Gen. Barker: What are you doing?
Radar: Doing, sir?
Barker: D-O-I-N-G. Doing. What are you doing?
Radar: Uh, listening to you spell doing sir.
Barker: Doesn't Col. Blake mind you drinking his whiskey and smoking his cigars?
Radar: Oh, very much so, sir.
Barker: Then why are you doing it?
Radar: Well, I don't mind, and I figured as long as one of us was being reasonable.
Radar: Sir, I was just crossing the compound when...
Frank Burns: I have no interest in the compound.
Klinger: He has no compound-interest.
Frank Burns: The men hate me, don't they?
Radar: Just your guts, sir.
Henry Blake: Will you stop saying what I'm thinking?
Radar: One of us has to.
Radar: Sir, there's someone waiting to see you.
Henry Blake: I was born with someone waiting to see me.
Frank: What kind of a jackass do you think I am?
Radar: Oh, you'd know that better than me, sir.
BJ: Radar, old buddy, looking at you is like looking at money in the bank
Radar: All the other tents, they just say 'hello'
BJ: Would you like to join us?
Radar: What are you playing?
Hawkeye: Double Kranko
Radar: Yeah.
Hawkeye: Uh, bishops are worth three jacks...
Radar: Right...
Hawkeye: Checkers are wild...
Radar: Uh-huh
Hawkeye: And...you have to be twenty-one or older to open
BJ: Care to sit in for a hand?
Hawkeye: You'll get out by dawn.
Radar: Ah, no, thank you, sirs. Whenever I lose, I like to know why.
Henry Blake: Do we have enough sherry and ginger-ale for the General?
Radar: Oh, nobody does, sir.
Henry Blake: Oh, fine then, if nobody does we don't have to, but make sure we do, just in case we don't.
