Some FBI agents conducted a raid of a psychiatric hospital in San Diego that was under investigation for medical insurance fraud. After hours of reviewing thousands of medical records, they had worked up quite an appetite. The agent in charge of the investigation called a nearby pizza parlor with delivery service to order a quick dinner for his colleagues.

    Agent: Hello. I would like to order 19 large pizzas and 67 cans of soda.

    Pizza Man: And where would you like them delivered?

    Agent: We’re over at the psychiatric hospital.

    Pizza Man: The psychiatric hospital?

    Agent: Right. I’m an FBI agent.

    Pizza Man: You’re an FBI agent?

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

    Pizza Man: And you’re at the psychiatric hospital?

    Agent: Correct. And make sure you don’t go through the front doors. We have them locked.

    Pizza Man: And you’re all FBI agents?

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

    Pizza Man: How are you going to pay for all of this?

    Agent: I have my checkbook.

    Pizza Man: And you’re all FBI agents?

    Agent: That’s right. Can you remember to bring the pizzas and sodas to the service entrance in the rear? We have the front doors locked.

    Pizza Man: I don’t think so.