"George, have you told John how you feel?" Paul asked.

    "Yes, but he won't listen," George huffed.

    "John, have you told George how you feel?"

    "Yes, but he is stupid," John said.

    "I am not! I'll tell you who's stupid! You!" George jabbed him with his finger.

    "Hey, hey, hey!" Paul said, trying his best to break it up. "You're not supposed to get physical. Just tell each other your feelings without getting too snippy about it. And don't interrupt each other. George, you go first."

    "I just feel like he doesn't respect me around Yoko. We got ice cream and we had a great time, no snide remarks. Nothing. Then, as soon as we walk in the door, he starts treating me like garbage!"

    "That is not what happened!" John protested. "We got ice cream and when we got home, the first thing you said upon entering the house was something about Yoko being like the Wicked Witch."

    "She brought that on herself," George said, crossing his arms. "She scared the living daylights out of me when we got there. On purpose!"

    "She was asking you if you wanted any tea," John said, looking at him funny.

    "In a menacing way. I'll bet she put something in there." George nodded.

    "Are you insane?" John asked, serious. "She was just trying to be nice and then you call her that!"

    "When is she ever nice?" George exclaimed.

    Paul leaned over and muttered to Ringo, "I don't think this is going well."

    "Yeah," Ringo agreed. "This isn't how therapy goes."

    "Break it up, will you?" Paul said, waving his arms. "Just get over it! George, you're supposed to forgive and forget, right?"

    George didn't say anything.

    "John, how about you keep Yoko away from him so he doesn't have a panic attack when he sees her."

    "You're picking sides!" John screamed, pointing. "You're just telling him to forgive and forget, and then you're telling me to keep her away from him like she's some kind of rabid animal!"

    "No, I'm being completely neutral," Paul said.

    "Sure sounds like it!" John snorted. "What kind of therapist are you, anyway? You don't even have a license!"

    "He has a license for sassing people," Ringo mumbled.

    "What was that?" Paul asked.

    "Nothing," Ringo said hurriedly.

    "I think you just insulted me!"

    "No, I didn't."

    "Yes, you did!"

    "Look, now they're in a fight," George said, annoyed. "Hey, Paul! You're supposed to be counseling us! Not fighting with him!"

    "I can fight with whoever I want to fight with!" Paul shrieked. He shoved Ringo.

    "Hey!" Ringo shoved him back, and before long they got into a full-blown shoving match.

    Linda pulled them apart. "This handcuff thing is just tearing you apart even more."

    "What do you know?" Paul snapped.

    Linda raised her eyebrows. "I know a lot, Paul. I think you should just take the handcuffs off and go your own separate ways. Maybe by Monday you'll be better and more tolerate of each other."

    "How is that supposed to work?" Paul asked.

    "I'm just saying, maybe if you take a break from each other for a few days, everything will be better," Linda suggested.

    "I think that's a great idea," John said, looking sideways at George.

    "Yeah, I agree," George said, elbowing John.

    Paul looked at Ringo.

    "I hate to say it, but I think it's a good idea too," Ringo said, shrugging. "To be honest, I've had enough of having to spend three hours getting in the bathroom with you each morning." He looked Linda. "You do realize he spends three hours prepping himself, right? You're aware of what you're getting into?"

    "Yes, I do," Linda sighed. She pulled the keys out of her pocket. "Here are the keys. Take them if you want."

    "Yippee!" John hollered, snatching the key and unlocking his cuff. He then hurdled the fence and ran away. There was the sound of tires squealing on the asphalt and honking.

    "Sounds like he almost got hit by a car," George said with amusement, unlocking his side. "I feel like a new man, Paul. Really do." He gave him the thumbs-up and left.

    Paul looked bummed out. He turned to Ringo. "Well, looks like it's just you and me, bud."

    "Where are you getting that at?" Ringo asked incredulously, taking the keys and unlocking his side of the handcuffs. "I'm out of here! Two days with you is long enough!"

    "Now no one is handcuffed to me," Paul said, glum. He then perked up. "Linda, honey?"

    "No," she said firmly and walked inside, slamming the door.