Ringo: “Where’s the rum?”
Madonna: “How long do I have to hold your hand? I’m just here until you take your meds.”
Paul’s a sad sack sort of a drunk.
All of them have had one to five drinks. Hence, the empty glasses in the background.
There has to be something else in them Cokes to make them that nonchalant.
“Fancy a celebration?”
Paul: Why yes, I reckon you’re a good drummer, Ringo. I mean, you certainly weren’t our first choice, but, eh…we needed to get to Germany with someone on the percussion end of things.
They’re always trying to silence Ringo’s opinion in some form or another.
He looks even more doe-eyed and precious when he’s drinking.
