Yellow Submarine Edit

A ha! You fools!

A one, a two, a three, a four, a five, a six.

A chemical error and quite imprecise. This is a condiment...

A million billion Meanies.

A rosy nose?

A true Socratic query, that.

A true, universal, euphonious thing.

A turn of the screw, and all is...

Ad hoc, ad loc and quid pro quo.

Ad hoc, ad loc and quid pro quo.

Ahem, er...

Aim, fire!

All right, lads, time to stow the gab and turn to.

All right, let's sing.

All right, the coast is clear.

Always was.

And adding a little salt and pepper...

And destroy yon upstarts.

And did you bring help?

And having pointed, pounce down!

And I can hear my beard growing.

And none the worse for our adventures.

And quiet.

And this is only Thursday morning.

And we brought back lots of lovely souvenirs.

And we're not sub scribers.

And while I compose it, I'm also reviewing it.

And who the Billy Shears are you?

Are the troops in readiness?

Are you Bluish?

Are you with us?

Argentina?

Arise, arise, arouse, a rose.

At least that's something.

Band.

Be empirical. Look.

Be specific.

Beatles to battle. Charge!

Because as a matter of fact there's a war on.

Bless my metronome.

Blue Meanio!

Boob?

Booby, Jeremy, Hillary, where are you?

Bring in my Bloobers.

Buck up, and otherwise go mingle.

But I don't have an imagination.

But my cousin is the Bluebird of Happiness.

But that isn't logical, is it?

But this is a nobody.

But which? Which one?

But would you agree that we have been passing through the Sea of Time?

But, sir, I can't even make my soap float.

By all the sea nymphets, we're losing power.

By Neptune's knickerbockers, she's puttered out.

Can it be me? I think you'd better inquire of the guards,

Can you tell us the way to Pepperland?

Can you tell us where we're at?

Can't help it. I'm a born lever puller.

Can't we take one of these?

Can't you tell one when you see one?

Causes of causal causation.

Cavey, cavey.

Clever lad.

Climb aboard, Young Fred.

Come on, Ringo!

Come on, we'll take you somewhere.

Compared with my life, Eleanor Rigby's was a gay, mad whirl.

Crash them!

Critic's voice, take your choice.

Cut outs at the ready. Then let's cut out.

Didn't Old Fred mention something about the Sea of Holes

Displaying.

Do I hear music?

Do I see... Young Fred?

Do you know any more?

Do you recommend fisticuffs versus the guard?

Do you think we're interrupting something?

Do your worst!

Don't you think we should ask somebody for directions?

Down the hatch. A quite curious phrase.

Duet, sir?

Duet?

Eminent physicist, polyglot, classicist,

Enough to fill the Albert Hall.

Even a little snatch of a tune might get him up again.

Excuse us...

Explode them!

Find a boxing button.

Finish the quartet.

Fire one!

Fire!

Fire!

First time I saw that Nowhere Man, that nobody,

Five?

Fix it to keep his mind from wandering.

For when I was captured, they took all my cards.

Forward!

Frankenstein?

Frozen in space, according to the now famous Theory of Relativity,

Funny... a submarine remarkably like our own.

George, what are you doing up there?

George?

Get back there now!

Get back! Get back!

Glove, Glove, come here, Glove!

Go get thee hence

Go, Glove, lovely Glove.

Go, Glove, point!

Good plan.

Gosh, look at all this dust!

Great. Come on, let's all look for the Sea of Green.

Great. Let's go.

Great. What shall we do?

Groovy. How do you start this thing?

Guy Lombardo?

Ha ha, bloom, ha ha, bloom, bloom, bloom...

Ha ha, I don't care what you think.

Half a hole, anyway. I gave the rest to Jeremy.

Have you got your drumsticks with you? A drum break might shatter it.

He does in truth seem quite annoyed,

He does, does he?

He may not have seen one before.

He reminds me of my old English teacher.

He was over there.

He wouldn't do that. He's our friend.

He's a clever lad, isn't he?

He's been bonked.

He's happy enough going around in circles.

He's probably one of the nothings.

