Klinger:  Five clams .
Trapper: I 'm out .
Henry Blake: I 'm in .
Hawkeye: I wonder what the chances are of my getting the fifth Jack ? Oh well not to worry .
Dr. Sidney Freedman: Your five , and up five .
Klinger: That 's mean .
Dr. Sidney Freedman: I 'm gon na beat the pants off ya , lady .
Trapper: Hey ! Where 'd we get the kosher salami ?
Capt. Sam Pak: I brought it ! A little girl I knew at Berkley sent it . She 's a yenta now .
Klinger: All right , all right . Here we go . Down and dirty !
Dr. Sidney Freedman: Aiyeeeee !
Hawkeye: What 's your problem , poker face ?
Dr. Sidney Freedman: I 'm " committing suicide . "
Henry Blake: Go out in turn , Sidney . Whoops , just found something ... but i 'll check .
Hawkeye: Hey , I bought the fifth Jack ... i 'm out .
Klinger: Dealer bets ten bucks ! Colonel ?
Henry Blake: Let 's see here .
Dr. Sidney Freedman: Fondling your chips is very infantile .
Henry Blake: Not now , Sidney .
Radar: But sir ...
Henry Blake: Not now , Radar .
Radar: Yeah , but sir ...
Henry Blake: Radar , whatever it is , sign it , cancel it , or order _ five _ more !