One does not have humor. It has you.

One doesn't have a sense of humor. It has you.

Most jokes state a bitter truth.

One doesn't have a sense of humor. It has you.

A war is like when it rains in New York and everybody crowds into doorways, ya know? And they all get chummy together. Perfect strangers. The only difference, of course, is in a war it's also raining on the other side of the street and the people who are chummy over there are trying to kill the people who are over here who are chums.

Talk about fulfilling a campaign promise, ... M*A*S*H.