[The Beatles approach a small creature furiously typing away.]

Let us show him our motor!

Steady on! I mean, you don't want to be showing your motor to just anybody!

Yeah, but this is a nobody.
. . .

Ad hoc, ad loc, and quid pro quo! So little time — ha ha! — so much to know!

Well, can you tell us where we're at?

A true Socratic query, that!

Oh yeah, and who the Billy Shears are you?

Who? Ah, who indeed am I?

[Jeremy hands out some business cards.]

Jeremy…

Hilary…

Boob…?

[Ringo's card says Ph. D.]

Phuddt!

Who?

Eminent physicist, polyglot cladicist, prize-winning botanist, hard-biting satirist, talented pianist. Good dentist, too! Ha-ha!

Lousy poet.

Critic's voice — take your choice!