He's so smart, he doesn't even remember what he knows.

He's so ugly.

Hello there, blue people.

Hello, brother.

Help, help, help!

Help! Help!

Help! Won't you please, please help me?

Here, lads. Look at this.

Here, pussy, pussy, pussy. Here, pussy, pussy.

Here, your Blueness, have some nasty medicine.

Hey, fellas. Look.

Hey, I wonder what would happen if I pulled this lever.

Hey, that's a funny place to leave a goldfish bowl.

Hey, wait, and watch.

Hide!

Hillary?

Hiya, baby!

Holy pizzicato, Young Fred.

How many do you think there are in all?

Hurry, Young Fred. Go! Get help!

Hydrolate, verdant chrysodine.

I can't stop her.

I could have sworn there was a yellow submarine.

I don't know. Ringo's just a sentimentalist.

I don't want to alarm you, but the years are going backwards.

I feel like an old, splintered drumstick.

I haven't laughed so much since Pompeii!

I kind of like the way it is, submarine shape.

I know something about motors. Let me have a look.

I know, I know, I know.

I mean, blue with orange wheels.

I mean, your Newness!

I must complete my bust, two novels, finish my blueprints, begin my beguine.

I must work it into my New Statesman piece.

I see footsteps.

I think he needs a rehearsal.

I think I'll tear him up into little pieces.

I think so.

I think that...

I think the theory put forward by Einstein could well be applied here.

I think we're near the Sea of Green.

I think...

I used to go out with his sister.

I want my mam.

I warned you not to eat on an empty stomach.

I wonder if... Yeah, it still works.

I, daffy old creep?

I'd jump into the River Mersey, but it looks like rain.

I'm appointing you Lord Admiral.

I'm glad I'm not young any more.

I'm glad you asked me that.

I'm led to believe that you're an extension of my personality.

I've got a hole in my pocket.

I've got a hole in my pocket.

I've never admitted it before,

If I could come in here...

If I spoke prose, you'd all find out, I don't know what I talk about.

If we slip back through time at this rate,

In Einstein's time space continuum theory.

In fact, he's horrible.

In genders embracing and chasing of blues,

In my humble opinion, we've become involved

In Pepperland, all things are possible.

Indians!

Is anybody home?

Is that understood, Max?

Is there a matter you'd like to take up

It must be scratched.

It must be very tiring being time, mustn't it?

It must have been one of them unidentified flying cupcakes

It starts with a Blue Meanie attack.

It's a local inhabitant.

It's all in the mind, you know.

It's all in the mind.

It's all in the mind.

It's awfully quiet. What shall we do, Jeremy?

It's easy. All you need is love.

It's getting better all the time.

It's my policy never to read my reviews.

It's no longer a blue world, Max.

It's not polite to point!

It's not very light in here, is it?

It's not. It's us that are getting smaller...

It's quite uncanny, your faces...

It's seen us.

It's speeding up now.

It's time for time.

It's wonderful to be here, it's certainly a thrill.

Its usage undoubtedly on the increase.

Jeremy, can it be you?

Jeremy, what do you know about holes?

Jeremy!

Jeremy?

John, you haven't half got a big mouth, haven't you?

John?

Jump in, we'll get my friends.

Lads, now Ringo's gone, what are we gonna do?

Learn to sing trios.

Left to the nostril, right uppercut,

Let us not forget that heaven is blue.

Let's exude.

Let's get the other two, John.

Let's not waste time sitting on the hence.

Liverpool can be a lonely place on a Saturday night.

Look at him. Can't he come with us?

Look at John, will you?

Look at Ringo.

Look at that!

Look out there, and what do you see?

Look out.

Look who's back. Full speed ahead.

Look, everything's getting bigger.

Look, if you must shout, shout quietly.

Look, the hands are slowing down.

Look. They're all asleep.

Looks like nothing.

Lord Admiral? In that event, yes.

Lord Mayor, sir... I've made it, I'm back.

Lord Mayor, sir... unbonk yourself.

Made it in this yellow submarine...

Maybe we're both part of a vast yellow submarine fleet.

