Mr. Steinbrenner: Where the hell is this guy? I've been waiting here for three and a half hours for crying out loud. Should I go? No way, Jack! I'm not going humming it to the guy at the record store again, I'll tell you that.
Secretary: Mr. Steinbrenner?
Mr. Steinbrenner: That's what they call me.
Secretary: Your grandchildren are here to see you.
Mr. Steinbrenner: Oh, well, send them in. Send the little tykes in. Hey, you little kids. Who are you people? Come here. Come here. How about a ride on the Stein-pony express? Get up here. What's your name, Shorty? Mel? Are you Mel?