(Klinger rushes into the pre-op looking hot and dehydrated and on the verge of collapsing.)
Klinger: Hey, Doc! Can you spare a salt pill?
Hawkeye: (disgusted) Oh, Klinger! Come on! Get off it, will ya?
Klinger: Not when I've come this far. I don't care if they send me back in an eyedropper as long as they send me back. Where do you keep the salt pills?
(Colonel Potter walks in.)
Potter: Somebody asking for salt pills?
(Klinger stands up straight.)
Klinger: Salt pills? Oh, uh, no, not for me, sir! Some of the other people are having problems with the heat. Weak constitutions, quitters, that sort of thing. I thought I'd spend my last day helping the others. As for myself, sir, I'm fresh as a daisy.
B. J.: But you smell like a garlic blossom.