Winchester: (after seeing the wine in Hawkeye's hand, he tastes the bottle) You have a '47 Margaux.
Hawkeye: No. I have a '47 DeSoto. I always buy American.
(Hawkeye attempts to take the bottle back, but Winchester swats his hand)
Winchester: No, no, this, you chimney sweep. This is an individual with a life all it's own. Little child -- born of the loins and suckled at the bosom of the Haut Medoc.
BJ:(to Hawkeye) Sounds like what went on in the back seat of your DeSoto.