(both drunk, under fire, in a foxhole))
Potter: I said, fire that weapon!
Hawkeye: All right. (to the gun) You're fired. (to Potter) I did it as gently as I could.
Potter: That was an order, Pierce.
Hawkeye: (snapping his fingers) Oh, waiter, would you take this man's order, please?
Potter: (gently) Fire the gun, Hawkeye.
Hawkeye: Look, Colonel, I will treat their wounds, heal their wounds, bind their wounds, but I will not inflict their wounds!
Potter: You can't just sit there.
Hawkeye: I may be sitting on the outside, but I'm running on the inside.
Potter: You love life that little?
Hawkeye: I hate guns that much!
Potter: For God's sake, man--defend yourself! Don't think of it as a gun, think of it as a great little noisemaker--the loudest cap pistol in Korea! Shoot it and scare the living hell out of them!
Hawkeye: Well, that--that I can do.