What the Beatles would do.

John: *would be fine until someone sent their back food, then it's personal.*

Paul: *would be the a-little-bit-too-talkative waiter that annoys everyone.*

George: *the waiter that always arrives at the guests' table with an empty tray.*

Ringo: *dumps the food when he's only ten feet away from the table.*

What they would say.

John: Here, ma'am. *roughly slams the food down the the table* What do you mean you didn't order duck? Do I look like I can take it back? You know what rhymes with 'duck,' lady?

Paul: So then I said to Ringo, "Maybe on the next album!" *starts laughing uncontrollably, banging his fist on the table* Get it? *wipes a tear from his eye* What did you want to order again?

George: *puts an empty plate in front of a three-hundred pound man* Here's your seven pork chops, sir. *wipes sauce from his face and walks away.*

Ringo: *starts skipping to the table because the guests are giving him the hairy eyeball* Don't worry sir and ma'am, I coming! I know I'm la~ *trips over a table leg and face-plants the fancy carpet. The food ends up splattered all over the floral wallpapering.*