Post by The Collector on Aug 28, 2006 13:07:56 GMT
My Favourite film of all time!
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!
Old Fred: Oh! Frankenstein!
Ringo: Yeah, I used to go out with his sister.
Old Fred: His sister?
Ringo: Yeah, Phyllis.
Ringo: Hey, I wonder what'll happen if I pull this lever.
Old Fred: Oh, you mustn't do that now.
Ringo: Can't help it. I'm a born "Liver-pooler."
Paul: Let's show him our motor.
John: Steady on! I mean, you don't want to be showing your motor to just anybody.
John: If I could come in, here, I think the theory put forward by Einstein...
Paul: [singing] Any old Ein, any old Ein, any-any-any old Ein...
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: 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"!
Old Fred: All right then. Let's get this vessel shipshape.
Ringo: I kind of like it the way it is. Submarine shape.
Ringo: Hey, would you believe me if I told you I was being followed by a yellow submarine?
Police Officer: No, no, I would not.
Ringo: Oh, yeah, didn't think you would. I could've sworn I saw a yellow submarine. But that's not logic now. Is it? It must've been one of them "Unidentified Flying Cupcakes". Or a figment of me imagination. But I don't have an imagination.
Ringo: Liverpool can be a lonely place on a Saturday night, and this is only Thursday morning.
Old Fred: Hey, what would your friends be doing here?
Ringo: Displayin'
Old Fred: Displayin' what?
Ringo: Displayin' around
George: It's all in the mind.
[George tries to fix the sub's motor, receiving a huge electric shock instead]
Old Fred: What do you think?
George: I think I burnt me finger.
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?
John/Paul/George: 'Sub'scribers...
[groan]
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!
Old Fred: Oh! Frankenstein!
Ringo: Yeah, I used to go out with his sister.
Old Fred: His sister?
Ringo: Yeah, Phyllis.
Ringo: Hey, I wonder what'll happen if I pull this lever.
Old Fred: Oh, you mustn't do that now.
Ringo: Can't help it. I'm a born "Liver-pooler."
Paul: Let's show him our motor.
John: Steady on! I mean, you don't want to be showing your motor to just anybody.
John: If I could come in, here, I think the theory put forward by Einstein...
Paul: [singing] Any old Ein, any old Ein, any-any-any old Ein...
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: 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"!
Old Fred: All right then. Let's get this vessel shipshape.
Ringo: I kind of like it the way it is. Submarine shape.
Ringo: Hey, would you believe me if I told you I was being followed by a yellow submarine?
Police Officer: No, no, I would not.
Ringo: Oh, yeah, didn't think you would. I could've sworn I saw a yellow submarine. But that's not logic now. Is it? It must've been one of them "Unidentified Flying Cupcakes". Or a figment of me imagination. But I don't have an imagination.
Ringo: Liverpool can be a lonely place on a Saturday night, and this is only Thursday morning.
Old Fred: Hey, what would your friends be doing here?
Ringo: Displayin'
Old Fred: Displayin' what?
Ringo: Displayin' around
George: It's all in the mind.
[George tries to fix the sub's motor, receiving a huge electric shock instead]
Old Fred: What do you think?
George: I think I burnt me finger.
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?
John/Paul/George: 'Sub'scribers...
[groan]
