I think ill die along with them. Seriously, they get me through my days
Yeah! I do understand that, I mean, seriously they are a real pert of my life too! I guess in some way I was luck of being not alive when John died, I mean, I love him so it would drive me totally nuts. I kind of remember how crazy I was at George death and it hurts still…
Reblog if you’d still fuck him
Pfft, no….I’m totally just reblogging because it’s a lovely picture of him…that’s all…
I could not… I mean I have always been a John’s girl more XD
Press: What do you think you’ve contributed to the musical field?
Ringo: Records.
Press: What is the biggest threat to your careers, the atom bomb or dandruff?
Ringo: The atom bomb. We’ve already got dandruff.
Press: When are you going to retire?
Ringo: In about 10 minutes.
Press: Who in the world would the Beatles like to meet more than anyone else?
Ringo: The real Santa Claus.
Press: Why is it that you Ringo get more fan mail than the others?
Ringo: I dunno. I suppose it’s because more people write me.
Press: Will you sing something for us?
All four: NO!
Press: Can you sing at all?
Ringo: No, we need money first.
Press: Would you ever accept a girl in your group if she could sing, play an instrument, and wear the Beatle haircut?
Ringo: How tall is she?
Press: You and the snow came to Washington at the same time today. Which do you think will have the greater impact?
Ringo: The snow. We’re going tomorrow.
Press: How tall are you, Ringo?
Ringo: Two feet, nine inches.
Press: Ringo, how do you manage to find all those parties?
Ringo: I don’t know. I just end up at them.
Paul: On tour we don’t get out much. Ringo’s always out though.
John: Ringo freelances.
Press: Ringo, what started your practice of wearing four rings at once?
Ringo: Six got to be too heavy.
Press: Ringo, why do you wear two rings on each hand?
Ringo: Because I can’t fit them through my nose.
Press: Were you worried about the oversized roughnecks who tried to infiltrate the airport crowd on your arrival?
Ringo: That was us.
Press: What did you think when your airplane’s engine began smoking as you landed today?
Ringo: Beatles, women, and children first!
Press: Are you a mod or a rocker?
Ringo: I’m a mocker.
Press: Beethoven figures in one of your songs. What do you think of Beethoven?
Ringo: I love him. Especially his poems.
Press: Do you like topless bathing suits?
Ringo: We’ve been wearing them for years.
Press: Do you worry about smoking in public? Do you think it might set a bad example for your younger fans?
George: We don’t set examples. We smoke because we’ve always smoked. Kids don’t smoke because we do.
They smoke because they want to. If we changed we’d be putting on an act.
Ringo (whispering): We even drink.
Press: How come the Beatles, rather than 200 other groups, clicked?
Ringo: Sometimes I try to figure that out, too.
Press: How do you feel about a nightclub called Arthur, named after your hair style?
George: I was proud—until I saw the nightclub.
Press: George, is the place you were brought up a bit like Greenwich Village?
George: No, more like the Bowery.
Press (to George): Hi, you’re not married.
George: No, I’m George.
Press: Don’t you ever get a haircut?
George: I had one yesterday.
Ringo: You should have seen him the day before.
Press: Do any of you have ulcers?
George: None that we’ve noticed.
Press (to George): Did you write “Ringo’s Theme”?
George: No, did you? You haven’t been reading the little bits of paper, have you, that says who writes “Ringo’s Theme”?
Press: Why are your speaking voices different from your singing voices?
George: We don’t have a musical background.
Press: Why don’t you smile, George?
George: I’ll hurt my lips.
Press: What is this about an annual illness, George?
George: I get cancer every year.
Press: What do you think you’ve contributed to the musical field?
Ringo: Records.
George: A laugh and a smile.
Press: What do you call that hairstyle?
George: Arthur.
Press: What do you do when you’re cooped up in a hotel room between shows?
George: We ice skate.
Press: What do you think of the criticism that you’re not very good?
George: We’re not.
Press: What do you think of the pamphlet calling you four communists?
Paul: Us, communists? Why we can’t be communists. We’re the world’s number one capitalists. Imagine us, communists!
Press: What will you do when the bubble bursts?
George: Take up ice hockey.
Paul: Play basketball.
Press: Where did you get your hair style?
Paul: From Napoleon. And Julius Caesar too. We cut it anytime we feel like it.
Ringo: We may do it now.
Press: Who thought up the name Beatles?
Paul: I thought of it.
Press: Why?
Paul: Why not?
Press: You were at the Playboy Club last night. What did you think of it?
Paul: The Playboy and I are just good friends.
