Ringo:
I don't snore.
George:
You do, repeatedly.
Ringo:
Do I snore, John?
John:
Yeah, you're a window-rattler, son.
Ringo:
That's just your opinion. Do I snore, Paul?
Paul:
With a trombone hooter like yours, it would be unnatural if you didn't.
Grandfather:
Now, Paulie... don't mock the afflicted.
Paul:
Ah, come off it, it's only a joke!
Grandfather:
Aye, it may be a joke to you, but it's his nose. He can't help having a hideous great hooter! And his poor little head, trembling under the weight of it!
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