George: That's not your grandfather. Paul: It is, you know. George: But I've seen your grandfather. He lives in your house. Paul: Oh, that's my other grandfather, but he's my grandfather, as well. John: How do you reckon that one out? Paul: Well, eve...
Reporter: How did you find America? John: Turned left at Greenland.
George: [as TV Director walks away with PA] There he goes. Look at him. Bet his wife doesn't know about her. John: If he's got one. Look at his sweater. Paul: You never know, she might have knitted it. John: She knitted him.
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!
[Ringo gets a large pile of fan mail] John: Must have cost you a fortune in stamps, Ringo. George: He comes from a large family.
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 distingui...
Reporter: What would you call that hairstyle you're wearing? George: Arthur.
[the boys are listening to the radio] Man on Train: And we'll have that thing off as well, thank you. Ringo: But... Man on Train: An elementary knowledge of the Railway Acts would tell you that I'm perfectly within my rights. Paul: Yeah, but we want ...
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.
Ringo: [referring to half-dressed room service waiter hiding in the wardrobe] Any of you lot put a man in the cupboard? George: Nah! Paul: Don't be soft! Ringo: Well, someone did. George: [George gets up, walks over, looks in the cupboard, then sits ...
George: Sorry we hurt your field, mister.
Ringo: [arrested, at the police station] I demand to see my solicitor! Police Inspector: What's his name? Ringo: Well, if you're gonna get technical about it...
Reporter: Are you a mod or a rocker? Ringo: Um, no. I'm a mocker.
Reporter: Do you often see your father? Paul: No, actually, we're just good friends.
Simon Marshall: If you don't cooperate, you won't get to meet Susan. George: And who's this Susan when she's at home? Simon Marshall: Only Susan Canby, our resident teenager. George: Oh! You mean that posh bird who gets everything wrong? Simon Marsha...
John: We know how to behave! We've had lessons.
Millie: Oh, wait a minute, don't tell me who you are. John: No, I'm not. Millie: Oh, you are. John: I'm not. Millie: Oh, you are, I know you are. John: I'm not, no. Millie: You look just like him. John: Do I? You're the first one that's said that eve...
George: He's very fussy about his drums, you know. They loom large in his legend.
