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Who they would be.

John: *would be Joey*

Paul: *would be Rachel*

George: *would be Phoebe*

Ringo: *would be Ross*

What they would say.

John: So apparently I want to be an actor.

Paul: And apparently I'm married to Ringo.

Ringo: Lord help us.

George: And I apparently have to urge to write weird songs. *proceeds to write "Smelly Cat"*

John: You're kidding, right? You're naming a song, "Smelly Cat"?

George: Yeah. Why not?

Paul: Why do I have to be married to Ringo?!?

Ringo: I can't help but feel hurt.

John: Why not send his insult right back at him?

Ringo: Why do I have to be married to Paul?!?

Paul: Rude!

George: *singing* Smelly cat, smelly cat, what are they feeding you?

Paul: Oh, God, no.

George: Smelly cat, smelly cat, it's not your fault.

John: Kind of catchy.

George: They won't take you to the vet.

Ringo: What even is this?

Paul: I'm wondering the same thing.

John: Aw, look at the married couple, agreeing with each other!

Paul and Ringo: No, we're not!

George: *stills singing* You're obviously not their favorite pet.

Ringo: When does this end?

George: It may not be a bed of roses.

Paul: John, you have the permission to shoot me.

John: Really? I've been waiting for this my entire life! Hang on.

George: And you're no friend to those with noses. Okay. Finished!

Paul: The offer is over now, John.

John: Aw.

Ringo: What has my life become?