Mr. Steinbrenner: George, can you imagine what went through my mind when I saw there wasn't going to be enough room under that desk for me and my babies.
George: I'm sorry, sir.
Mr. Steinbrenner: You know what I think? I think you knew about that bomb ahead of time.
George: What?
Mr. Steinbrenner: You had a premonition about the bomb. You climbed under that desk because you have ESP. Quick, George, put a thought in my mind. Mmm. Meatballs! Huh? Unbelievable. You're a wonder, George. Anyway, this terrorist had a specific demand. No more cheap adjustable hats for Hat Day. He wants fitted hats just like the players wear.