Medic, pedic, zed oblique, orphic, morphic, dorphic, Greek.

Metrocyclonic and stereophonic,

Move the hands forward, see what happens.

Mr. Boob, you can come with us, if you like.

Must you always talk in rhyme?

My dear friend...

My kingdom for a horse!

My little Glovey dovey.

Never did no harm to no one.

Newer and bluer Meanies have been sighted

No time for trivialities.

No, I would not.

No, let's save the poor devil.

No, no... Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

No, your Blueness.

No, Your Blueness.

No. I only work with my mates.

Not a chance.

Not here, Young Fred. They wouldn't dare.

Not if you're on the bottom.

Nothing ever happens to me.

Nothing ever happens to me.

Now listen to Old Fred.

Now, what is it, Ringo?

Now, whatever you do, don't touch that button.

Now's our chance.

Oblue terate them!

Of course I can. Let me peruse it.

Oh dear, we're all the same.

Oh no, not the dreaded vacuum flask again.

Oh yeah, I didn't think you would.

Oh, boy...

Oh, guard!

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yes is a word with a glorious ring,

Okay, Booby. Down the hatch.

Okay, men, all aboard. Let's go somewhere.

Okay, you guys. It's shrinking time in Pepperland.

On the beat of three... A one, a two, a three...

Once more unto the breach, dear Meanies!

Once upon a time...

One?

One... two... three... four

Open your mouth, it won't hurt.

Or a figment of my imagination.

Or down?

Or lie, I'm not too sure.

Or maybe twice, there was an unearthly paradise called...

Or was it old?

Paul?

Peace, peace, supplant the doom and the gloom.

Pepper.

Pepperland is a tickle ofjoy on the blue belly of the universe.

Pepperland.

Pepperland. A bit salty around the edges.

Perhaps this is it.

Play it!

Poor little fella.

Pounding, overwhelming waves. What do you think of that?

Prize winning botanist, hard biting satirist,

Puss, puss puss. Puss, puss, puss. Here, pussy.

Put her in reverse.

Really ugly!

Relax, lads. Not a Meanie in sight.

Remember, there'll be rough seas ahead.

Reminiscent in many ways of the late Mr. Ulysses.

Repair, revive, revamp, renew. Ipse dixit, just turn the screw.

Reverse! Reverse!

Right to the eyebrow, left to the gut.

Right, Max?

Right, men. We've made it.

Right, then, let's get this vessel shipshape.

Rimsky Korsakov?

Ringo, I've just had the strangest dream.

Ringo, we take back all we said.

Run for it.

Safe at last.

Senile delinquents.

Sergeant Pepper?

Shall we hence?

Shh, that's enough, Jeremy.

Shh! Keep the noise down.

Should we really... show him our motor?

Sir, Sir, the Blue Meanies are coming!

Smash them! Squash them!

So little time, so much to know.

So little time, so much to know.

So long, sucker.

So, press a button.

So, this is a submarine.

So, what do you think?

Soft, isn't it?

Solo!

Some reference material before I'm destroyed.

Somebody push a button.

Something strange is happening.

Sound off, one, two, three, four...

Speak your last piece!

Splendid!

Steady now, crew. Prepare to go forward.

Subscribers...!

Supposing there's no Blue Meanies in the neighbourhood?

Suspended, as it were, in time,

Thanks, I don't need any.

Thanks.

That things aren't as rosy as they appear to be under the surface?

That was the panic button.

That would explain a few things.

That.

That's better.

That's where the gear's kept. Come on.

The booby's making more and more sense.

The footnotes for my 19th book.

The Glove, the Glove, the Glove!

The Meanies are coming! The Meanies are coming!

The Meanies captured everything that maketh music.

The middle South Midlands Victorian phase.

The people in the ball are obviously extensions of our own personalities,

The resemblance is truly striking.

The Sea of Holes... into the Sea of Green.

The very best word for the whole world to use. Ha ha!

Then George will be here.

Then I would suggest that yonder yellow submarine is ourselves

Then it must be a bi Cyclops.

Then you start looking for a switch.

Then, brothers in war, to the skirmish must we hence.

There are simply no holes in my education.

