M*A*S*H1972

Col. Potter:
[their bus has broken down in the middle of nowhere] At least if it was a horse, we could shoot it.

Frank Burns:
Fine leadership.

B.J.:
What would you do?

Frank Burns:
If this unit were still under my command, you'd soon find out.

B.J.:
I spent a week with you in command, Frank. You lost me when you rigged the toilet seats to rise to attention.

Frank Burns:
Only for inspection.