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."