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.
Norm: What?
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.
Chosen answer: No, she has not met Lennon before, and she's unsure if it is really him. The whole conversation is written so that their bantering does not make any real sense, and it humorously depicts how famous people are sometimes perceived by the non-famous. Basically, the woman doesn't know what she is talking about but wants to sound like she does.
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