Mike: Who broke the coffee pot? I’m not mad, I just want to know
George: I did it, I broke it
Mike: No. No, you didn’t. Davy?
Davy: Don’t look at me, look at John
John: What? I didn’t break it
Davy: Huh, that’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
John: Because it’s standing right in front of us and it’s broken!
John: No, it’s not
Peter: If it matters, probably not, Paul was the last one to use it
Paul: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap
Peter: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Paul: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Peter!
Micky: Okay, let’s not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Mike
Mike: No! Who broke it?
John: Ringo has been awfully quiet…
Ringo: Really? Oh my god!
Mike, to the camera: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict 10 minutes from now they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick
Mike: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here