Let Me Hear Your Balalaikas Ringing Out


Paul: Ringo, I’ve done a painting of you. I hope you like it. It’s a remarkable likeness.

Ringo: Oh, that’s wonderful Paul!

Paul: Do you like it?

Ringo: I really like that one.

Paul: Will you buy it?

Ringo: No.

Paul: Ringo, I’ve done an abstract. I’ve done an abstract of you.

Ringo: Look at that.

Paul: I couldn’t get the hair good, though.

Ringo: It’s lovely.

Paul: I’ve done another one since then.

Ringo: You are clever. Is this me?

Paul: No, it’s the married one.


Paul: Ringo!

Ringo: Yes.

Paul: Packing!

Ringo: Who’s got room? I’ve got no room.

George: Here you are. I have.

Ringo: Great.

Paul: Ringo, packing!

Ringo: Excuse the mess. Packing.

Paul: There’s only a couple more things to go in. Can you get it in?

Ringo: There’s plenty of room in here.










John: Aren’t we going out?
Ringo: Yes, later.
John: Later?
Ringo: It’s early. It’s America, you know.
John: I know it’s America. I’ve noticed.

John: Aren’t we going out?

Ringo: Yes, later.

John: Later?

Ringo: It’s early. It’s America, you know.

John: I know it’s America. I’ve noticed.