QUESTION: How are you feeling tonight, fellas?
DEREK TAYLOR: We're all ill, the lot of us.
QUESTION: Do you think the pandemonium you cause is ridiculous?
PAUL: Nothing's ridiculous when people enjoy themselves. We're not idols, you know. That's what the press makes us out to be, but it's all rubbish. We're just chaps.
QUESTION: Was there any need from a safety point to have avoided the fans at the airport?
PAUL: We don't think so, no. The police told us we couldn't go past them. It's mean not to let them have a wave. It's a lousy deal ... a dirty trick.
QUESTION: But the police say it was your manager's decision to duck out.
PAUL: It's a lie. Our manager wasn't even on the plane.
GEORGE: It was a dirty lying policeman who said that.
CATHOLIC PRIEST: What deficiency in American youth are you supplying?
PAUL: There's nothing like that. They just like our records.
PRIEST: What is your appeal?
RINGO: Our appeal is we're normal lads.
PRIEST: What are you rebelling against?
PAUL: We're not rebelling against anything.
PRIEST: Don't you hate your parents?
PRIEST: Well, don't you think all teenagers rebel against their parents?
PAUL: Well, it's the thing to do at a certain age. Didn't you when you were young?
PRIEST: Do you hate the press?
PAUL: Not at all. They're chaps. They've got a job to do.
PRIEST: Do you enjoy puttingthe press on?
RINGO: We're not putting on the press. We're just being ourselves.
PRIEST: How do the Beatles keep their psychic balance?
GEORGE: There's four of us, so if one goes a little potty, it's all right.