M*A*S*H1972

Hawkeye:
You know that little shot you gave me for the flu?

Margaret:
Yes.

Hawkeye:
Well it worked, I got it.

Margaret:
Are you sure?

Hawkeye:
I've got enough nausea to light up the city of Toledo, okay? First I'm hot, then I'm cold, and my knees are in business for themselves. My tongue has gone cashmere, and I'd like to find an all night latrine that takes servicemen. Now, have I got the flu or am I just in love?

Margaret:
Do you think you can operate?

Hawkeye:
I've got to. What am I going to tell the casualties? To stop bleeding until I feel better?

Hawkeye:
[Hawkeye takes out the thermometer]

Margaret:
I want to see if you have a fever.

Hawkeye:
Oh, trust me. I've got fever to burn.