(Margaret enters the nurses' tent)
Margaret: I hope that's not what I think it is.
Walsh: No, Major, it's fudge.
Margaret: Cooking in the tents is against regulations.
Preston: Yes, Major. Have some?
(Margaret walks over to the nurses and tastes the fudge)
Margaret: Oh, that's really bad.
Baker: How about a lousy cup of coffee?
Margaret: I'd love it.