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I'm a bit of a fan of dirty martinis.
(Trapper has just opened a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer) Hawkeye: I see you are a beer drinker, sir. Would you care for a martini? Trapper: A martini? Yeah, I'd love a martini. Hawkeye: Ho-Jon, get the gentleman a martini. (to Trapper) Hawkeye: I'm sure you will find them satisfactory. They're quite dry. (sips from his glass) Trapper: Don't you guys use olives? Duke: Olives? Where in the hell do you think we are, man? Hawkeye: We have had to make certain concessions for the war; we ARE three miles from the front line. Trapper: Yeah, but without olives, (reaches into coat pocket and pulls out a jar of cocktail olives - drops one into his glass) Trapper: a martini just doesn't quite make it. (Hawkeye and Duke stare dumbfounded at the olive)
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