Yellow Submarine (1968)

Peter Batten: George

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Quotes 

• [after Ringo ejects himself from the submarine] 

  Paul : Poor Ringo.

  George : Poor lad.

  Paul : Never did no harm to no one.

  John : Hey, lads, now that Ringo's gone, what do we do?

  Old Fred : Learn to sing trios.

  Paul : Naw, let's save the poor devil.

• George : Hey! There's a Cyclops!

  Paul : Can't be. It's got two eyes.

  John : Must be a "bicycle-ops" then.

  Ringo : There's another one.

  John : A whole "'cyclopedia"!

• George : Maybe time's gone on strike.

  Ringo : What for?

  George : Shorter hours.

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

  George , John , Paul : Why?

  Ringo : Well, it's a twenty four hour day, isn't it?

  John : You surprise me, Ringo.

  Ringo : Why?

  John : Dealing in abstracts.

• John : Break the glass.

  George : We can't!

  Paul : It's Beatle proof.

  John : Nothing is Beatle proof!

• George : It's all in the mind.

• Ringo : Move over, I'm driving.

  George : No, I got here first.

  Ringo : We'll drive if you like.

  George : No, you sit in the middle.

  John : No, I'm sitting in the middle.

  George : Who said you were driving?

  Ringo : I am driving.

  George : I'll get in the back, then.

  [they drive off camera] 

  George : [Crash!] 

• George : Ok, men all aboard. Lets go somewhere.

  Ringo : [Indicating Jeremy]  What about him?

  John : He's happy enough going around in circles.

  Ringo : Aw, poor little fellow.

  Paul : I don't know. Ringo's just a sentamentalist.

  Ringo : Aw, look at him. Can't he come with us?

  [he goes over to Jeremy] 

  Ringo : Hey, Mr Boob! You can come with us if you like.

  Jeremy : You mean you'd take a nowhere man?

  Ringo : Yeah, come on. We'll take you somewhere.

• George : Okay, instruments at the ready.

  John : Okay, on the beat of one, a-two, a-three, a-four, a-five, a-six.

  Ringo : Hey, can't you make it three?

  John : Oh, all right, on the beat of three: A-one, a-two, a-three.

• George : Yes, dey do look very nice, don't dey?

  Ringo : Yes, dey do.

  John : Dey do dough, don't dey?

  George : Yes, dey do.

  Ringo : Don't dey, dough?

  George : Dough?

  [Paul enters] 

  John : Fa-la. Dat dough!

• John : Well, in my humble opinion, we've become involved in Einstein's time space continuum theory.

  George : Oh, right.

  John : Relatively speaking, that is.

• Paul : [they're hiding from the Meanies in the gazebo]  Do you think they heard us?

  John : I hope not.

  Paul : Shhh!

  George : What did you say?

  Paul : Shhh!

  George : Good plan.

• Old Fred : [after they have all been turned into much younger versions of themselves]  Now I don't mean to alarm you, mates, but the years are going backwards.

  George : What does that mean, Old Fred?

  Old Fred : It means that if we slip back through time at this rate, pretty soon we'll all disappear up our own existance!

• [being swallowed by the vacuum monster] 

  John : The motor's packing in!

  Old Fred : By all the sea nymphettes! We're losing power!

  George : We're being swallowed!

  Paul : What should we do?

  John : Serve tea?

  Paul : Lovely.

• Old Fred : [the motor has conked out]  By Neptune's knickerbockers! She's puttered out!

  George : Maybe we should call a road service?

  Paul : Can't; no road.

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

  George , Paul , John : [cringing]  Subscribers! Oh.

• John : [in the Sea of Holes]  This place reminds me of Blackburn, Lancashire.

  Paul : [sings]  Oh, boy!

  George : How many do you think there are in all?

  Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD. : Enough to fill the Albert Hall!

• [opening a door to find King Kong abducting a woman] 

  George : Do you think we're interrupting something?

  John : I think so.

• Old Fred : All right then. Let's get this vessel shipshape.

  George : I kind of like it the way it is. Submarine shape.

• Ringo : George, what are you doing up there?

  George : [driving in Ringo's car]  Now, what is it, Ringo? Is there a matter you'd like to take up or down?

  Ringo : [indicating Fred]  This chap, here.

  Old Fred : [crazy gibberish]  Submarines! Explosions!

  Ringo , Old Fred , John : Blue Meanies!

