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paul: if i went missing for a week, would you be worried? 

john: i think so.

paul: that’s nice. i didn’t think you’d be worried.

john, too loudly: you’re my friend!

paul: ...

paul: i don’t like how you said that.

john, shouting: you’re my friend!!

paul: why are you yelling that at me!?

john: YOU’RE MY FRIEND!!!

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john: you like me? you like my personality?

paul: i was surprised, too.

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john: i did meet some of the most insufferable people. but, they also met me.

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paul: not everyone wants to be a little mouse like you.

ringo: i don’t want to be a little mouse, i just want to live under the stairs

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[john lying in a hospital bed] brian, entering the room: knock, knock!

john: is that you, death?

brian: it’s brian!

john, disappointed: oh.

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john, after the whole “the beatles are bigger than jesus” craze: do i regret it? yes. would i do it again? probably.

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john: all rich people are murderers.

brian: that’s rich coming from you, in your black silk turtleneck.

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brian: you treat an outside wound by rubbing alcohol.

john: and you treat an inside wound by drinking alcohol. science.