(Paladin examines the man behind the desk.)
Paladin: This man isn't drunk. He's ill!
Paladin: Typhoid? Well, that'd account for the empty water barrels, but what about those three in the orderly room, now typhoid didn't take them out.
Hodges: Oh, would you believe it, out of a company of twelve, all but those three defected? You know, once Nature turns on Man, it ain't but a hop, skip, and a jump 'til Man turns on himself.