M*A*S*H1972

Trapper:
It's a little chilly out there, how bout a drink?

Hawkeye:
If you need a reason to drink, you shouldn't.

Trapper:
A double or a triple?

Hawkeye:
How about the first quintuple martini in medical history? How about you Frank, one for the road?

Frank Burns:
I make it a point never to drink with strangers and as of right now, I don't know either one of you.

Hawkeye:
It's chilly in here too. Make Frank a Shirley Temple and put it on my tab.

Frank Burns:
You're nothing but common drunks.

Hawkeye:
That is a rumor started by people I've fallen over.

Frank Burns:
Laugh now, but when this war is over, I'll go back to my Country Club and my 30 foot yacht, and you two will be ship's doctors on a garbage scow somewhere.

Hawkeye:
The typical love/hate complex. Freud said it best when he said, "Never ask for light chocolates."

Frank Burns:
You're both a disgrace to the medical profession, let alone the United States Army.

Trapper:
He's beginning to soften.