John: "This modeling seems like a bad idea. Do we even get the Sears catalog in England?"
Roger: "Sure we do. I love the underwear pages!"
Brian: "Rog, how's my hair?"
Freddie: "Shut up darlings, I'm being photographed!"
ROGER: Seriously, John, you're getting far too skinny. You need to get some meat on those bones.
JOHN: Yeah? At least people don't think I have breasts, honey.
FREDDIE: Now now, darlings. Let's not fight. Let's pose.
BRIAN: Why are all these teenage boys over here?
BRIAN: I'm freezing out here. Someone warm me up.
FREDDIE: I will in a moment dear...what are you doing, Rog?
ROGER: Your hands are so cute. They're so SOFT...
JOHN: I'm not here and I've never seen him before.
Freddie: "Well, I'm off the medication - homicidal tendencies be DAMNED!"
Roger: "I think the Robert Plant look works very well for me, eh John?"
John: "Not now, my lipstick isn't on straight!"
Brian: Hey Roger,
I hear John kissed a girl once.
Amazing, isn't it?
Roger: No shit? With that face?
John: Did not! Brian lies!
Freddie: Come on big boy,
take the photo. I'm waiting.
That's it! Do it to me!
I know you want me.
Sniff, I could have gotten a real job!
Why God Why! Now I'm probably
stuck with these 3 idiots
for over 20 years till I can retire!
Brian: "I rather like them (Freddie's sunglasses). Great for stargazing!"
Roger: "What? I'd like to borrow them after my next bender!"
Freddie: "I think they'd be fashionable to wear on stage!"
John: "My pants are WAYYYYY too tight -- did Phoebe wash everything in hot water again??"
Brian: "Look! The press!"
Freddie: "Ooh -- let me take THEIR picture, darling!"
Roger: "Wait, let me get a snap of me new perm first, it'll drive the girls crazy!"
John: (hiding) "AIIIIIEEEE! I've got a zit!"