I believe you're referring to The Anal Fissure.

I thought that was Captain Kirk.

At least you could eat it afterwards.

What about Alan Arkin?

Perhaps your mother, who I had intercourse with.

He was going to cheat on her with Radar.  In the butthole.

You never want to outlive your body or your money.

Right after Who Shit in the Saddle?

Holy handkerchiefs!

My parents never were really that amused by all that talky Jewish humor.

It wasn't a baby.  It was a chicken.  Hawkeye was just nuts.

I beg to differ.

Horsepucky.

No mist.  Just TV.

At least you admit that this is all about you.

*Klinger defecates in a cannon, seeking a Section 8*

All the allegations of organized pedophilia?

How about groupons?

Sorry.  She's lost her enchanting girlish glow in the wake of a human being pushed out her blood hole. 

Shut up about that old man already.