M*A*S*H, Season 5

Radar:
The friendly old sun showed his friendly hot face over the mountains of purple majesty as though he was saluting "Good morning to all." Alas, alack, the peaceful quietness was detonated by a herd of chopper transportizing punctured personnel. But our gallant doctors, the miracle medical mortals are ever ready to treat the sick. The wounded were aided copiously by super-smart surgeons whose knowledge is superseded by nobody I know. Together or apart, they work as a team. Skilled hands with their fingers work dedicatedly to keep death away from its maximum.

Potter:
Radar what is this cow flubdubbery? All this "miracle medical mortals" hooey. What are you doing to my duty log?

Radar:
I was just adding a hint of self-expression.