What the Beatles would do.

John: *pushes the cart around and barks orders at Ringo.*

Paul: *would be spending his time in the cosmetics aisle trying to decided what kind and color of mascara he wants.*

George: *would walk up and down the candy aisle, sweeping armfuls of sweets off the shelves.*

Ringo: *trips over stuff and knocks things off the shelves all while John is screaming at him.*

What they would say.

John: Ringo, stop tripping over stuff and get that milk over here into the cart! No, don't~ Oh, great, he just knocked over an entire shelf. *looks around at the staring people surrounding him* I don't know him! He's not with me! *turns the cart around and walks away in the opposite direction.*

Paul: I can't decide what brand I want. *looks over at the woman next to him.* What kind do you buy? *receives an odd look.*

George: What are you staring at, lady? Don't judge me just because I have a load of Hershey bars! Yeah, that's right, you walk away! That'll teach you next time you go staring at people.

Ringo: Whoops! *knocks over a canned good* Agh! *knocks over another one in attempt to pick up the fallen one* FRACK! *knocks over an entire shelf, which sends food flying in every direction.*