M*A*S*H1972

Radar:
You walked out on a patient, and Major Winchester had to finish for you.

Hawkeye:
So? I'd have done the same for him if he were sick.

Radar:
Well a lot of people don't look at it like you were sick, Hawkeye. A lot of people look up to you here. They admire you and they kinda feel they want to be like you. And... Gee, when you walk out on an operation, you make them feel like you've let them down. If they can't depend on you, well, they figure, well, maybe there's no point in depending on anything.

Hawkeye:
Look you can't lay all that on my shoulders. Don't you know how much this place stinks? Don't you know what it's like to stand day after day in blood? The blood of children.

[slams down a pillow]

Hawkeye:
I hate this place. And if I can't stand up to it to your satisfaction, then the hell with it.

[stands up; turns around]

Hawkeye:
How *dare* you! The hell with your Iowa naivete and the hell with your hero worship and your teddy bear and while you're at it, the hell with *you*. Why don't you grow up, for crying out loud? I'm not here for you to admire. I'm here to pull bodies out of a sausage grinder. If possible, without going crazy. Period.

[Radar stifles crying]

Hawkeye:
Come on, cut it out. Stop it, will you? You *ninny*!

[exits]