A Hard Day's Night (film)

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A Hard Day's Night is a 1964 British musical comedy film starring The Beatles. The first film to star the group, it chronicles an average, fictionalized day in their lives as they avoid hysterical fans, rehearse for a television appearance and deal with the various issues that their fame has brought them.

Directed by Richard Lester. Written by Alun Owen.
THE BEATLES in Their First Full Length, Hilarious Action-Packed Film!


John: Hey, pardon me for asking, but who's the little old man?
Paul: Uh, what little old man?
John: That little old man.
Paul: Oh, he's my grandfather.
George: Your grandfather?
Paul: Yes.
George: That's not your grandfather.
Paul: It is, you know.
George: But I've seen your grandfather. He lives in your house.
Paul: Oh, that's my other grandfather, but he's my grandfather as well.
John: How do you reckon that one out?
Paul: Well, everyone's entitled to two, aren't they, and he's my other one.
John: We know that. But what's he doing here?
Paul: Well, my mother thought the trip would do him good.
Ringo: How's that?
Paul: He's nursing a broken heart.

John: Hello, grandfather.
Paul's Grandfather: Hello.
John: He can talk, then, can he?
Paul: Of course, he can talk. He's a human being, isn't he?
Ringo: Well if he's your grandfather, who knows, hahahahaha!!
John: And we're looking after him, are we?
Paul's Grandfather: I'll look after meself!
Paul: Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.
John: He's got you worried, then?
Paul: Him? He's a villian. A real mixer. And he'll cost you a fortune in Breach of Promise cases.
John: Gerron!
Paul: No, straight up!

George: What's the matter with you, then?
Ringo: It's his grandfather. I can tell he doesn't like me. It's cause I'm little.
George: Ah, you've got an inferiority complex, you have.
Ringo: Yeah, I know, that's why I play the drums - it's me active compensatory factor.

Man: Don't take that tone with me, young man. I fought the war for your sort.
Ringo: I bet you're sorry you won.
Man: I'll call the guard!
Paul: Aye ... but what? They don't take kindly to insults you know. Ah, come on, you lot. Let's get a cup of coffee and leave Toby the manger.
Paul: Hey, Mister, can we have our ball back?

Ringo: I don't snore!
George: You do, repeatedly!
Ringo: Do I snore, John?
John: Yeah, you're a window rattler, son.
Ringo: That's just your opinion. Do I snore, Paul?
Paul: With a trombone hooter like yours, it would be unnatural if you didn't.
Grandfather: Now, Paulie... don't mock the afflicted.
Paul: Ah, come off it, it's only a joke!
Grandfather: Aye, it may be a joke to you, but it's his nose. He can't help having a hideous great hooter! And his poor little head, trembling under the weight of it!

[Ringo goes to the closet to put his jacket away, opens the door, then promptly closes it and walks back to the others.]

Ringo: Hey, any of you put a man in the cupboard?
John: Nah.
George: Don't be soft!
Ringo: Well, somebody did.

[George goes to the closet, opens it, seeing the man inside, closes the door and comes back.]

George: He's right, you know.
John: There ya go.

Reporter: How did you find America?
John: Turned left at Greenland.

Reporter: Do you often see your father?
Paul: No, actually, we're just good friends.

Reporter: Are you a mod or a rocker?
Ringo: Um, no. I'm a mocker.

[John walks towards some stairs, a woman, Millie, notices him]
Millie: Hello!
John: Hello.
Millie: Oh, no, wait! You are-
John: I'm not.
Millie: Yes, you are, I know you are!
John: I'm not, no.
Millie: Well, you look just like him.
John: Do I? You're the first one that's said that, ever.
Millie: Yes, you do, look! [Shines an overhead light to a mirror on the wall for John to look at]
John: [After looking in the mirror] Nah, my eyes are lighter. See, me nose...
Millie: Yes, you're nose is very...
John: Is it?
Millie: I would say so.
John: I know him better, you know.
Millie: I do not. He's only a casual aquaintance.
John: That's what you say.
Millie: What have you heard.
John: [Whispers in her ear] It's all over the place.
Millie: Is it? Is it really?
John: Mmmhmm. I would have none of it, though. I stood up for you.
Millie: I knew I could rely on you.
John: Thanks.
Millie: [Looks at John with her glasses, then nods] You don't look like him at all.
[Jon shyly nods, puts his hat on and walks up the stairs, briefly looking back]
John: She looks more like him than I do.

Man: I suppose you realize this is private property!
George: Sorry we hurt your field, Mister!

Simon Marshall: We'd like you to give us your opinion on some clothes for teenagers.
George: Oh, by all means. I'd be quite prepared for that eventuality.
Simon Marshall: Well, not your REAL opinion, obviously. It'll be written out for you. Can you read?
George: Of course.
Simon Marshall: I mean lines, ducky, can you handle lines?
George: Well, I'll have a bash.
Simon Marshall: Good. Get him whatever it is they drink, uh, coke-a-rama? [hands George some shirts.] Now you'll like these. You'll really "dig" them. They're "fab," and all the other pimply hyperboles.
George: I wouldn't be seen dead in them. They're dead grotty.
Simon Marshall: "Grotty"?
George: Yeah. Grotesque.
Simon Marshall: [to Dolly, the secretary] Make a note of that word and give it to Susan. It's quite touching, really. Here's this kid, giving me his utterly valueless opinion, when I know for a fact that within a month he'll be suffering from a violent inferiority complex and loss of status because he isn't wearing one of these nasty things! Of course they're grotty, you wretched nit, that's why they were designed! But that's what you'll want.
George: No, I won't.
Simon Marshall: You can be replaced, chickie baby.
George: I don't care.

[Ringo has gone missing.]

Paul: Let's split up and find him!
John: Right.

[Paul goes one way, John and George follow him. Paul turns around, seeing John and George right behind him.]

John: We've become a limited company!


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