If I could come in, here, I think the theory put forward by Einstein.

[singing, to the tune of "Any Old Iron"]

Any old Ein, any old Ein, any any any old Einstein.

Could well be applied here. The people in the ball are obviously extensions of our own personalities, suspended, as it were, in time, frozen in space.

Uh, John.

According to the now-famous theory of relativity.

[Ringo, Paul, and George tried breaking the glass with one of the chairs]

John.

[They run offscreen]

Which, briefly explained, is simply a matter of taking two eggs.

[offscreen]

John!

[They charge at the glass with one of the columns, but it bounces with a bang]

Beating lightly, and adding a little salt and pepper to taste.

John!

[annoyed]

George.

How do we get them out?

Break the glass.

We can't!

It's Beatle-proof.

Nothing is Beatle-proof.