Who knows what they'll get up to while we're away?
They do whatever they want whether we're here or not. What difference does it make?
He sits on the bed next to Margaret.
Last time I was gone they put peanut butter in all of my socks! They drew a moustache on my photo of my mother! And they placed a personal ad under my name in Nudists Quarterly!
I know they're completely contemptible, Frank, but we may not have another chance to go!
Besides, I have an outfit picked out especially for the trip...
Uh-huh. It's see through under certain lights.
Frank gulps audibly.
Would you like a preview?
Frank smiles his lipless smile and nods. Margaret grins and stands up.
INT. THE SWAMP – 4:56PM
Hawkeye, Trapper, Radar, Henry and Adrienne are playing another hand. There's quite a lot of money on the table. The others are watching Adrienne intently as she stares at her cards. She deliberately takes her time. She eventually puts $20 down.
The others nervously put their cards down. Adrienne smiles and shows her hand. Royal flush. The guys groan. Adrienne giggles proudly and takes her winnings.
How did you do that?
I have a system. Another game?
Adrienne shrugs and begins counting her loot.
I'd better go, I have post op duty.
You know, I hope you get robbed.
You're just sore because you were beaten by a girl!
He's just sore because he was beaten.
She continues counting. Henry stands up.
I'm going back on duty. Radar—
—Are you coming?
Henry hangs his head and sighs.
I wish you'd stop doing that.
Henry, Radar and Hawkeye leave. Adrienne finishes counting and tucks the money in one of her boots while Trapper gets himself a martini. Adrienne stands up and looks at him. He looks really cute in his bathrobe (not the yellow one, the other one). She cocks her head to the side.
Well. We're all alone.
Looks like it.
She smiles somewhat seductively.
I wonder what we're gonna do now...
INT. POST OP – 5:00PM
Hawkeye saunters in. He sees Nurse Baker looking at the chart of a soldier with a wounded leg. He smirks and goes up to her.
Not now, Captain, I'm on duty.
What? Can't I say hello to you?
Not like that. We're in public.
Hawkeye grins. He knows his date with her is going to be eventful to say the least. He goes over to a patient and begins his rounds.
Hi Perkins, how do you feel?
Like I've been shot.
That explains it.
He picks up Perkins's chart and looks it over.
How am I doing, Doc?
Nothing a little TLC from one of our nurses won't fix.
That's a relief.
Except for Nurse Baker. I have dibs on her.
I'm sure I'll get over it.
(with one of his smirks)
No, you won't.
Hawkeye puts the chart back and moves on to the next patient.