John: What are you doing on the floor?
Ringo: I’m tired.
Ahme: Is not the Beatle with the ring, he!
Paul: Aren’t I?
Ahme: No… unfortunately…
Ringo: What was it that first attracted you to me?
John: Well, you’re very polite, aren’t ya?
Paul: ’Ey! My skin’s soaked right through to the skin!
Ringo: There’s more here than meets the eye.
George: Huh ho.
George: Huh ho.
George: Ho ho ho ho, ho ho ho.
John: Huh ho!
John: It was you buzzing! You naughty boy!
Ringo: Who are you?
Ringo: Will you explain everything when the oppourtunity presents itself?
Ahme: Please, flee!
John: Doesn’t the blood rush to your head, sir?
George: Doesn’t the Eastern flavour come rather expensive?
Paul: Doesn’t the blood rush to your stomach?
John: Jeweller, you’re not getting anywhere, are ya, jeweller?
Ringo: The fire brigade once got my head out of some railings.
John: Did you want them to?
Ringo: No. I used to leave it there when I wasn’t using it for school. You can see a lot of the world from railings.
John: Now see what you’ve done with your filthy Eastern ways!
Ahme: No! It is Klang, the high priest, who is filthy in his filthy Eastern ways!
John: How do we know you’re not just as filthy, and sent by him to nick the ring by being filthy, and you’ve lulled us with your filthy Eastern ways?
Paul: What filthy ways are these?
George: Hey, there might be some insurance.
John: I wouldn’t think of such a thing! Find out though.
Ringo: Anyway, I’m allergic to Penicillin and all them other wounded drugs.—Gum?
Paul: Are you sure it’s not mainlining or habit-forming?
George: No, as long as you don’t swallow it.
John: It’s me, you fool!
George: Oh! Sorry!
John: Well, stop it!
George: ’Ey, it’s a thingie! A fiendish thingie!
Ringo: They have to paint me red before they chop me. It’s a different religion from ours… I think.
John: Hold on, it’s them! ’Cause only me and Paul know we’re here.
George: I know we’re here.
George: I’m always getting winked at these days. Used to be you, didn’t it, Paul?
Ringo: All the rungs have been neatly sewn in the middle.
Inspector: All you have to do is sing Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy” from the famous Ninth Symphony in D minor.
John: Of course, why didn’t you think of that, you twit!
Paul: Easterner with greasy feet speak with forked tongue.
John: Does he? What’s he say?
Paul: Passing this way, hot foot, many moons to temple.
George: Don’t encourage him—you’ve got the part, Paul.
George: I’m off!
Various: Ringo! Ringo!
Ringo: Get sacrificed, I don’t subscribe to your religion!
George: “I Need You” by George Harrison.