M*A*S*H Season 7 Episode 2

Hawkeye: This damn war, we're helpless here, we just gotta sit here and take it. This has gotta stop. This has gotta stop right now. Today. This minute. (Leaps into jeep)
Margaret: What are you doing, where are you going?
Hawkeye: I'm going to Panmunjon.
Margaret: What?
Hawkeye: I'm going to the peace talks.
Margaret: The peace talks! Why?
Hawkeye: To stop the war!

Charles: Must you always spout Scripture?
Mulcahy: Well, I'm afraid it's an occupational hazard.

Potter: Major, I'll grant you his going up to the peace talks wasn't the brightest thing to do, but it had some damn good results back here. All of these people have been in this thing for a long, long time. Doing the kind of work they do, day after day, with no end in sight, it has to get to them. What Pierce did today, was let a few people know: We're tired. And we want to go home.

Winchester: Pierce, I've never said this about anyone other than myself: you are a great human being.
Hawkeye: Careful, Charles. You'll hate yourself in the morning.
Winchester: Oh, I do now.

Major Goss: (points at Hawkeye) The General wants you to know--for the record--that if he catches you within 20 miles of Panmunjom, he will, and I quote, toss you in the stockade and throw away the key. Now off the record, he wishes he were a crazy doctor like you so he could get away with what you did. One more thing. The General wants from you a diet he can follow. The pressure's killing him.
Hawkeye: I prescribe a quick end to the war!
Colonel Potter: Pierce.
Hawkeye: Alright, I'll have something for you before you leave. Major Goss: O.K. In the meantime, it looks like you're having a little party.
B.J.: Want to join us?
Major Goss: I don't know. Do you think I fit in? (Removes his helmet to show red hair, everybody else is dyed in red)

Hawkeye: (held upside down about to have his hair dyed red) I'll look like a tall Irish setter!
B.J.: Any last words?
Hawkeye: We who are about to dye salute you!

Radar: What are you laughing at ? This is supposed to cheer you up!

B.J.: What's red? It's not red, it's anti-green!

Hawkeye: Margaret, you know the regulations. What are you doing out here with clean clothes and no beard?
Margaret: Enjoying the most beautiful morning I've seen in weeks !
B.J.: Where?

Man on P.A.: Attention, all personnel. This is absolutely the final call for morning formation. Those survivors of last night's three-day party, who have not already fallen...please fall in.