Hot Lips and Empty Arms
Margaret: I have nothing, Frank! Nothing!
Frank: Am I nothing, Margaret?
Margaret: You're government issue, Frank. You came with my messkit and my khaki girdle.
Frank: What? So much for Frank Burns!
Margaret: And after you're home, I'll only be a smile on your face your wife won't understand.

Margaret: I am not looking for a truce with these two shower-tent peekers.
Trapper: You peak into one tent and you're labeled for life.

Henry: That scotch you just poured is rye.
Margaret: [drunk] That's okay, the champagne I just had was gin.

Margaret: Oh, my goodness, it's an emergency. It's a good thing I'm a nurse.

Margaret: Corporal, I wonder if I can see Col. Blake.
Radar: I wonder if you can too.

Margaret: Where are the casualties, sir?
Henry: Now just hold your horses. They're not even here yet!
Margaret: Well then let's go get 'em, sir. I'll drive.

Henry: Major, dear, you're drunk.
Margaret: Oh I'm not so think as you drunk I am.

Margaret: They're mocking my Majority.
Hawkeye: Well, what do you know? We're Major mockers.

Margaret [receiving a needle]: Ow! What was that?
Hawkeye: Load of B1. To get you on your feet again.
Margaret: And I didn't get you anything.

Margaret: Did either of you ever kiss Frank?
Trapper: Not me. How about you?
Hawkeye: I was hoping maybe this New Year's Eve.
Margaret: I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but Frank Burns is a lipless wonder.