:29:01
Are you there too?
:29:03
Yes, my name's Brynjolf.
:29:07
We're supposed to try to sort
this
:29:10
business out.
:29:13
Now I thank my lucky stars
Brynjolf was there, not Ludvik.
:29:21
He's qualified to deal
with people like me.
:29:24
I belonged to the world of madmen.
:29:26
I was goo-goo and ga-ga, ding-dong,
bing-bong, round the bend.
:29:32
On the eternal last stop,
a professional loner.
:30:16
Don't you get any money?
:30:20
Don't you earn royalties for
all
:30:23
the Beatles' songs you've written?
:30:25
No, they take it all.
:30:27
I'm locked up in hospital
and send them the songs by
:30:32
telepathy.
:30:35
But the Beatles aren't
together any more.
:30:38
That doesn't matter.
:30:40
They still receive my telepathic
messages and release my songs.
:30:47
The Beatles are crap.
:30:50
They're jerks,
uneducated dockside kids.
:30:55
But they're better than Hitler.