George: Sir, I'm sure it's not a bomb.
Mr. Steinbrenner: Oh, yeah? Don't be so brave, George. You mess with them. They're messing with you. All right, boys, send it in. [the bomb disposal robot enters George's office and heads towards a Godzilla toy] Wait. What's that thing straight ahead? Is that's anything? Is that Mothra? Okay, let's check the desk. That's where I heard the ticking. We're gonna search each of those drawers, starting with the top one. Oh. It's just empty calories and male curiosity, hey, Georgie?
Bomb Squad Cop: Looks like there's more compartments underneath.
Mr. Steinbrenner: Compartments underneath? Probably where it is. Okay, boys, let it rip. [a saw cuts through George's desk] I'll tell you what, George, starting tomorrow, no more desks. Just a Lucite table and four legs.