George: Well, currently, the doors on the bathroom stalls, here at the stadium, don't offer much by way of privacy. But I was thinking if we extend the doors all the way to the floor...
Mr. Steinbrenner: All the way to the floor! What are you out your mind? You'd suffocate in there. You'rer lucky you have any doors at all. You know, when I was in the army... Hey, Costanza. What is that you're eating over there? That looks pretty tasty.
George: It's a calzone, sir.
Mr.. Steinbrenner: A calzone, huh? Pass it down here. Let's get a little look at at it. I want a little taste. Come on, come on. Pass it down here. That's a good boy. Okay. What's in this thing?
George: Uh. Cheese, pepperoni, eggplant.
Mr. Steinbrenner: Eggplant. Oh, that's a hell of a thing. Okay, back to business. Okay, here you go. Very good, very good. Excellent. Excellent calzone you got there Costanza. I'm a little jealous now. Okay, here we go. [talks rapidly] Like I told you last week, the renovation of the press box is taking too long. [normal voice] Boy, you know that eggplant was very good. Everybody out. I got eggplant on my mind. Costanza, go get me couple of those calzones right now. Pronto. Move out. Big Stein wants an eggplant calzone. He ust have one. Everybody out. Out. Hurry up. Hurry up.