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“See, the way John’s voice cracks a little when he says ‘cry’ is really adorable,” George said.
“You sound pretty adorable yourself,” said Paul, “when you sing ‘Do You Want to Know a Secret.’”
“He does,” Ringo agreed. “Especially when he goes ‘Oooooh.’”
“What about Paul’s cute little ‘One, two, three, four!’ that starts off the record?” John put in. “And Ringo’s ‘All right, George!’ was cute. That’s what they’re all going to say about us. ‘They’re cute.’”
“…Was that our intent, though?” George asked. “Isn’t ‘cute’ kind of, I don’t know…antithetical to rock?”
“It’s what the girls like,” Ringo said with a shrug. “Parents, too. Exciting, but non-threatening.”
“That’s why Brian swapped out our leather jackets and jeans for suits,” said Paul. “Now we all match. We’re cute.”
“Really?” John asked. “Even me?”
“Especially you.”
“And me?” George asked.
“Yes, George, you, too.”
Ringo didn’t ask. He already knew he was cute.
None of them were pleased when the press started calling Paul “the cute Beatle.”
Ask them why.