  George : Aww, you're nuts, the pair of you.

  [drives off] 

  Ringo : Hey, that's my car, lad.

  George : How do you know it's your car, lad?

  Ringo : I know it anywhere. Red with yellow wheels.

  [the car changes colors] 

  Ringo : I mean blue with orange wheels.

  [the car changes colors again] 

  George : It's all in the mind.

• George : Hey, it's seen us!

  Old Fred : Fire the boxing button!

  Paul : Whoever heard of a "boxing button"?

  George : Who cares! Find one!

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

  Paul : [singing, to the tune of "Any Old Iron"]  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 personalities, suspended, as it were, in time, frozen in space.

  George : Uh, John.

  John : According to the now-famous theory of relativity.

  George : John.

  John : Which, briefly explained.

  George : John!

  John : Is simply a matter of taking two eggs.

  George : John!

  John : Beating lightly, and adding a little salt and pepper to taste.

• George : Do you speak English?

  Jeremy : Old English, Middle, Dialect, Pure.

  Paul : Well, do you speak English?

  Jeremy : You know, I'm not sure.

  Ringo : He's so smart he doesn't even remember what he knows!

• George : Not a Meanie in sight.

  John : Not even a teeny Meanie.

  Paul : Not even a teeny weeny Meanie.

  Ringo : Grace.

• George : [as Ringo pulls arrows out of himself]  How was it?

  Ringo : 'Arrowing.

• Old Fred : Well, lads, what do you think?

  George : I think that...

  Old Fred : Remember, there'll be rough seas ahead! What do you think?

  Paul : Well, um...

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

  John : Well, I think that...

  Ringo : As a matter of fact, I think that...

  George , Paul , John , Ringo : I think...

  Old Fred : Well?

  George , Paul , John , Ringo : I've forgotten.

• George : [singing]  Tiptoe through the meanies.

• George : As a matter of fact, there's a war on.

  John : Then brothers in war, to the skirmish must we hence! Shall we hence?

  Paul : Oh, let's not waste any more time sitting on the hence! Beatles to battle! Charge!

• George : Hey, he looks wrong.

  Paul : He doesn't look at all well.

  George : In fact, he's horrible.

  John : He's so ugly.

  All : Really ugly!

• Old Fred : [George tries to fix the sub's motor; receives a huge electric shock instead]  What do you think?

  George : I think I burnt me finger.

• [the Beatles have finally arrived in Pepperland] 

  John : Pepperland!

  George : Looks a bit salty around the edges.

• Old Fred : Now, whatever you do don't touch that button.

  Ringo : Which button?

  Old Fred : That one.

  Ringo : This one?

  [Ringo presses the button and is ejected from the submarine, ending up on a creature that gallops away.] 

  Old Fred : Oops, that was the panic button.

  Paul : Poor Ringo.

  George : Poor lad, never did no harm to no one.

  John : Hey lads, now that Ringo's gone, what are we gonna do?

  Old Fred : Learn to sing trios?

• George : It's all in the mind, you know!

• George : [referring to Dr. Jeremy Hillary Boob, Ph.D]  A Boob for all seasons!

• Paul : Gosh, look at all this dust.

  [Paul picks some of the dust up] 

  George : Where does it come from?

  Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD. : A chemical error, I'm quite imprecise. This is a condiment...

  Ringo : Condi...

  Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD. : ...a spice

  Ringo : Ohh. He's right, ya know. It's a pepper.

  Paul : Pepper?

  [John blows the dust off Paul's hand] 

  John : Pepper.

  Ringo : ACHOO!

  George : ACHOO!

  Headland Heads : AAA... .AAACHOO!

• [the Beatles just saw duplicates of themselves in a second yellow submarine] 

  George : Maybe we're both part of a vast yellow submarine fleet.

  Ringo : There's only two of us.

  John : Well, then, I would suggest that yonder yellow submarine is none other than ourselves...

  Old Fred : Going backwards.

  John : In time.

• [as the sub travels through the Sea of Time, the Beatles and Old Fred turn smaller and younger because the time is traveling backwards] 

  George : [as they reduce in size]  Hey, look, everything's getting bigger!

  John : It's not. It's us that are getting smaller.

• George : We're the spitting image of ourselves!

  Pepperland George : Golly yeah!

• George : Hey. That's a funny place to leave a goldfish bowl.