Yellow Submarine/Quotes

"Ringo: I've got a hole in me pocket."

"Fred: Frankenstein!

Ringo: Oh yeah, I used to go out with his sister.

Fred: His sister?

Ringo: Yeah, Phyllis. Hey, what would happen if I pulled this leever?

Fred: You mustn't do that!

Ringo: Can't help it, I'm a born Leever-pooler."

"Chief Blue Meanie: The Glove is losing its touch!"

"Fred: By Neptune's knickerbockers! She's puttered out.

John: Well, maybe we should call a road service.

Paul: Can't, no road.

Ringo: And we're not sub... scribers.

George, Paul, and John: Sub-scribers, ooh."

"George: Maybe time's goin' on strike.

Paul: What for?

George: Shorter hours.

Ringo: I don't blame it. It must be very tiring being time, mustn't it?

All: Why?

Ringo: Well, it's a 24-hour day, isn't it?"

"John: There's a school of whales!

George: They look a bit old for school.

Paul: University, then.

Ringo: University of W(h)ales?

John: Well, they look like drop-outs to me."

"(After retrieving Ringo from the "Injun" attack in the Sea of Monster)

John: How was it Ringo?

Ringo: (H)arrowing."

"(Having arrived in Pepperland)

Ringo: Pepperland! A bit salty around the edges."

"John: What day is it?

Ringo: Sitar-day.

John: Then George will be here."

"Jeremy: Thesis, antithesis, synthesis, causes of causal causation!

John: Hey, Jeremy. What do you know about holes?

Jeremy: There are simply no holes in my education!

Paul: You mean, you haven't composed a (w)hole book?

George: Oh, great! What should we do?

Jeremy: Be empirical. Look!"

"Fred: Well, lads, what do ya think?

John: Well, I think that...

Fred: Remember, there will be rough seas ahead. What do ya think?

Paul: Well, then, umm...

Fred: Pounding, overwhelming waves! What do ya think of that, eh?

George: Well, I think that...

Ringo: As a matter of fact, I--

All Beatles: I think...

Fred: Well?

All Beatles: I've forgotten!

Fred: Right, then, let's get this vessel all shipshape.

George: I kinda like the way it is: Submarine-shaped."

"George: (pointing) Hey, that's a funny place to leave a goldfish bowl. (The Fab Four wander off)

(Cut to the Fab Four near the giant ball)

John: In Pepperland, all things are possible.

Paul: It's not a goldfish bowl.

George: Just a big glass bowl, and--

Paul: Yeah, it's blue glass.

Ringo: Hey, it must be from Kentucky.

(Paul knocks on the glass, then the band appear)

John: Hey, there's something inside.

Ringo: Four fellas.

George: What are they doing there?

Paul: They're not having a ball. That's for sure.

Ringo: It can't be!

Paul: It's us.

John: But we're here.

Paul: It's Sgt. Pepper's--

Ringo: --Lonely--

George: --Hearts Club--

John: --Band.

George: The resemblance is truly striking.

John: If I could come in here, I think the theory put forward by Einstein--

Paul: Any old Ein Any old Ein/Any any any old Einstein

John: --could well be applied here. The people in the ball are obviously extensions of our own personality, suspended as it were in time, frozen in space according to the now-famous theory of relativity--

George: John!

John: which briefly explained, is simply a matter of taking two eggs--

George: John!

John: beating lightly, adding a little salt and pepper according to the taste--

George: JOHN!

John: Yes, George?

George: How do we get them out?

John: Break the glass.

(The remaining three shrug)

Paul: We can't.

George: It's Beatle-proof.

John: Nothing is Beatle-proof.

Paul: Hey, have you got your drumsticks with you? A drum break might shatter it!

Ringo: No, I haven't.

George: Have a look in your pocket.

Ringo: Hey, I've got a hole in me pocket! Hey, I wonder if-- (He puts the hole on the ball, letting out smoke) Yeah, it still works.

George: Ringo, we take back all we said.

John: You're a genius.

Paul: Sheer genius.

Ringo: I know, I know, I know. Like color telly.

John: Like crystal.

Paul: Hey, they're decanting."