Paul: Today we are going to be doing something different.

John: Yes. We're going to teach Ringo how to sing and have George not eat anything for ten minutes.

George: *crosses arms* Who decided we were going to be put through this torture?

Ringo: Some evil fans. *looks at camera* You know who you are!

Paul: *sighs* Just roll with it, guys.

George: Easy for you to say. You don't have to not eat anything for ten minutes and learn how to sing.

Ringo: Hey. I know how to sing. *starts singing "Yellow Submarine"*

John: Needs work.

Paul: Yes. That's why I'm here to help you, Richard.

Ringo: *glares at him*

John: Come on, George. This is the test to see if you can go without eating food for ten minutes.

George: Can we cut that down to ten seconds?

John: No. *pulls out chair* Sit here.

George: No.

John: Sit here.

George: No.

John: Sit here!

George: No!

John: *grabs him by the shoulders and shoves him into the chair* There. *yells* Waiter!

Waiter: *scurries out and sets a plate of mashed potatoes, gravy, and a roll in front of George*

George: *reaches for it* I need to eat it!

John: *smacks his hands away* Control yourself. Where's Zen George now? Meditate or something.

George: I can't meditate when my nostrils are filled with the glorious smell of potatoes!

John: *starts timer*

Paul: Okay, Ringo. Give me an A.

Ringo: Ah.

Paul: That was a G. Give me an A.

Ringo: Ah.

Paul: That was a D. A!

Ringo: Ah.

Paul: Do you know what an A is?

Ringo: The first letter of the alphabet.

Paul: *face-palm*

John: Okay. You're a full minute in. How are you feeling?

George: *twitching*

John: Okay. Good.

Paul: This is an A, Ringo. Ah!

Ringo: *unenthusiastic* Ah.

Paul: That was a B.

Ringo: Want me to do a C now?

Paul: No. I want you to do an A.

Ringo: A.

Paul: Sing in the key of A!

Ringo: A?

Paul: Stop saying the letter.

Ringo: That's what you want me to do, right?

Paul: No! I want you to sing in the key of A. A! A!

Ringo: You sound like a pirate.

Paul: *pulls at hair*

John: Two minutes.

George: *drooling and twitching*

John: You don't look so good. Looking like that, you could get admitted into a psych ward.

Paul: If you can't do an A, give me a D.

Ringo: Ah.

Paul: You just did an A.

Ringo: Yay.

Paul: Now do a D.

Ringo: D.

Paul:

Ringo:

Paul:

Ringo:

Paul: You just did a D earlier. Why can't you do it now?

Ringo: I forgot how to do it now.

John: Five minutes. You look like a rabid dog.

George: *breathing heavily and rocking back and forth in chair*

John: You can do it! Just five more minutes!

George: I can't do it!

John: Yes, you can!

George: I can't do it!

John: Yes, you can!

George: *rocking chair back and forth* No! I! Can't!

John: *yells* Suck it up, you big baby!

George: I'm not a baby!

John: You're sure acting like it! Do you want me to get your pacifier?

George: *glares*

Paul: D, Ringo.

Ringo: Ah.

Paul: You're difficult, you know that?

Ringo: Yes, I do.

Paul: Are you doing this on purpose?

Ringo: No . . .

Paul: I know you are. You know how to sing! You're just acting like you don't!

Ringo: I know how to play guitar, too, but I still act like I can't.

Paul: Just shut up. This session is over.

Ringo: I can't believe you acted like I couldn't sing.

Paul: Well, you can't!

Ringo: *gasps*

Audience: *gasps*

Viewers Watching at Home: *gasps*

Ringo: How could you say such a thing?!?

Paul: *sighs* Great. Now everyone hates me.

Ringo: *harrumphs and turns nose up in the air*

John: George! You're at nine minutes and fifty seconds! You're going to make it!

George: *sucking on pacifier, looking content*

John: That pacifier was the best thing I ever did.

George: *mumbles around pacifier* I'm not a baby.

John: Sure, Geo. Sure. Whatever you say.

George: *glares*

John: You're there! Hip-hip-hooray!

George: *jerks pacifier out of mouth and chucks it across the stage where it hits the cameraman* *eats the plate of food so quickly it practically disappears*

John: *mouth hangs open*

George: *licking his fingers* That was the worst ten minutes of my life.