"Oh nurse, I think I need an order of pancakes to go with this," he says to nobody in particular. Sure, why not. Hawkeye has hit the point of absurdity that he usually only reaches when he finds a booby-trapped patient.

"No need to get syrupy on me. You shouldn't need stitches, which is good, I'm not a licensed tree surgeon."

Hawk carefully closes his mouth, and then feels for his pulse to see if the digitalis has had any effect.