Wilhelm: Ah, Mr. Steinbrenner, you know, we've searched everywhere, there's no sign of him. Not even anyone who remotely fits his description, sir.
Steinbrenner: Oh my God, do you know what this means, Wilhelm?
Wilhelm: What, sir?
Steinbrenner: He's dead! Costanza's dead!
Wilhelm: Well, no, no, you see, I don't think--
Steinbrenner: As quickly as he came here, he's gone. The poor little guy! Easy. Easy, big Stein, get it together. Ok, Wilhelm.
Wilhelm: Yessir?
Steinbrenner: Find out where his parents live.
Wilhelm: Parents?
Steinbrenner: I'm gonna personally notify them. ...and, ah, line up some candidates to fill that assistant to the General Manager position, we can't grieve forever! We gotta get back to business! Back to Business Wilhelm!
Steinbrenner: Mrs. Costanza?
Estelle (smiling): Yesss?
Steinbrenner: My name is George Steinbrenner, I'm afraid I have some very sad new about your son.
(Scene changes to Costanza living room)
Estelle (crying): I can't believe it, he was so young. How could this have happened?
Steinbrenner: Well, he'd been logging some pretty heavy hours, first one in in the morning, last one to leave at night. That kid was a human dynamo.
Estelle: Are you sure you're talking about George?
Steinbrenner: You are Mr. and Mrs. Costanza?
Frank (yelling): What the hell did you trade Jay Buhner for?!? He had 30 home runs, over 100 RBIs last year, he's got a rocket for an arm, you don't know what the hell you're doin'!!
Steinbrenner: Well, Buhner was a good prospect, no question about it.
But my baseball people love Ken Phelps' bat. They kept saying 'Ken Phelps , Ken Phelps'.