Situation: The Beatles & their manager have recently landed in Tennessee & decided to have dinner at a good old fashioned fish & chips diner that are supposed to be so good there until they must go back to the airport to continue their flight to the Big Easy�no, not really, they�re just really low on cash. They�re still trying to lay low & avoid trouble from any of the locals. Someone else likes the food, or you could say, the chef�
John: Ugh! This fish & chips is naff! It�s even worse than in England.
Paul: Usually, we just cook it �till it�s gray, but this is beyond the normal England disgusting.
George: I think I�m gonna puke�
Ringo: Go to the bathroom!
(George runs to the restroom but can�t make it to the toilet, so he barfs in the urinal in the presence of a Stranger washing his hands.)
Stranger: You seem to be a bit of a bad shot. Use the other kind of waste disposal if you want the best results�
George: Who are you?
(George�s glasses fall into the urinal as he looks up at the Stranger.)
Stranger: Why, it�s George Harrison of the Beatles. I happen to be Hannibal Lecter.
George: <burp!> Who?
Hannibal: Haven�t you seen any of my movies?
George: No, I usually don�t watch movies based around people who are bigger freaks than me.
Hannibal: Oh? Really? I�m a freak?
George: Yeah. I mean, you�re hanging out in the fucking men�s room! & evidently you�re not using it conventionally.
(Hannibal is becoming pissed off at George, who is cranky from a hangover & travel.)
Hannibal: & puking in a urinal is conventional?
George: It is if you happen to have missed the loo�why are you looking at me like that?
(Meanwhile�)
Paul: Look, guys! We made the paper!
John: That paper is exactly 37 years old, you dumbshit!
Paul: Oh. Well, at least they got a good photo of me.
John: George has been gone too long. I vote we send a rescue team of one to fish him out of the toilet. Or else a mad man is trying to kill him in the bathroom, but I don�t think so. Who�s going?
(Ringo & Paul suddenly become very interested in their shoes & the counter.)
John: That leaves Brian.
(They drag Brian to the bathroom door & push him in.)
Paul: Well that�s it.
(The three begin to walk away.)
Brian(from the bathroom): AAAAAAAAHHH!!!
(Brian falls out of the door.)
Brian: AAAAAAAAHHH!!!
Ringo: Wot �appened?
Brian: LOOK!
(The three walk warily into the bathroom.)
Paul: OH GOD!
Ringo: Ugh�
John: All right!
Hannibal: You�ve brought the rest along with you as well. You�re just in time for the appetizer, boys.
(Right below George�s left cheekbone, a chunk of his flesh has been bitten off.)
Paul: What�happened�to your face?! Uh, that�s gross�
Ringo: Eww�I think I�m gonna be sick�
John: Who did this to you?!
George: Hannibal!
Hannibal: He�s a bit of cheek, isn�t he? Not anymore though, heh heh heh!
Paul: Well, we�ve just come off the flight from hell totally pissed, including him!
Hannibal: Beg pardon?
John: Drunk!
Ringo: Wha�d ya do with �is face?
Hannibal: Too bad Tennessee isn�t big on fava beans or Chianti, because George�s face would�ve tasted better when I ate it�
(Ringo runs into the bathroom stall & loses his lunch.)
Ringo: BBLLLEEEEAAAAAAAGGHHH!
Paul: Sickening�
John: Gear!
Hannibal: Well, should I have just thrown it away?
George: Maybe you should�ve given it back to me!
John: But it accentuates your cheekbone so much�after all, we can see it! Mebbe Sarah will like you now.
(George can only whimper, with injury from the insult.)
Paul: Sarah? Sarah comes with Siobhan, & Siobhan comes with me bed-
Ringo: I�d slug you if I weren�t sick from George!
Hannibal: You must leave if I am to finish my supper.
John: Take him the-
Paul: Gotta puke! Get outta the way, Ringo! BBBBBBBBLLLLLLLEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHGGG!!!!
Ringo: Why?
Paul: Can�t stand meat�BBBBLLLLEEAAAAHGG!
John: Whatta wimpy vegetarian�anyway, Hannibal, could you give me George & trade for Brian?
George: Leave Brian out of this!
Ringo: Why? He�s the one who-oh god, make George go away! BBBLLLEEEAAAGGGHHH!!! Ugh! BLEAGGH!
Paul: Hey, my suit! You puked on me!
John: Good, now you can�t attract any girls looking like that.
Hannibal: It�s very rude to change the subject as you all did�
George: Don�t be rude or he�ll eat you!
(The door opens & weird shadows are cast into the room. Familiar voices echo through the bathroom.)
Zoraa: Dammit, how was I supposed to know we�d come up outside the men�s room of some backwoods diner run by wanna-bes?!
Sid: Well we did, no thanks to you, so now what?!
Paul: They followed us?
Ringo: Into the men�s room?
Hannibal: Really?
Zoraa: That voice sounds familiar. I mean the very last one. It�s from a movie