John: He's sex obsessed! The older generation's leading our nation in a state of galloping ruin.
T.V. Director: I won an award.
John: A likely story.
T.V. Director: It's on the wall in my office.
Reporter: Has success changed your life?
George: Yes.
Reporter: Do you often see your father?
Paul: No, actually, we're just good friends.
Reporter: Are you a mod or a rocker?
Ringo: Um, no. I'm a mocker.
Paul: Yeah, where's the old mixer?
Grandfather: Here, Paulie.
Paul: I've got a few words to say to you, two-faced John McCartney.
John: Oh, leave him alone. He's back, isn't he? He can't help being old.
Paul: What's being old got to do with it? He's a trouble-maker and a mixer, that's good enough for me.
Norm: Shake, take that wig off! It suits you.
Man On Train: I shall call the guard.
Paul: Ah, but what? They don't take kindly to insults, you know. Let's go have some coffee and leave the kennel to Lassie.
Man on train: Don't take that tone with me, young man. I fought the war for your sort.
Ringo: I bet you're sorry you won.
Reporter: How did you find America?
John: Turned left at Greenland.
Grandfather: Look, I thought I was supposed to be getting a change of scenery. But so far, I've been in a train and a room, and a car and a room, and a room and a room. Well, maybe that's all right for a bunch of powdered gee-gahs like yourselves, but I'm feeling decidedly strait-jacketed.
Lead makeup woman: What a clean old man.
Grandfather: Ah, don't press your luck.
George: Honestly! Me mind boggles at the very idea, a grown man and you haven't shaved with a safety razor.
Shake: It's not my fault. I come from a long line of electricians.
John: Hey, look at the talent. Let's give them a pull.
Paul: Should I?
George: Aye, but don't rush. None of your five-bar gate jumps and over sort of stuff.
Paul: What's that supposed to mean?
George: I don't know, I just thought it sounded distinguished-like.
John: George Harrison, the Scouse of distinction.
Reporter: What do you call that collar?
Ringo: A collar.
Reporter: Do you think these haircuts have come to stay?
Ringo: Well, this one has. You know, it's stuck on good and proper now.
Norm: The place is surging with girls.
John: Please, sir, sir, can I have one to surge me, sir, please, sir?
Norm: No, you can't.
Shake: It's not my fault.
Norm: What?
Shake: I'm not taller than you are. You're smaller than I am.
