I think it needs a rehearsal.
Yellow Submarine (1968) · 73 quotes
Tied for most-quoted character in Yellow Submarine (1968): in 26 of its 73 quotes
Most scenes with: George Harrison (12), Ringo Starr (11), Paul McCartney (11)
Go glove. Lovely glove!
More lines from John Lennon
5 quotesThis place reminds me of Blackburn, Lancashire.
Maybe we're all part of a vast yellow submarine fleet.
It's time for time. [raises eyebrows repetitively]
I'm the ego-man, goo goo g'joob.
Scenes with John Lennon
20 scenesSteady on! I mean, you don't want to be showing your motor to just anybody!
Yeah, but this is a nobody.
. . .
Ad hoc, ad loc, and quid pro quo! So little time — ha ha! — so much to know!
Well, can you tell us where we're at?
A true Socratic query, that!
Oh yeah, and who the Billy Shears are you?
Who? Ah, who indeed am I?
Jeremy…
Hilary…
Boob…?
Who?
Eminent physicist, polyglot cladicist, prize-winning botanist, hard-biting satirist, talented pianist. Good dentist, too! Ha-ha!
Lousy poet.
Critic's voice — take your choice!
I must complete my bust, two novels, finish my blueprint, begin my beguine.
Hey, Jeremy, must you always talk in rhyme?
Ha-ha! If I spoke prose, you'd all find out, I don't know what I talk about!
Well fellas, now Ringo's gone. What should we do?
Learn to sing trios.
Nah, let's save the poor devil.
Hey Ringo, I just had the strangest dream.
I warned you not to eat on an empty stomach.
Find the boxing button!
Whoever heard of a boxing button?!
Who cares? Find one!
Is that the motor?
Can't you tell one when you see one?
Course I can. Let me peruze it. [places his finger on a part of the motor zapping him; he removes his finger from the motor]
What do you think?
I think I burned me finger.
Look, it's a school of whales.
They look a little bit old for school.
University then.
University of whales.
They look like drop-outs to me.
It's blue glass.
Must be from Kentucky, then.
Move over, I'm driving.
No, I got here first.
I'll drive if you like...
No, you sit in the middle.
No, I'm sitting in the middle.
You said you were driving.
I am driving.
I'll get in the back, then. [they drive off the screen] [CRASH!]
Do you think we're interrupting something?
I think so.
The monster's packing in!
By all the sea nymphets! We're losing power!
We're being swallowed!
What should we do?
Serve tea?
Lovely.
Groovy! How do you start this thing?
She starts with a Blue Meanie attack.
Well... supposing there are no Blue Meanies in the neighbourhood?
Oh, well, then you, um, start looking for a switch.
Hey, Jeremy, what do you know about holes?
There are simply no holes in my education.
You mean you haven't composed a "hole" book?
Hey! There's a Cyclops!
Can't be. It's got two eyes.
Must be a "bicycle-ops" then.
There's another one.
A whole "'cyclopedia"!
Four scores and 32 bars ago, our four fathers
A quartet?
And four mothers
A Mother quartet?
Made their way in this yellow submarine...
What, that little thing?
...to Pepperland.
Catchy tune, that.
I can't seem to get it out of my head.
Well shake it!
That's what we've been doing all night.
Oh?
Yeah, it was a great party.
And we brought back lots of lovely souvenirs. [takes out a kite string with a wind-up mistaken for a motor] Here's the motor.
And I've got a little...love! [the word "love" comes out of his hand]
And I've got a hole in my pocket [takes out a fake hole from his pocket]
A hole?
What can he do with half a hole?
Fix it to keep his mind from wandering! Ha ha!
What's the matter, John love? Blue Meanies?
Newer and bluer meanies have been sighted within the vicinity of this theater! There's only one way to go out.
How's that?
Singing!
What day is it today?
Siturday.
Then George will be in here. [opens a door]
Look, there's another yellow submarine...and they're waving at us.
Wave back.
There's only two of us.
Well, then, I would suggest that yonder yellow submarine is none other than ourselves...
Going backwards.
In time.
Medic, pedic, zed oblique, orphic, morphic, dorphic, Greek. Ad hoc, ad loc and quid pro quo, so little time, ha-ha, so much to know!
Well, can you tell us where we're at?
A true Socratic query, that!
Oh yeah? And who the Billy Shears are you?
Who? Ah, who indeed am I? [hands out several business card to the Beatles]
'Jeremy'…
'Hillary'…
'Boob'…
'P'hhhhhhd.'
Who?
Eminent physicist, polyglot, classicist, prize-winning botanist, hard-biting satirist, talented pianist. Good dentist too. Ha-ha!
Lousy poet.
Critic's voice, take your choice.
Must be one of them angry young men.
Or a daffy old creep.
I, daffy old creep?
You speak English?
Old English, middle, a dialect, pure.
Well, do you speak English?
You know, I'm not sure!
He's so smart, he doesn't even remember what he knows.
If I could come in, here, I think the theory put forward by Einstein.
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.
Uh, John.
According to the now-famous theory of relativity.
Which, briefly explained, is simply a matter of taking two eggs.
Beating lightly, and adding a little salt and pepper to taste.
John!
George.
How do we get them out?
Break the glass.
We can't!
It's Beatle-proof.
Nothing is Beatle-proof.
Get back! Get back! Once more unto the breach, dear Meanies! You're advancing the wrong way! Retreat backwards! Get back there now! [begins to cry] My kingdom for a horse! [stops crying when he confronts Jeremy] I think I'll tear him up into little pieces.
Oh, he does, does he?
Yes, I think I'll make a blueburger out of him.
I don't care what you think. [turns to go]
Oh, you don't, eh?! [grabs Jeremy] We'll soon see about that!
He does, in truth, seem quite annoyed. Some reference material be-be-before I'm destroyed! [reading from his book] "Where ground is soft most often grows, arise! Arise! Arouse! A rose! [a rose sprouts on the Chief Blue Meanie's nose] A rosy nose?
Peace! Peace! Supplant the doom and the gloom! Turn off what is sour! Turn into a flower and bloom! Bloom! Bloom! [roses sprout all over the Chief Blue Meanie] Bloom! Bloom! Bloom! Bloom! Bloom!
I'LL TEAR YOU TO PIECES!!! [screams as he is now covered himself with roses, and runs away with the rest of the Meanies]
First time I saw that Nowhere Man, that Nobody, "I" knew he was Somebody.
You're right. [calling out to the Blue Meanies] Hello, there, blue people! Won't you join us?! Hook up, and otherwise co-mingle?! What do you say?!
Your Blue - uh, I mean, er, Your Newness?
It's no longer a blue world, Max. Where could we go?
Argentina?
Are you with us?! Will you join?!
Yes! Ah, yes is a word with a glorious ring! [shakes hand with the Chief Blue Meanie] A true universal utopious thing! [helps Max up] Engenders embracing and chasing of blues, the very best word for the whole world to use! [dances away merrily]
Yes, let us mix, Max. [Max nodded] I've never admitted it before, but my cousin is the Bluebird of Happiness!