M*A*S*H1972

Col. Potter:
What are you beating your gums about, Major?

Frank Burns:
Well, Colonel, I don't think you appreciate the true nature of our situation, um, gravity-wise speaking.

Col. Potter:
Unless I'm mistaken, we're lost, we can't move, we have no food or water, no blankets, no communications, night is falling, we may be right now in enemy territory. An enemy that would think nothing of giving us bamboo manicures up to our knuckles. Followed by boiling egg drop colonics. Does that sound like the proper appreciation, Major?

Frank Burns:
Pretty much, sir.