Brian: & we�re actually going places now. So let�s pick a door, shall we?
Paul: How �bout that one?
George: Didn�t we already try that one?
John: I sure don�t remember. Being a cartoon is disorienting.
(Max comes up behind the group with a gun.)
Max: Doesn�t matter, because, heh, cut off my mullet if I�m wrong, but I have a gun, & you will therefore do what I say.
Paul: He�s very convincing, don�t you think?
John: Just walk.
(Inside the studio, which is Conan�s, Al Gore is grappling with Conan over a box.)
Conan: Just let me see what�s inside! I promise I won�t touch!
Al Gore: No. It is my lock-box.
Ringo: Is it just me or does Al Gore talk in complete monotone?
Paul: & is it just me, or does he have an unusual obsession with lock-boxes?
John(thought): I want to see what�s inside�Maybe I�ll steal it!: C�mon guys, let�s help out Conan!
(The Beatles & Brian manage to chase Al Gore into the audience seating where Sarah & Siobhan are loitering, & the only ones left.)
Ringo: Oi! Siobhan!
Paul: Me first!
Siobhan: Oh, come on-don�t fight! You don�t have to! I like-
Sarah: Don�t you guys need some duct tape & safety pins?
Brian: Er, I suppose.
George: Actually, I don�t really miss my face.
Paul: Well we do George! God!
Conan: Dammit, Gore! Get over here! Fuck, he got away.
John: Not for long!
George: Let�s go Paul, Ringo!
John: Kiss yer gelfriend goodbye! Come on!
Ringo: Okay!
(Ringo pulls Siobhan behind the curtains & weird kissing noises ensue. Ringo trips out of the curtains, & Siobhan follows for a couple steps.)
Ringo: Was that too rough for the third time?
Siobhan: I�m sort of getting used to it�
(Al Gore is already down the stairs when the Beatles reach the stairwell.)
John: After him!
Ringo: Bye, Siobhan! I�ll see you later, I hope�
Sarah: But I have duct tape & safety pins! Dammit! FUCK!
Conan: Hi�
Sarah: Uh, hi. SIOBHAN!
FIN�
