M*A*S*H1972

Klinger:
["The Conference" is under way] Five clams.

Trapper:
I'm out.

Henry Blake:
I'm in.

Hawkeye:
I wonder what the chances are of my getting the fifth Jack? Oh well not to worry. [Calls]

Dr. Sidney Freedman:
Your five, and up five.

Klinger:
That's mean.

Dr. Sidney Freedman:
I'm gonna beat the pants off ya, lady.

Trapper:
Hey! Where'd we get the kosher salami?

Capt. Sam Pak:
I brought it! A little girl I knew at Berkley sent it. She's a yenta now.

Klinger:
All right, all right. Here we go. Down and dirty! [deals the next cards]

Dr. Sidney Freedman:
[groaning at his hand] Aiyeeeee!

Hawkeye:
What's your problem, poker face?

Dr. Sidney Freedman:
I'm "committing suicide."

Henry Blake:
Go out in turn, Sidney. Whoops, just found something... but i'll check.

Hawkeye:
Hey, I bought the fifth Jack... i'm out.

Klinger:
Dealer bets ten bucks! [tosses in the bet] Colonel?

Henry Blake:
[Radar enters behind him trying to get his attention, Blake is fondling his chips] Let's see here.

Dr. Sidney Freedman:
Fondling your chips is very infantile.

Henry Blake:
Not now, Sidney.

Radar:
But sir...

Henry Blake:
Not now, Radar.

Radar:
Yeah, but sir...

Henry Blake:
Radar, whatever it is, sign it, cancel it, or order five more!