M*A*S*H1972

Col. Sherman T. Potter:
I guess we both realize you're no Radar.

Cpl.:
So they tell me, sir.

Col. Sherman T. Potter:
But, by the same token, Radar is no Klinger.

Cpl.:
I don't follow you, sir.

Col. Sherman T. Potter:
Folks around here were pretty fond of Henry Blake when he ran this fort, weren't they?

Cpl.:
Well, sure, the Colonel was a top notch kind of a guy!

Col. Sherman T. Potter:
I don't mind telling you my first few days in his shadow were a mite uneasy. No one was jumping for joy over me. I was no Henry Blake. Never tried to be. That didn't make me any better or worse, just different. The point is, the folks here gave me the time to get comfortable and make this job Sherman Potter's. I guess I forgot that when you took over for Radar. What I'm trying to say is, you need the time to make this job Max Klinger's. So, just do it! And if you need any help, just knock on my door. Is that clear?

Cpl.:
Crystal, sir.

Col. Sherman T. Potter:
From now on, Radar's office is closed, Klinger's office is open.