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.