M*A*S*H1972

Frank Burns:
[practicing reciting for upcoming film] "A group of brave men are at work in a make shift operating room struggling to save your sons and brothers while outside the dogs of war bark at the door of this sanctuary."

Trapper:
[Hawkeye barks like a dog] Down, boy, down, down! Roll over. Jump through that.

Frank Burns:
"These are the saints in surgical garb, dedicated surgeons, all volunteers. Every red-blooded American knows, if he is wounded, he will be in the strong, capable hands of a Yankee Doodle Doctor."

Hawkeye, Trapper:
A Yankee Doodle Doctor?! Stuck a feather in his nurse and called her macaroni.

Frank Burns:
You didn't like it?

Hawkeye:
Didn't like it? Let me count the ways.

Margaret:
That's hardly a constructive criticism.

Hawkeye:
Oh, you want a *constructive* criticism. You're right. How about, you stink! And so does this little movie show and Lieutenant Bricker.

Frank Burns:
Stinks?! Oh, you, you . . .

Hawkeye:
Who you calling a you-you?