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DUSTY: "Paul, I've got some questions to ask you here. Please could you tell me the name of your racing greyhound?"
PAUL: "Uhh, I haven't got one, actually."
DUSTY: "You haven't?"
PAUL: "No. Well, a girl sent in a letter to me, and she said, 'Would you like a gra... a gracing rayhound!' And I said 'Yeah!' but she hasn't sent it yet."
DUSTY: "She hasn't? Awww."
CROWD: (in exaggerated sympathy) "Awwww!!"
DUSTY: "I'm sure she loves you."
PAUL: "She hasnt sent it yet, but I hope she does though."
DUSTY: "Is it true you sleep with you eyes open?"
PAUL: "Umm, well you know, I haven't seen myself do it..."
(laughter)
PAUL: "But actually, the fellas say that I do. They've, sort of, seen me sleeping with my eyes open."
DUSTY: "How can you do that?"
PAUL: "I don't know, you know... just sort of half open."
DUSTY: "You're just clever... you're just Brilliant, Paul."
(crowd giggles)
DUSTY: (reading) "Please ask Paul if he plucks his well-shaped eyebrows."
(laughter)
PAUL: "Umm, no."
DUSTY: "You don't. It doesn't look so. You're absolutely beautiful. Paul, do you mind girls screaming all through your act?"
PAUL: "Uhh, no. We like 'em screaming, generally, all of us. But it's a bit much all the way through. But we love 'em screaming."
JOHN: (comically) "Hear, hear!"
(the girls cheer and applaud in approval)
DUSTY: (turning to John) "This is a question which you've been asked a thousand times before but you always, all of you, give different versions or different answers. So you've got to tell me now... How did the Beatles get their name?"
JOHN: "I just thought of it." (comically proud facial expression)
(crowd cheers)
DUSTY: "Were they called anything else before?"
JOHN: "They were called the Quarrymen." (comically giggles)
DUSTY: "You rugged character! ...Oh John, listen. (reading) Do you have false teeth, as they always look so even?"
JOHN: "No! (scratches front teeth with fingernail) They're all chipped and battered."
(laughter)
DUSTY: "Girls, would you say his teeth were chipped and battered?"
CROWD: (in unison) "NO!"
JOHN: "No, they're real."
DUSTY: "Is it true that, when you were a kid, you were shot at for stealing apples?"
JOHN: "Yeah."
(laughter)
DUSTY: (gesturing to the side of his face) "Is that what these beautiful marks are?"
JOHN: "No, they're scabs."
(laughter)
DUSTY: "There's nothing there at all, really. He's got a quite beautiful complexion."
JOHN: (suggestively, joking with Dusty) "Let me see YOUR scabs!"
PAUL: (objecting comically) "HEY!"
(laughter)