*John walks in the door, bags under his eyes. Paul comes skipping out with a frilly apron on.*
Paul: "Oh, John, goody! You're back! I made your favorite- tofu with tofu!"
John: "PLEASE, Macca, I had a very tough day at work."
Paul, placing the plates down, tears in his eyes: "Oh, you have? YOU had a tough day? What about MY day, John? We ALWAYS get to hear about your day! But what about my day?! Yoko this, and Yoko that, la-dee da dee da! UGH!" *Bawls hysterically.* "DO YOU EVER ASK WHAT I DID TODAY?!"
John, rolling his eyes: "Very well, Macca. What DID you do today?"
Paul: "Ummmmmm..." *takes a deep breath* "...can't remember."
John, irritantly: "Anything?"
Paul: "Not a thing."
John, attempting at holding back his anger: "Now I know how "Leave it to Beaver" stays on the air. Macca, you don't understand the tensions, the pressure I'm under! You don't know what I'm up against! It's very difficult the tasks I face everyday!"
John, in the recording studio: "Am I the only one who can write a good song around here?!"