Yellow Submarine (1968)
John Clive: John Lennon
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Quotes
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John : I am the ego man, goo goo g'joob
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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!]
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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.
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John : Hello, there, blue people! Won't you join us? Hook up, and otherwise co-mingle? What do you say?
Chief Meanie : Max.
Max : Your Blue-, uh, I mean, er, Your Newness?
Chief Meanie : It's no longer a blue world, Max. Where could we go?
Max : Argentina?
John : Are you with us? Will you join?
Chief Meanie : Shall we?
Max : [nodding] No!
Chief Meanie : [threatening] Aargh!
Max : [hastily] N-n-y-y-y-y-Yes, Your Newness!
Chief Meanie : Yes, Max!
Jeremy : Yes! Ah, yes is a word with a glorious ring! A true universal utopious thing! Engenders embracing and chasing of blues, the very best word for the whole world to use!
Chief Meanie : Yes, let us mix, Max. I've never admitted it before, but my cousin is the bluebird of happiness!
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John : [singing] Nothing you can make that can't be made. No one you can save that can't be saved. Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time. It's easy. All You Need is Love. All You Need is Love. All You Need is Love, love. Love is all you need.
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[Jeremy is writing with his foot]
Jeremy : The footnotes for my nineteenth book. This is my standard procedure for doing it. And while I compose it, I'm also reviewing it!
George : A boob for all seasons.
Paul : How can he lose?
John : Were your notices good?
Jeremy : It's my policy never to read my reviews.
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John : [Frankenstein's monster has turned into John Lennon] Hey, Ringo, I've just had the strangest dream.
Ringo : I warned you not to eat on an empty stomach. Now listen to Old Fred.
Old Fred : [speaking gibberish] Submarine! Explosions! Blue Meanies!
[calmer]
Old Fred : What do you think?
John : [to Ringo] I think he needs a rehearsal.
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Paul : Groovy! How do you start this thing?
Old Fred : It starts with a Blue Meanie attack.
John : Well, supposing there are no Blue Meanies in the neighbourhood?
Old Fred : Oh, er, well, then you, um, start looking for a switch.
Ringo : [Ringo pushes a button that starts playing the first few notes of the song "All Together Now"] Perhaps this is it.
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John : Hey, Jeremy, what do you know about holes?
Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD. : There are simply no holes in my education.
Paul : You mean you haven't composed a "hole" book?
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Lord Mayor : It's quite uncanny, your faces.
Paul : We're quite cute, really.
Lord Mayor : You could pass for the originals!
John : We are the originals.
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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!
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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.
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John : It's time for time!
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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.
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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?
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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?
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John : It appears to be a group of fellas.
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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!
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[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.