One moment, finishing supervising work on an operating room in a mobile hospital that sometimes earns neither of its names, and the next, a bar she's never seen before. Now, there are people who would suggest that Margaret Houlihan wouldn't know what to do if she found herself in a bar, but they'd be mistaken.
They haven't seen her in Tokyo, and they definitely didn't know her in the days before too much responsibility and too few joys made the lines around her mouth harder and the tone of her voice sharper. But because she does know what to do in a bar, and even if she's not dressed in her Class As, she's still a lady, she slips onto a barstool, crosses her legs, and smiles.
She may have no idea what just happened, and she may be so far from anything she can understand that she's not entirely sure Hawkeye and BJ haven't slipped something into her drink at some point, but she's still a United States Army Major, and she's not about to let any of that show.
Margaret Houlihan | M*A*S*H | Door 2
A large drink.
One moment, finishing supervising work on an operating room in a mobile hospital that sometimes earns neither of its names, and the next, a bar she's never seen before. Now, there are people who would suggest that Margaret Houlihan wouldn't know what to do if she found herself in a bar, but they'd be mistaken.
They haven't seen her in Tokyo, and they definitely didn't know her in the days before too much responsibility and too few joys made the lines around her mouth harder and the tone of her voice sharper. But because she does know what to do in a bar, and even if she's not dressed in her Class As, she's still a lady, she slips onto a barstool, crosses her legs, and smiles.
She may have no idea what just happened, and she may be so far from anything she can understand that she's not entirely sure Hawkeye and BJ haven't slipped something into her drink at some point, but she's still a United States Army Major, and she's not about to let any of that show.
"Scotch old-fashioned, and hold the garbage."