Sarah: Since I blew up the White House & you�re my accomplice-just take the fuckin� teleportation pill!
Sid: Evelyn & Lela will be happy for company other than mine, Ramone & the Boys�John, is something wrong? You haven�t made an advance or anything on me this whole time.
John: Someone-something came up. Too much on my mind. Leave me alone!
Sarah (singing): I fought the law & I won, I fought the law & I won�
Siobhan: Bye, Ringo!..
(Siobhan, Sarah & Sid fade into until they disappear up their own existence.)
Ringo: Siobhan!
Paul: Siobhan-hey, shut up, short stuff! She�s mine!
George: She�s gone! & so is Sarah. <sigh>�
Sarah (echoing): Shut up George!
Ringo: Well if Siobhan�s age-spell was broken in the explosion, why wasn�t the one that created you gone as well?
Cat: Uh�
Brian: & another thing. What�s yer name?
Justine: John, I have adoption papers-
Paul: Can�t you see he�s too occupied being embarrassed & English to be your daddy? Just go home.
Justine: Why, do you like S-
John: How can I make you go away?!!
Justine: How about kissing me?
John: Uh�okay.
(John gives her a quick peck on the forehead.)
Ringo: She�s still here, John.
(George�s face turns unusually red.)
George: ACK! <cough, sputter, cough>�
Brian: Wha-
George: Choking-on-jelly-<cough>-bean!
Justine: John! I meant like in the movies when they French kiss!
John: Yer only a flippin� child! Yer as bad as Paul!
Justine & Paul: Ugh!
George: ACK! <sputter, wheeze>�
Cat: Are you choking or something?
George: Need-alcohol! ACK!
John: No, you need a medicinal-kick-in-the-ass!
(John full-on gives George an ass-kick, which sends the half-digested chunk of jellybean out across the street into an angry fundamentalist mob, & returns George to his natural colour. The Beatles & Co. decide now is a good time to start heading back to the hotel.)
George: That hurt, John.
Paul: Ya ain�t choking anymore though.
George: Well I�m not piss-drunk either. Instead, me arse hurts!
Brian: Well how about that memorial show, eh? Up for it?
John: Hell fucking no! I don�t think that after important American landmarks are blown up anyone wants to see a bunch of Brits fuck around with guitars.
Brian: I think you�d be surprised, actually�
John: The answer is still no.
George: Yeah. Too tired.
Ringo: Too depressed.
Paul: �I got nothing.
John: Let�s just go back to England.
George: Yeh, America blows.
Brian: But we have a gig planned-
John: Shut up, Brian. You�re gay.
FIN.
