[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!
G George
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 hands out some business cards.]
Jeremy…
[Ringo's card says Ph. D.]
Phuddt!
Eminent physicist, polyglot cladicist, prize-winning botanist, hard-biting satirist, talented pianist. Good dentist, too! Ha-ha!
Critic's voice — take your choice!
G George
No, I got here first.
I'll drive if you like...
G George
No, you sit in the middle.
No, I'm sitting in the middle.
You said you were driving.
G George
I'll get in the back, then. [they drive off the screen] [CRASH!]
LM Lord Mayor
Four scores and 32 bars ago, our four fathers
LM Lord Mayor
And four mothers
LM Lord Mayor
Made their way in this yellow submarine...
LM Lord Mayor
...to Pepperland.
[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.
That's what we've been doing all night.
Yeah, it was a great party.
G George
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]
[throws down hole]
Well, half a hole anyway. I gave the rest to Jeremy.
G George
What can he do with half a hole?
Fix it to keep his mind from wandering! Ha ha!
[noticing John looking through a spyglass]
Hey! Look at John, will ya?
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.
OF Old Fred
I don't mean to alarm you, mates, but the years are going backwards!
G George
What's that mean, Old Fred?
OF Old Fred
It means if we slip back in time at this rate, very soon we'll all disappear up our own existence!
[Passing themselves as they go backwards in time]
Look, there's another yellow submarine...and they're waving at us.
G George
[They did so]
Maybe we're both part of a vast yellow submarine fleet.
Well, then, I would suggest that yonder yellow submarine is none other than ourselves...
OF Old Fred
Going backwards.
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]
Eminent physicist, polyglot, classicist, prize-winning botanist, hard-biting satirist, talented pianist. Good dentist too. Ha-ha!
Critic's voice, take your choice.
Must be one of them angry young men.
Old English, middle, a dialect, pure.
Well, do you speak English?
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.
[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.
According to the now-famous theory of relativity.
G George
[Ringo, Paul, and George tried breaking the glass with one of the chairs]
John.
[They run offscreen]
Which, briefly explained, is simply a matter of taking two eggs.
G George
[offscreen]
John!
[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.
G George
How do we get them out?
