M*A*S*H, Season 9

Charles (dictating his will into his tape recorder):
The morning air is crisp and still. In mere moments, I embark on a military mission which may mark my final hours on this planet. Therefore I leave you with these few parting thoughts. To my dear father, I grant you power of attorney, for the disposition of all my real estate. To my devoted mother, I bestow upon you my proxy with the single proviso that it never be used to vote for Cousin Alfred. To my gentle sister Honoria, I bequeath my butterfly collection. I know you probably don't want it, but Cousin Alfred does. Farewell Cape Cod, farewell Harvard Yard, farewell baked scrod.

(BJ and Hawkeye enter the tent applauding)

BJ:
Bravo, bravo.

Charles:
Anthropoid boors.

BJ:
What a touching farewell to Cod, Yard, and scrod.