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Quotes of Movie: A Hard Day's Night [1964]
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George: That's not your grandfather.
Paul: It is, you know.
George: But I've seen your grandfather. He lives in your house.
Paul: Oh, that's my other grandfather, but he's my grandfather, as well.
John: How do you reckon that one out?
Paul: Well, everyone's entitled to two, aren't they? (unknown)
Grandfather: Hullo.
John: He can talk then, can he?
Paul: 'Course he can talk. He's a human being, isn't he?
Ringo: Well if he's your grandfather, who knows! Ha ha ha! (unknown)
[the boys are listening to the radio]
Man on Train: And we'll have that thing off as well, thank you.
Ringo: But...
Man on Train: An elementary knowledge of the Railway Acts would tell you that I'm perfectly within my rights.
Paul: Yeah, but we want to hear it, and there's more of us than you. We're a community, like, a majority vote. Up the workers and all that stuff!
Man on Train: Then I suggest you take that damned thing to the corridor or some other part of the train where you obviously belong.
John: [Leaning over to the man] Give us a kiss. (unknown)
Man on train: Don't take that tone with me young man. I fought the war for your sort.
Ringo: I bet you're sorry you won. (unknown)
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Man On Train: I shall call the guard.
Paul: Ah, but what? They don't take kindly to insults you know. (unknown)
George: What's the matter with you, then?
Ringo: It's his grandfather. I can tell he doesn't like me. It's cause I'm little.
George: Ah, you've got an inferiority complex, you have.
Ringo: Yeah, I know, that's why I play the drums - it's me active compensatory factor. (unknown)
[Huge stacks of fan mail is delivered]
Ringo: None for me, then?
Norm: Sorry.
John: [handing Ringo one letter] Here, this'll keep you busy. (unknown)
Grandfather: It's your nose you know. Fans are funny that way, they take a dislike to things. They'll pick on a nose.
Ringo: Aw... you pick on your own. (unknown)
[after Ringo gets a pile of fan mail]
John: Must have cost you a fortune in stamps Ringo.
George: He comes from a large family. (unknown)
Ringo: Any of you lot put a man in the cupboard?
George: Nah!
Paul: Don't be soft!
[George has a look in the cupboard and sits back down]
George: He's right you know
John: There you go. (unknown)
George: Honestly! Me mind boggles at the very idea, a grown man and you haven't shaved with a safety razor.
Shake: It's not my fault. I come from a long line of electricians. (unknown)
Reporter: How did you find America?
John: Turned left at Greenland. (unknown)
Reporter: Has success changed your life?
George: Yes. (unknown)
Reporter: Are you a mod, or a rocker?
Ringo: Um, no. I'm a mocker. (unknown)
Reporter: Do you think these haircuts have come to stay?
Ringo: Well, this one has. You know, it's stuck on good and proper now. (unknown)
Reporter: What would you call that hairstyle you're wearing?
George: Arthur. (unknown)
Reporter: What do you call that collar?
Ringo: A collar. (unknown)
Reporter: Do you often see you father?
Paul: No, actually were just close friends. (unknown)
Ringo: There you go, hiding behind a smokescreen of bourgeois cliches. (unknown)
George: He's very fussy about his drums, you know. They loom large in his legend. (unknown)
T.V. Director: Get me a bottle of milk and some tranquilizers. I see it all now... It's a plot... a plot. (unknown)
[George has been mistaken for a teen model]
Simon Marshall: We'd like you to give us your opinion on some clothes for teenagers.
George: Oh, by all means. I'd be quite prepared for that eventuality.
Simon Marshall: Well, not your REAL opinion, obviously. It'll be written out for you. Can you read?
George: Of course.
Simon Marshall: I mean lines, ducky, can you handle lines?
George: Well, I'll have a bash.
Simon Marshall: Good. Get him whatever it is they drink, uh, coke-a-rama?
[gives George some shirts]
Simon Marshall: Now you'll like these. You'll really "dig" them. They're "fab," and all the other pimply hyperboles...
George: I wouldn't be seen dead in them. They're dead grotty.
Simon Marshall: Grotty?
George: Yeah, grotesque.
Simon Marshall: Make a note of that word and give it to Susan. It's quite touching, really. Here's this kid, giving me his utterly valueless opinion, when I now for a fact that within a month he'll be suffering from a violent inferiority complex and loss of status because he isn't wearing one of these nasty things! Of course they're grotty you wretched nit, that's why they were designed! But that's what you'll want.
George: No, I won't.
Simon Marshall: You can be replaced, chickie baby.
George: I don't care. (unknown)
Simon Marshall: If you don't cooperate you won't get to meet Susan.
George: And who's this Susan when she's at home?
Simon Marshall: Only Susan Canby, our resident teenager.
George: Oh! You mean that posh bird who gets everything wrong?
Simon Marshall: Excuse me?
George: Oh, yeah. The lads frequently sit around the telly and watch her for a giggle. One time we actually sat down and wrote these letters saying how gear she was in all that rubbish.
Simon Marshall: She's a trendsetter. It's her profession.
George: She's a drag. A well known drag. We turn the sound down on her and say rude things.
Simon Marshall: Get him out of here! He's knocking the program's image!
George: Have I said something amiss?
Simon Marshall: Get him out!
George: Sorry about the shirts! (unknown)
George: Sorry we hurt your field mister. (unknown)
Millie: Hello.
John: Hello.
Millie: Oh wait a minute, don't tell me who you are.
John: No I'm not.
Millie: Oh you are.
John: I'm not.
Millie: Oh you are, I know you are.
John: I'm not, no.
Millie: You look just like him.
John: Do I? You're the first one that's said that ever.
Millie: Yes you do, look.
John: No my eyes are lighter. The nose.
Millie: Oh yes your nose is very.
John: Is it?
Millie: I would have said so.
John: You know him better though.
Millie: I do not. He's only a casual acquaintance.
John: That's what you say.
Millie: What have you heard?
John: It's all over the place.
Millie: Is it? Is it really?
John: But I wouldn't have it. I stuck up for you.
Millie: I knew I could rely on you.
John: Thanks.
Millie: [puts on her glasses] You don't look like him at all.
[John walks away pouting]
John: She looks more like him than I do. (unknown)
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