John: Hey, look at the talent. Let's give them a pull. 
Paul: Should I? 
George: Aye, but don't rush. None of your five-bar gate jumps and over sort of stuff. 
Paul: What's that supposed to mean? 
George: I don't know, I just thought it sounded distinguished-like. 
John: George Harrison, the Scouse of distinction! 


Oh how I love George Harrison