Paul McCartney What's the matter fellas? Blue meanies?
Voiced by Geoffrey Hughes 
Yellow Submarine (1968) · 73 quotes
Yellow Submarine (1968) · 73 quotes
Tied for 4th most-quoted character in Yellow Submarine (1968): in 15 of its 73 quotes
Most scenes with: John Lennon (11), George Harrison (8), Ringo Starr (6)
Say, Ringo, you're not half the lad you used to be.
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13 scenes Paul [The Beatles approach a small creature furiously typing away.]
Let us show him our motor!
Steady 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?
Paul Hilary…
Boob…?
All
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!
Well fellas, now Ringo's gone. What should we do?
Old Fred
Learn to sing trios.
Paul Nah, let's save the poor devil.
Find the boxing button!
Paul Whoever heard of a boxing button?!
Who cares? Find one!
Mayor
Your Faces!
Paul We're quite cute, really.
Paul Look, it's a school of whales.
They look a little bit old for school.
Paul University then.
University of whales.
They look like drop-outs to me.
By all the sea nymphets! We're losing power!
We're being swallowed!
Paul What should we do?
Serve tea?
Paul Lovely.
Paul 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.
Paul You mean you haven't composed a "hole" book?
Hey! There's a Cyclops!
Paul Can't be. It's got two eyes.
Must be a "bicycle-ops" then.
There's another one.
A whole "'cyclopedia"!
Paul Shhh!
What did you say?
Paul Shhh!
Good plan.
Lord Mayor
Four scores and 32 bars ago, our four fathers
A quartet?
Lord Mayor
And four mothers
A Mother quartet?
Lord Mayor
Made their way in this yellow submarine...
What, that little thing?
Lord Mayor
...to Pepperland.
Paul [The Beatles are shown as their live action selves, after It's All Too Much ends.]
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?
Paul 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.
Paul 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]
Paul A hole?
What can he do with half a hole?
Paul Fix it to keep his mind from wandering! Ha ha!
Paul 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!
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'…
Paul 'Hillary'…
'Boob'…
'P'hhhhhhd.'
All
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.
Paul Or a daffy old creep.
I, daffy old creep?
You speak English?
Old English, middle, a dialect, pure.
Paul 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.
Paul [singing, to the tune of "Any Old Iron"]
Any old Ein, any old Ein, any any any old 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.
[They charge at the glass with one of the columns, but it bounces with a bang]
Beating lightly, and adding a little salt and pepper to taste.
John!
How do we get them out?
Break the glass.
Paul We can't!
It's Beatle-proof.
Nothing is Beatle-proof.