Klinger: I just got a call. General Beswick is pretty steamed about his plate full of liver. He's got MPs sniffing everywhere. When they show up here, it'll be his cow and our hides.
Hawkeye: Well, we're not gonna give up without a fight. That's our beef.
BJ: We stole it fair and square.
Klinger: I respect your lack of integrity, but what are we gonna do?
BJ: We'll start the party a little early, that's all.
Klinger: That heifer's frozen solid. We'll never get it thawed before the MPs get here.
Winchester: Uh gentlemen, do my ears deceive me or have you purloined some sirloin?
Hawkeye: Not only sirloin, an entire side of beef.
Winchester: Uh, Hawk, Beej, Max, aren't we the four musketeers? Fighting, wenching, dining?
Hawkeye: Relax, Pathos, you're in! Klinger, get that beef over here and don't let anybody see you.
Klinger: Coming right up. One side of beef, hold the witnesses.