I Wanna Hold Your Hand Quotes
Ed Sullivan: And so, I want you to be prepared for excessive screaming, hysteria, hyperventilation, fainting, fits, seizures, spasmodic convulsions, even attempted suicides. All perfectly normal. Merely means that these youngsters are enjoying themselves.
[Tony sees Janis’ sign]
Tony: Whaddaya got? “Beatles”… what is this thing? “Beatles Undermine Artistic…”
Tony: Well, I never woulda figured on you for a Beatles fan!
Janis: I loathe The Beatles!
Tony: Not me, I hate ’em! Ugh!
Tony: I think Dubois here deserves a big round of applause. As you can see, he got us to New York, safe and sound, and in record time, too. Well, it only took him, uh, seven hours. Heh heh, usually takes me only twenty minutes, but then, I generally don’t go by way of Philadelphia!
Girl: I stole the money from my mother so I could come here, because I love John! Actually, I love all the Beatles, but I especially love John! Someday I’m gonna marry John!
Reporter: Uh but, isn’t John already married?
Girl: Yeah, but he can get a divorce, or his wife could get in a plane crash, or she could drown, or anything could happen, because John has to marry me! He has to, or else I’ll kill myself!
Richard: Here’s some great snapshots I got when the Beatles arrived at Kennedy Airport.
Rosie: Ohh, did you get any pictures of the Beatles?
Richard: Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly see the Beatles, but I got some great shots of their suitcases.
Beatle #1 (George): Somebody call the porter up here, I need me trousers cleaned.
Beatle #2 (Paul): Well take ’em off then. I mean, you know, we can’t clean ’em with you standing in ’em.
Beatle #1 (George): Good idea.
[Beatle #1 unzips his pants]
Richard: Yeah, I get it! You’re just like all the rest. You’re in love with the Beatles ’til somebody better comes along, huh? Well, I got news for ya! Where I come from, they’ve got a name for people like you! You’re a traitor, and I don’t associate with traitors, so you can just quit tagging along with me! Am-scray, sister!
Neil: Is that the bird that was under Lennon’s bed?
Cop: Girl. Girl. That’s her, yeah!
Neil: Well, I just spoke to Brian. And it’s very important we keep her here for a while, okay?
Cop: No sweat.
Neil: I beg your pardon?
Cop: Uh, no problem.
Rosie: Oh no, you better not, that looks awful dangerous.
Richard: Dangerous? Why, this isn’t dangerous! I’ll tell you what’s dangerous! The time I got thrown off the Long Island Railroad. Now, that was dangerous!