M*A*S*H: Goodbye, Farewell and Amen

Hawkeye:
Look, I know how tough it is for you to say goodbye, so I'LL say it. Maybe you're right, maybe we WILL see each other again, but just in case we don't, I want you to know how much you've meant to me. I'll never be able to shake you; whenever I see a big pair of feet or a cheesy mustache, I'll think of you.

B.J.:
Whenever I smell month-old socks, I'll think of YOU.

Hawkeye:
Or the next time somebody nails my shoe to the floor...

B.J.:
...or when somebody gives me a martini that tastes like lighter fluid.

Hawkeye:
I'll miss you.

B.J.:
I'll miss YOU. A lot. I can't imagine what this place would've been like if I hadn't found you here!

Sergeant Maxwell Q. Klinger:
Good luck Major. If I'm ever in Bean Town I'll look you up.

Maj. Winchester:
Yes, um, unfortunatly I'll be out of town then.

Sergeant Luther Rizzo:
I hope you don't mind leaving in a garbage truck Major, but it's the last vehicle I got.

Maj. Winchester:
Not at all, what better way to leave a garbage dump?

Col. Potter:
Well, I can't call what we went through fun. But I'm sure glad we went through it together.

Col. Potter:
You two always gave me a laugh when I needed it most. Like the time you pulled down Winchester's drawers in the OR. Of course, I had to pretend I was mad at you, but inside I was laughing to beat all hell.

Col. Potter:
Well, Francis, you've been a godsend.

Father Mulcahy:
Look on the bright side: When they tell us to serve our time in Purgatory, we can say, "No thanks, I've done mine."

Hawkeye:
I can't say I've loved you all, either... but I've loved as many of you as I could!

Maj. Winchester:
Surely you can find me a more suitable mode of transportation.

Sergeant Luther Rizzo:
I don't know Major. We ain't got many MODES left.

Hawkeye:
Colonel there's something we want to give you.

B.J.:
It's not much, but it comes from from both our hearts.

Col. Potter:
Don't you think a portable radio would be more convenient?

B.J.:
Don't look at me. I only get three hundred a month.

Col. Potter:
Winchester, I think there's definitely a medal for capturing five Chinese in your bathrobe.