We Want Something Else

Attention, all personnel. Due to conditions beyond our control, we regret to announce that lunch is now being served.

Trapper: They got a lot of guts.
Hawkeye: And they keep serving them. You realize this is an anniversary? They’ve given us liver or fish ten straight days in a row.
Trapper: Eleven.
Hawkeye: If they try to serve that to us one more time today, I’m gonna throw a fit.
Trapper: You won’t throw a fit.
Hawkeye: All right, then I’ll throw a berserk, with a strong resemblance to a fit.

I’ve eaten a river of liver and an ocean of fish! I’ve eaten so much fish, I’m ready to grow gills! I’ve eaten so much liver, I can only make love if I’m smothered in bacon and onions!

[M*A*S*H — “Adam’s Ribs”]

Yeah, it’s kinda like that.