Henry: Half hour later, there I am, Dr. Henry Blake, walking down the Ginza holding hands with that beautiful kid, capillaries wide open wanting to yell 'I'm in love' to everybody in sight.
Hawkeye: (picking up a picture of Henry's wife and kids) Secure in the knowledge that very few Japanese correspond with your wife.
Trapper: Oops. You said the magic word.
Hawkeye: (as Groucho Marx) It's an ordinary word. Something found around the house every day.