M*A*S*H1972

Hawkeye:
[Charles stumbles in drunk] Ahh, rose-nose! Welcome to skid row. Twenty cents a night - DT's included.

B.J.:
Give him the binge rate. That's the third night he's come in this way.

Charles:
[looks at Hunnicut] Brice, [looks at Pierce] Honeycomb...

B.J.:
The rummy speaks!

Charles:
Ruined! By a little twirp surgeon!

Hawkeye:
Here we go again.

Charles:
My life is going up in smoke!

Hawkeye:
It will if you don't stop breathing on that stove!

Charles:
Brilliant career, shot to smitheroons! That Potter's fault. First he keeps me here until my talents [slur] apt.private... And then he sends little Bobby Shaftnor to come here and [slur] humilna-nilnaliate me! I'll get even with him. Some day, he'll be older than I am, and [slur] 'n-I'll show him up!