There goes Ringo again.

There goes Ringo.

There must be a word for what he is.

There she blows!

There you are,

There you are, lads. Old Fred will get you out of all this.

There's a school of whales.

There's an eye in the apples.

There's only one way to go out.

There's only two of us.

There's someone in it. Look.

There's something inside.

Thesis, antithesis, synthesis,

They couldn't be much with a name like that.

They hate music that much, do they?

They look cute when they're asleep. Almost human.

They shrink at the very sound.

They would. They are. What are you going to do?

They're coming this way.

They're decanting.

They're not having a ball, that's for sure.

Thing of beauty... destroy it for ever!

This chap here...

This is my standard procedure for doing it.

This motor, I see, has a broken down thing.

This one?

This place reminds me of Blackburn, Lancashire.

Through one of them slots must be the Sea of Green.

Time's fast running out for us, I'm afraid.

Today, Pepperland goes bluely!

Tomorrow, the world!

Trio, sir?

Try one of those doors.

Turbo prop, super combustible spring.

Turn into a flower and bloom, bloom.

Turn off what is sour,

Uh oh, wrong one.

Uncannily.

Very soon we'll all disappear up our own existence.

Wait a minute, that's my car.

Wave back.

We are the originals.

We Meanies only take no for an answer.

We'd better do something.

We'd better find Paul, hadn't we?

We'd like to take you home with us.

We'd love to take you home.

We'll get other instruments, Lord Mayor.

We'll soon see about that.

We're being swallowed. What shall we do?

We're quite cute, really.

Well, correct me if I'm wrong, gentlemen,

Well, lads, what do you think?

Well, then, um...

Well, you'll soon put a stop to that, won't you, Glovey?

Were your notices good?

What a grand bandstand.

What about him?

What can he do with half a hole?

What do you say? Sing it.

What do you think?

What time is it?

What would your friends be doing here?

What you need is...

What?! What?! The Glove is losing his touch.

What's happening, John?

What's that mean, Old Fred?

What's the matter, fellas? Blue Meanies?

What's the matter, John? Blue Meanies?

When do we leave?

Where are your instruments?

Where could we go?

Where did it come from?

Where ground is soft most often grows,

Where should I go?

Where's Jeremy?

Which, briefly explained, is simply a matter of taking two eggs...

Who cares? Find one.

Who is responsible for this?

Who? Who indeed am I?

Whoever heard of a boxing button?

Why don't we show him our motor?

Will you join?

Within the vicinity of this theatre.

Woe... is me.

Won't you join us?

Would you believe me if I told you I was being followed by a yellow submarine?

Yeah, it was a great party.

Yeah, without a doubt.

Yes, dear.

Yes, I think I'll make a blueburger out of him.

Yes, let us mix, Max.

Yes, they do look very nice, don't they?

Yes, they do.

Yes, yes. Look.

Yes, your Newness!

You could impersonate them and rally the land to rebellion.

You could pass for the originals.

You do, Lord Mayor.

You don't look Bluish.

You don't want to show your motor to just anybody.

You don't, eh?

You mean you haven't composed a whole book?

You mean, you'd take a Nowhere Man?

You mustn't do that.

You took the words right out of my mouth, John.

You're a genius, a sheer genius.

You're advancing the wrong way! Retreat backwards!

You're nuts, the pair of you.

You're such a lovely audience,

You've got to steer clear.

Young Fred, the Blue Meanies are coming!

Your Blue...

Your story has touched my heart.

4 scores and 32 bars ago,

80,000 leagues beneath the sea it lay,

A boob for all seasons. How can he lose?

and foremothers... Another quartet?

And I've got a hole in my pocket. A hole?

And they're waving. It's a group of fellas.

Anti music missiles? No.

Bad scene, lads. We're surrounded. Oh, heck.

Bless you! Did I sneeze?

But how'll we get over...? Easy. Follow me.

But we're here. It's Sgt. Pepper's...

Can't we do something to the clock? What do you mean, John?

Can't you make it three? All right.

Carry on, lads, carry on. Certainly was carrying on.

