Hard Day's Night (1964)

Reporter: What do you call that collar?
Ringo: A collar.

Grandfather: It's your nose, you know. Fans are funny that way, they take a dislike to things. They'll pick on a nose.
Ringo: Aw, you pick on your own.

Reporter: Has success changed your life?
George: Yes.

John: He's sex obsessed! The older generation's leading our nation in a state of galloping ruin.

Grandfather: It's my considered opinion that you're a bunch of sissies.
John: You're just jealous.
Norm: Leave him alone, Lennon... or I'll tell them all the truth about you.
John: You wouldn't.
Norm: Oh, I would, though.

Ringo: I'm going out parading before it's too late.

T.V. Director: I won an award.
John: A likely story.
T.V. Director: It's on the wall in my office.

John: Gear costume.
Actor: Swap?
John: Cheeky.

T.V. Director: You don't know what this means to me. If you hadn't come back it would have meant... the epilogue or the news... in Welsh... for life.

Paul: Oh, that this too, too solid flesh would melt... Zap.

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.

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.

T.V. Director: We are on in twenty minutes.
George: Can I say something?
T.V. Director: What?
George: I don't think it's very likely that we will go on. The law of averages is against it.

George: He's very fussy about his drums, you know. They loom large in his legend.

John: And we're looking after him, are we?
Grandfather: I'll look after myself.
Paul: Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.
John: He's got you worried, then?
Paul: Him? He's a villain, a real mixer. And he costs you a fortune in Breach of Promise cases.

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.

John: Control yourself. You'll spurt.

George: Sorry we hurt your field, mister.

Grandfather: Hullo.
John: He can talk then, can he?
Paul: 'Course he can talk. He's a human being, isn't he?
Ringo: Well if he's your grandfather, who knows! Ha ha ha.

Norm: Shake, take that wig off! It suits you.