Luke: I�m warning you guys! Lay off my droid & I�ll let you go safely.
George: Well what if we do this?!
(George pegs a jellybean at Luke�s face.)
Luke: Hey! Rrrrr-
John: Ooh, verery scary!
Luke: Die all right!
(In Luke�s anger, he rips out his light saber out & attempts to dismember the Beatles & Brian, so they end up running just as fast down the stairs as they did up them earlier & tripping over each other in one huge, huddled, doomed mass.)
Ringo: Hey, I found 50p! Oh wait, that�s just play-money. Damn!
Paul: Geroffa me then!
George: Can I see that 50p?
Ringo: Sure.
(George starts inspecting it carefully, because he likes shiny things like we do�)
George: Look, there�s a hologram here of us playing at a concert!
John (Sarcasm): Really?! Oh my god George, that�s wonderful! You know what else?
George: What?
John: If you hold it up to your forehead like so, I can put the imprint into your head!
George: Really? How?
John: Like this!
(John punches the fake coin against his head & it falls off. Sure enough, the imprint is left on his forehead.)
George: OW!
Brian: Wasn�t that sweet. Get in the car.
Ringo (Thought): Hey, that gives me an idea�we could have a concert to raise the money! I gotta tell the guys!
(On Sid�s island, Siobhan & Sarah are just sitting in a tree, bored as fuck & missing the Beatles.)
Siobhan: I�m fuckin� bored.
(Sarah rifles through her pockets as she does when she�s bored.)
Sarah: Nothing entertaining here. Wait-yeah I do, a note�from George!
Siobhan: Lemme read it. <Ahem>�
(Siobhan begins to read verery slowly & silently to herself. Sarah tries to grab the note but can�t manage it for being in a tree.)
Sarah: Let me see! Shminking git!
(Back with the Beatles & Brian in the flat the next day, they lay about depressedly thinking how much ass life sucks.)
Ringo: Guys? Hey guys?
John: So how could we make some money?
Paul: Get drunk off our ass like George over there?
George (Singing drunkenly): Tonight I�m gonna die all right, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I�m, gonna die ai ai ai ai ai ai! Tonight, right, nooooooooooooooow�
Brian: That�s an uplifting song, George.
George: I stomp on monkeys for BREAKFAST, pissoff! AAAH!
Ringo: Hey, I have an idea! I know how to make some money!
John: Fuck off Ringo. Paul, change the channel�I said change the channel, idiot!
Paul: Look stupid, I�m pushing the fucking button!
John: That�s not even the right remote, you ass. In fact�
(John snatches it out of his hand.)
John: I don�t even remember getting this remote. Oh well, maybe it�s for one of them DVD players.
Paul: We don�t have a DVD player.
John: Oh well. Find the other remote.
(John chucks it at the other sofa, & it sinks into the cushions, most likely never to be seen again.)
Ringo: Don�t you want to hear my idea?
Brian: Shuttup you. We need to think of ways to make some money.
John: Yep, & television�s a great inspiration.
Ringo: I don�t believe this�
(Ringo flops down despondently on his bed.)
George: Down the fucking drain! I�m a-pissin� in the rain!!! <Hysterical laughter>�
Brian: Don�t piss yourself now. We can�t spare any more money for the Laundromat.
(George accidentally drops a bottle & it breaks.)
Brian: Hey, you clean that up!
George: All people who listen to ska must fucking DIE!
Paul: Maybe he�s coming out of it for making more sense.
George: <sniff> Randy Newman is my GOD!
John: Nope.
George: Ya, go piss! Tra-la-la-la-la, shit fuck bastard bra!
John: Okay George, no more alchy-hol for you.
(Takes George by the arm & begins to lead him to his bed.)
Paul: Good Ringo-impression, John.
George: But mummy, I don�t like girls-
(Brian turns around at George.)
George: -yet!
John: Time for you to lay down, George.
(Brian turns back around disappointedly.)
George: Okay�
(Back on Sid�s Island, Siobhan & Sarah are still in the tree being bored as boiled shite.)
Sarah: Are you gonna be a tit-fuck & not read it to me or give it to me?
Siobhan: Yep.
(Siobhan continues being a tit-fuck & keeps it. Back in the U.S.S.R.-no [damn!] I meant back in the flat!)
John: Is Ringo still on that bed of his?
Brian (gesturing quotations): He�s having his �Happy Time�.
John (also gesturing): Oh, you mean �Smoking Pot�?
Paul: Yeah. <Sigh>, what are we going to do? This sucks!
Ringo: Hah ha ha ha ha ha ha! It SUCKS! YEAH! Ha ha ha ah ah�
John: Hey, while he�s giggling like an idiot, why don�t we get those rings? Then maybe we could pawn them off for some cash. He probably won�t even care.
Paul: Hmm, that�ll be fun. After Ed, Edd & Eddy is over though.
(After their show is over, they creep over to Ringo�s bed where he�s fallen asleep.)
Brian: Ringo, are you asleep?
Ringo: Yea