it is imperative I get to Boston
Charles
Yes! Yes. Boston, Massachussettes.
Now just hang on to your homburg Winchester. You come barrelling into your CO's bunkhouse, bellow at him like a berserk buffalo aggravating his anger and his hangover all because you want to bug out. How would you like to spend the rest of the war with a bull's-eye on your dome?
(looking at Potter's painting)
Charles
That is either a horse or the RCA building.
It's a horse. I'm about to paint his back end; fortunately, I have a live-in model!
Charles
Aha! If only your talent matched your callousness!
Major go about your business.
Charles
I have no business.
Charles
I'm not sleepy!
Just listen to yourself yammer. That'll snap those eyelids shut in a flash.