“What the heck kind of name was Sir?”

“What kind of emergency?”“Uh …”“Gynecology or acupuncture?”What the heck would an acupuncture-related emergency be like?”

“Last night in the latrine. Didn't you whisper that we couldn't punish you to that other dirty son of a bitch we don't like? What's his name?""Yossarian, sir," Lieutenant Scheisskopf said."Yes, Yossarian. That's right. Yossarian. Yossarian? Is that his name? Yossarian? What the hell kind of a name is Yossarian?"Lieutenant Scheisskopf had the facts at his finger tips. "It's Yossarian's name, sir," he explained.”

“Max Rose: Vo? What kind of name is that? Spader: What kind of name is Rose? Isn't that some kind of flower?”

“There are generally three kinds of people in the world. People who make things happen, people who watch things happen, and people who say, what in the heck happened.”

“Never mind what my name is,” the man said. “No one can pronounce it anyway. Just call me Sir.”