What jobs each Beatle would have.

John: *the manager/boss who always barks orders, but is too lazy to anything himself.*

Paul: *the cheery and helpful cashier.*

George: *the guy who makes the food but isn't allowed to eat it.*

Ringo: *the poor soul that has to clean the toilets.*

What the Beatles would each say.

John: What are you doing, George?!? Get that chip out of your mouth! No, flip the burger a different way! That's wrong too. Oh, just forget it!"

Paul: So the Whopper is pretty good, but doesn't help the hips any. Oh, not that you should cut back on Whoppers, ma'am.

George: Man, this job sucks. I spend my entire day around food but I can't eat anything! *sneak a fry into his mouth* What kind of sick world is this? *sneaks another one*

Ringo: *drags mop bucket around* I suppose my job could be worse. I could clean gas stations bathrooms. OH, MY GOD, WHAT IS THAT?