(A team of demolition experts assemble sticks of dynamite, blasting caps, timers, detonators and wire to drop a five story building) PHIL: God, it's cold. Gettin' too damn old for this. DENNIS: Make sure that blast cap's on tight. PHIL: It's not the blast cap I'm worried about; it's my damn fingers. DENNIS: Stop your complaining. We fall behind schedule, we violate our permit. PHIL: Just a minute. Almost there. (joins workers who continue to search the building before it is destroyed) MAN ON RADIO 1: Zone one clear. MAN ON RADIO 2: Zone two clear. MAN ON RADIO 3: Zone three clear. PHIL: Sure...