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: Are you a mod or a rocker?
Ringo: Um, no. I'm a mocker.
Ringo: I'm going out parading before it's too late.
Reporter: Do you often see your father?
Paul: No, actually, we're just good friends.
Paul: Oh, that this too, too solid flesh would melt... Zap.
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.
Reporter: What do you call that collar?
Ringo: A collar.
George: He's very fussy about his drums, you know. They loom large in his legend.
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: Sorry we hurt your field, mister.
Reporter: How did you find America?
John: Turned left at Greenland.
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.
Shake: It's not my fault.
Shake: I'm not taller than you are. You're smaller than I am.
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.
John: Control yourself. You'll spurt.