- [a chopper is carrying Lt. Col. Blake's desk away]
- Hawkeye: Pardon me, Henry, isn't that your desk?
- Henry Blake: Yeah, that's my genuine antique desk.
- Trapper: Sending it out to be waxed?
- Henry Blake: I'm not sure what it's doing up there. Just keeps going up... up... up...
- Hawkeye: To a far, far better place, I'm sure.
- Henry Blake: [cleaning his new oak desk] I'll bet you don't know what kind of wood this is.
- Radar: It's oak.
- Henry Blake: Nope. It's oak.
- Henry Blake: Hey, haven't you got a relative who's a general?
- Charlie Lee: You know how it is. We all look alike.