The Southwood Psychiatric Hospital in San Diego was under investigation for insurance fraud, and about sixty FBI agents had taken over the building in order to search through financial records. After many hours, they got hungry and one called up the local pizza place to order pizza. Below is the actual transcript of that phone call.

Agent: Hello. I would like to order nineteen large pizzas and sixty-seven cans of soda.

Pizza guy: And where would you like them delivered?

Agent: To the Southwood Psychiatric Hospital.

Pizza guy: To the psychiatric hospital?

Agent: That's right. I'm an FBI agent.

Pizza guy: You're an FBI agent?

Agent: That's correct. Just about everybody here is.

Pizza guy: And you're at the psychiatric hospital?

Agent: That's correct. And make sure you don't go through the front doors. We have them locked. You'll have to go around to the back to the service entrance to deliver the pizzas.

Pizza guy: And you say you're all FBI agents?

Agent: That's right. How soon can you have them here?

Pizza guy: And you're over at Southwood?

Agent: That's right. How soon can you have them here?

Pizza guy: And everyone at Southwood is an FBI agent?

Agent: That's right. We've been here all day and we're starving.

Pizza guy: How are you going to pay for this?

Agent: I have my checkbook right here.

Pizza guy: And you are all FBI agents?

Agent: That's right, everyone here is an FBI agent. Can you remember to bring the pizzas and sodas to the service entrance in the rear? We have the front doors locked.

Pizza guy: I don't think so. [Click]