[The Beatles approach a small creature furiously typing away.]
Paul: Let us show him our motor!
John: Steady on! I mean, you don't want to be showing your motor to just anybody!
George: Yeah, but this is a nobody.
. . .
Jeremy: Ad hoc, ad loc, and quid pro quo! So little time — ha ha! — so much to know!
John: Well, can you tell us where we're at?
Jeremy: A true Socratic query, that!
John: Oh yeah, and who the Billy Shears are you?
Jeremy: Who? Ah, who indeed am I?
[Jeremy hands out some business cards.]
John: Jeremy…
Paul: Hilary…
George: Boob…?
[Ringo's card says Ph. D.]
Ringo: Phuddt!
All: Who?
Jeremy: Eminent physicist, polyglot cladicist, prize-winning botanist, hard-biting satirist, talented pianist. Good dentist, too! Ha-ha!
John: Lousy poet.
Jeremy: Critic's voice — take your choice!
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