Hamlet: Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
John: Is it your shorts? You've got to change them out every week.
Ringo: I'm not wearing any.
George: Oy, mate, you've got to cheer up. All this to be or not to be jazz is gettin' me down.
Paul: You've got a nice girl.
John: She loves you.
George: She almost lost her mind.
Paul: Yeah.
John: Yeah.
Ringo: Yeah.
Paul: Don't you want to hold her hand?
Hamlet: My uncle murdered me dad!
George: Oh.
Paul: That's a bummer.
John: Yeah, a real drag.
Ringo: I guess it can be bad.
