The link to Alan Alda's descrition of the episode:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-z1Oh0H0oXg
Dr. Sidney Freedman, feeling depressed, visits the 4077th to observe how they fare under the pressures of war. He begins a letter to Sigmund Freud as a form of self-therapy, and releases his tension in the form of a practical joke with B.J., aimed at Frank Burns.
analysis of 4077th.
( The scene setup )
(Sidney said he came out to the 4077th because he was losing patients)
Letter:
Sidney: As you pointed out, Sigmund, there's a link between anger and wit. Anger turned inward is depression. Anger turned sideways is Hawkeye.
( Surgical scene )
Dialogue:(Capt. Hathaway gets a look at a surgical procedure in the O.R. on a little girl)
Hathaway: What happened?
Hawkeye: Somebody dropped a bomb on her village from an airplane.
Hathaway: Who did it?
Hawkeye: He just dropped it. He didn't autograph it.
Hathaway: No, I mean, was it one of theirs or one of ours?
Potter: What difference does that make?
Hathaway: A lot. It makes a lot of difference.
Potter: Not to her.
(Hathaway walks out of the O.R. stunned, Hawkeye goes out to join him)
Hathaway: You brought me in there on purpose, didn't you?
Hawkeye: Yep.
Hathaway: You're a real S.O.B., you know that?
Hawkeye: Look, you seem like a decent guy, too decent to think that this can be anything like a clean war.
Hathaway: From up there it is... (breaks down into tears) was. God, she's just a little baby!
Letter:
Sidney: The inmates have an interesting defense against carnage. Insanity in the service of health.
( Practical Joke scene )
Dialogue:
(Sidney finds BJ filling an air raid shelter with water)
Sidney: You? You're the practical joker?
BJ: Certainly looks that way, doesn't it? Would you like to help?
Sidney: (excited) Sure! What do I do?
BJ: As loud as you can, shout, 'Air raid.'
Sidney: (after a brief laugh) Air raid! Air Raid!
Frank: Air raid!! (leaps out of bed and runs out of the Swamp in a panic) Air raid! Air raid! (falls into the hole filled with water)
( Later in confidence )
(Sidney tells Hawkeye and BJ about his patient that committed suicide)
Dialogue:
Hawkeye: Sidney, we all lose patients.
Sidney: Actually, the straw that broke my back was a kid who was hearing voices telling him to kill himself. After some time with him, he got very quiet, sometimes thats a sign they've made up their minds. Only somehow, I missed it. And then that night, after we all went to sleep, that sweet, innocent, troubled kid... listened to the voices.
( Poker game )
(Klinger tries to sell his hoop earrings at the poker game)
BJ: Klinger, don't you think hoops are a little trashy before breakfast?
Klinger: If I thought it'd get me out, I'd wear hula hoops in my ear
Frank: (to Sidney) I happen to believe in the sanctity of marriage--no matter how ugly or disgusting it gets.
(Father Mulcahy has dozed off during a poker game)
Mulcahy: I had the most extraordinay dream. I was a Cardinal in Rome, and the Pope had a bad cold.
Hawkeye: What do you suppose that means, Sidney? You're the skull jockey.
Sidney: Well, Freud said every dream is a wish.
Radar: One time my uncle dreamt he was dancing with a whale and when he woke up, our cow had eaten his pants.
BJ: Do you wanna bet, or do you want Sidney to tell you what that means?
Radar: Oh geez, I'm sorry, I didn't know it meant anything.
(as Sidney is about to leave)
BJ: See you at the game next week?
Sidney: Yes, I'll be here with twenty dollars in my pants and three aces up my sleeve.
Hawkeye: Show a little imagination, don't make 'em all spades.
( Bunkhouse - called the swamp )
(Sidney enters the Swamp stepping and steps over a huge pile of clothes)
Sidney: I can't understand why you call this place the Swamp.
Hawkeye: We were thinking of calling it the latrine, but that name was taken.
Sidney: (sees Hawkeye reading his letter) That's a private letter.
Hawkeye: Then why'd you leave it under your pillow?
Sidney: Can I have that, please? I want to erase anything nice I said about you guys.
Frank: I should have known better than to tell something personal to a psychiatrist!
Letter:
Sidney: If there's a way to preserve your sanity in wartime, they've found it. They slide their patched-up patients into the EVAC ambulance like loaves in a bread truck, and yet they never forget those packages are people