JOHN: Eh, he's a nice old man, isn't he?
PAUL: Oh yeah, he's very clean, y'know....
GEORGE: It's Paul's grandfather.
SHAKE: Oh aye, but I thought ...
JOHN: No, that's his other one.
SHAKE: That's all right then.
JOHN: Clean though, isn't he?
SHAKE: Oh yes, he's clean all right....
MANAGER: Lord John McCartney, he's the millionaire Irish Peer, filthy rich of course.
CUSTOMER: Oh I don't know, looks rather clean to me....
GRANDFATHER: Lookit, I thought I was supposed to be getting a change of scenery and so far I've seen a train and a room, a car and a room and a room and a room. Well, that's maybe all right for a bunch of powdered gee-gaws like you lot but I'm feeling decidedly strait-jacketed. This is no life for a free-booting agent of my stamp. I'm a frustrated man and that class of McCartney is a dangerous McCartney.
GIRL: What a clean old man....
JOHN: You see. You know your trouble -- you should have gone West to America. You'd have wound up a Senior Citizen of Boston. As it is you took the wrong turning and what happened, you're a lonely old man from Liverpool.
GRANDFATHER: But I'm clean.....
The BOYS giggle and slap him on the back.
A train and a room, a car and a room and a room and a room. I think Biden will be spared the tedium of excessive traveling soon enough.
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