Yellow Submarine (1968)
Peter Batten: George
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Quotes
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George : It's all in the mind.
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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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Old Fred : [after they have all been turned into much younger versions of themselves] Now I don't mean to alarm you, mates, but the years are going backwards.
George : What does that mean, Old Fred?
Old Fred : It means that if we slip back through time at this rate, pretty soon we'll all disappear up our own existance!
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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 : 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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George : [singing] Tiptoe through the meanies.
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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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George : It's all in the mind, you know!
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George : [referring to Dr. Jeremy Hillary Boob, Ph.D] A Boob for all seasons!
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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.
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George : We're the spitting image of ourselves!
Pepperland George : Golly yeah!
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George : Hey. That's a funny place to leave a goldfish bowl.