M*A*S*H1972

Margaret:
Colonel, I just wanted you to know that I was preparing my final report before I go, which I haven't done yet.

[she walks up to Henry's liquor cabinet and finds it locked]

Margaret:
Uh, how do you get into this thing?

Henry Blake:
Is there something you want?

Margaret:
I thought a little farewell drink - Major, Colonel.

Henry Blake:
Looks like you've already been dipping your bill. You sure you won't reconsider, major?

Margaret:
No, I've thought it over, and I definitely would like another drink.

Henry Blake:
Okay. Scotch and water okay?

Margaret:
That's fine. Oh, you can skip the water.

Henry Blake:
Oo-kay.

Margaret:
[mimicking Henry] Oo-kay.

Henry Blake:
[pouring drinks] You know, Major, you're making a mistake. This outfit may be a bit of a booby hatch, but, uh, we do awful good work together.

Margaret:
Yeah, I can't fight you there.

Henry Blake:
Cheers.

[they toast and drink]

Margaret:
I need army discipline. I need a sense of order. Can't you understand that, Colonel?

Henry Blake:
Why don't you call me Henry, for Pete's sake?

Margaret:
That's really swell of you, Pete.

Henry Blake:
[sitting down] Excuse me.

Margaret:
Do you know that you look just like my father before he died?

Henry Blake:
Oh, uh, a lot of people have said that.

Margaret:
[pouring another drink] It's funny how you only get to know people after they're gone. I feel real close to you right now.

Henry Blake:
Yeah, sure. Uh, that, uh, scotch you just poured is rye.

Margaret:
That's okay. The champagne I just had was gin.