What each Beatle would do.

John: *would be driving and singing annoyingly along to all the sucky songs on the modern pop station.*

Paul: *holds the roadmap and gives wrong directions to John from the passenger seat.*

George: *sits in the backseat with Ringo and ends up eating an entire box of Cheez-Its without sharing any with Ringo.*

Ringo: *attempts to start a game of I Spy, but no one else wants to play.*

What they would say.

John: Ooh, it's that Justin Bieber fellow. I know all the words to this song! *turns up the radio nearly to the maximum* Try to keep up, losers!

Paul: John, turn that down! *squints at the map* I think you need to take this exit right here. John, turn! Turn! TURN, FOR GOD'S SAKE! Wait, it's the next exit.

George: Get your hand away from my Cheez-Its, Ringo! This is my box, I bought it! *shakes head* God!

Ringo: What? I bought that box. You're eating my Cheez-It's, you sod!

George: Your Cheez-Its?!? I think you're mistaken, sir!

Ringo: Oh, just forget it. Okay, George, let's play I Spy With My Little Eye. I Spy something blue. Something blue, George. What's blue? Oh, he fell asleep . . .