Dan: What is it Al? The coach on the ridge? Them four mop tops?
Al: It’s the Beatles, Dan. Quartet of cunts, borne by wind and wagon from darkest Liverpool to blow their jugs here, in our fucking camp.
Johnny: Ringo’s my favorite.
Dan: What is it Al? The coach on the ridge? Them four mop tops?
Al: It’s the Beatles, Dan. Quartet of cunts, borne by wind and wagon from darkest Liverpool to blow their jugs here, in our fucking camp.
Johnny: Ringo’s my favorite.