Borrowed from: https://mash.fandom.com/wiki/Potterisms Horse hockey! Jumpin' jodhpurs Sufferin' saddle soap! That was the oyster's ice skates Buffalo chips! Pig feathers! Crock of beans! That is grade-A, 100% bull cookies! ...scuttlebutt is as common as cooties in your skivvies! If you aren't Klinger, who the Sam Hill are you? Radar, what is this cow flubdubbery? Road apples!! the most bellicose barrel full of Bull Durham pimple on a flea This unit is running as smoothly as a pig on stilts Mule fritters!! Cow cookies! This is group is limp as a noodle! Your wonton is wilted! Sweet Nefertiti! Sufferin' sheep dip! Well, zip-a-dee-doo-dah! How's things in the 4-O-double-natural? Sweet Limburger! Shiverin' shinbones! Who in the Sam Hill is that? I'd just as soon chuck the whole kit and caboodle. Well, if it isn't budget cuts, what in Sam Hill are you here for? Pigeon pellets! What in the name of Sweet Fanny Adams happened here? Now who in San Juan Hill is that? I feel like Snow White with a house full of sick dwarfs. What in the name of Sweet Fanny Adams is going on here? You bet your horse's hi-nee You bet your bazookas I'm worried. Now you get on that Teletype and keep after those Pentagon pantywaists till the cows come home. Mule muffins! Who gives a rat's hat? Hang on to your homburg, Winchester You come barreling into your C. O.'s bunkhouse, bellow at him like a berserk buffalo, aggravating his anger and his hangover, all because you want to bug out. How'd you like to be spending the rest of the war with a bull's-eye on your dome? This is no time for experimenting. That's a Commie Pineapple! That guy sounds like a banshee in a bear trap. First you skunk me in gin rummy, then you bust my eardrums with that Neapolitan coyote... Buffalo bagels! Mind your own beeswax. Who in the name of Annie's argyles are all these kids? Winchester, you've got a silo full of smug, but you sure know which end of a scalpel is up. Morale here is lower than a gopher's basement. That's like the warden asking Willie Sutton to lock up the hoosegow. Great balls of fire! Why does my company clerk's office look like Polly Adler's parlor? Jumpin' Jack Armstrong! Bushwa! But just include me out. Understandez vous? Holy hemostat!! This an A-1, four-alarm, red, white and blue alert! Pierce, are you deef? I'm giving your hijinks the heave-ho, post haste! What in the name of Marco Blessed Polo is going on here?! Oh, you're a peck of pips, all right! Where in the name of Carrie's corset is your tent? You look like a furry Claudette Colbert. Hot mustard! What in the Sam Hill? Beaver biscuits! Hot sausage! What in the name of George Armstrong Custer do you think you're doing? Major, your hands are shaking like a hula dancer with the hiccups. Great Caesar's salad, Klinger! not going to be worth a hill of limas What in Hannah's hell have you done now? What in Samuel Hill hit this place? Hot damn! Hot hush puppies! Great Mother Macree! I think I'm going to die! I suspect there's some 'cahootinizing' going on. A family-sized sack of Minnesota marbles Listen, it's too big a world to be in competition with everybody else. The only guy I have to get better than is who I am right now. And in your case, that's tough enough. That's more like it. Now you're fighting to stay alive, aren't you? The part of you that wants to stick around is stronger than the part that wants to end it all. Okay. Hang on to that. And I'm acting like one (like a commander), staying out of it 'til I'm needed. It's all in the timing, son. There's a time to step in and a time to back off. Pull the reins too tight and the horse'll buck. You had good people under you. You should've let 'em go through their paces. If you ain't where you are, you're no place. Just remember, there's a right way and a wrong way to do everything. And the wrong way is to keep trying to make everybody else do it the right way. You're like an unbroken colt, and all I can do is give you rein till you wear yourself out. I've long suspected that one sure way to get this ornery bunch off theirback pockets is to tell them that something can't be done. And without knowing I was doing it I found I was right.