M*A*S*H1972

Maj. Charles Emerson Winchester III:
Would you like some cognac?

Sgt. Luther Rizzo:
No thanks, I ain't hungry.

Maj. Charles Emerson Winchester III:
[clears throat] Ahem, Luther, I've brought you here to discuss an offer that you would be a fool - as it were, not to accept.

Sgt. Luther Rizzo:
Oh yeah?

Maj. Charles Emerson Winchester III:
I've given it alot of thought and have come to the conclusion that in exchange for cancelling my debt, I am prepared to part with this. [Unwraps a small blue vase]

Sgt. Luther Rizzo:
What do I want with a pitcher?

Maj. Charles Emerson Winchester III:
This "pitcher" is an incredibly valuable and treasured vase from the Celadon Dynasty.

Sgt. Luther Rizzo:
Oh... [leans forward] I don't care if it's from the new Sears catalog, Major. Just how stupid do you think I am?

Maj. Charles Emerson Winchester III:
An adjective fails me, but you see...

Sgt. Luther Rizzo:
No, all I see is, is that YOU are tryin' to get out of payin' ME the money you owe me, which is $50... [checks watch] No no, make that a hundred dollars. I don't want no hard luck stories. I don't want no dime-store spitoons. All I want is my money. I'll see YOU tomorrow. [Exits; Charles angrily throws the vase at the door, smashing it to pieces; Rizzo peers back inside] Oh gee, sir, now you ain't got a pot to spit in.