Major Haskell lit a cigarette. “You nervous or something?” asked Hawkeye. “Not at all,” the Major replied, nervously. “Hey, Dad, I’ll give you a nice buy on an elephant. Velly clean. Takes penicillim. Finest kind.” “Captain Pierce, what are you up to? Frankly, I can’t decide whether you’re crazy or just some kind of a screwball.” “Well, why don’t you mull it over for a while. You got anything to trade in?” “What do you mean?” “I mean you want a clean deal on a clean elephant, or you got some kind of used up elephant you wanta stick me with in return for my best elephant?”