Catchy tune, that. I can't seem to get it out of my head.

Clowns? No.

Come on. Let's get out of here. On tiptoe.

Condi... A spice.

Dealing in abstracts. Just because I'm a drummer...

Dey will, won't dey? Won't dey, dough.

Displaying what? Displaying around.

Do you ever get the feeling... Yeah.

Do you speak English? Old English, middle, a dialect, pure...

Do you think they heard us? I hope not.

Don't ask. Dat's dough.

Don't dey, dough? Dough?

Forward. Forward.

Forward. Forward.

Four fellas. What are they doing there?

Glove? Glove?

Glove? Glove?

going backwards... ... in time!

He fixed it. He fixed it?

He looks wrong. He doesn't look at all well.

He's not here now. He must have jumped ship, then.

He's right, you know. It's pepper. Pepper?

Here comes Ringo! 'H' is for hurry...!

Here is the motor. And I've got a little love.

Here. Is that the motor?

His sister? Yeah. Phyllis.

How do I look? Groovy. How about me?

How do we get them out? Break the glass.

How do you know it's your car? I'd know it anywhere.

How do you know? I read it in a book.

How was it, Ringo? 'Arrowing.

How's that? Singing.

I am driving. I'll get in the back, then.

I don't half feel funny. You're not half the lad you used to be.

I don't half miss Ringo. He's far out there.

I feel a draft. We must be near the Sea of Holes.

I knew he was somebody. You're right.

I want my mam. and younger.

I'll drive, if you like. No, you sit in the middle.

I'm sitting in the middle. You said you were driving.

I'm sorry about that. But he did fix the motor.

Instruments at the ready. Okay, on the beat.

It can't be. It's us.

It's a pair of kinky boot beasts. Preparing to attack.

It's all a load of Father Xmas's. It's not. It's Father Time.

It's blue glass. It must be from Kentucky.

It's not a goldfish bowl. Just a big glass bowl, then.

John! ... beating lightly

John! George?

just before the Sea of Green? Yeah.

Just park it here. I'll just park it here.

Let's show him our motor. Steady on.

Like coloured telly. Like crystal.

Log sign, clog sign, big thingamabob. What's he saying?

Lonely... Hearts Club...

Look what I found. It's their uniforms.

Look. Breakfast. I'm dying for a bit of brekky.

Looks all dingy. And drab.

Lost in the Monstrous Sea. Sea of Monsters.

Maybe time's gone on strike. What for?

Maybe we should call a road service. Can't. No road.

Move over, I'm driving. I got here first.

Must be one of them angry young men. Or a daffy old creep.

Nice bit of gear, that. They'll look great on, eh?

No, I haven't. Have a look in your pocket.

Not even a teeny Meanie. Not even a teeny weeny Meanie.

Oh, no. The motor's packing in.

One, two, three, four... Five.

One, two, three... Four.

One, two... Three.

Or for bad. Or for worse.

our forefathers... Our quartet?

Ph. D.? Who?

Poor Ringo. Poor lad.

Relatively speaking, that is. Of course.

Rides well, doesn't he? 'E' is for ergent...

Ringo time. 'L' is for love me...

Serve tea. Lovely.

Shall we? No!

Shorter hours. I don't blame it.

Snapping Turks? No.

Sound off, one, two, three... Four.

Steer clear? Yes, steer. Clear?

talented pianist, good dentist, too. Lousy poet.

Tell him, Max. Someone running, Glove.

That was lovely, Jeremy. We've lost the sub for good.

That's the hatch, friend. Indeed.

The Bonkers? No.

The dreadful Flying Glove? No.

The foothills of what? The foothills of the headlands.

The hills are alive... ... with the sound of music.

The whole world's being attacked. What do you want me to do?

Then shake it. That's what we've been doing all night.

There's a Cyclops. Can't be. He's got two eyes.

There's another one. A whole cyclopedia.

They do, though, don't they? Yes, they do.

They look a bit old for school. University, then.

Three? Two.

Tiptoe through the Meanies... Shh!

Too much. Too soon.

Two? One.

University of Whales. They look like dropouts to me.

We can't. It's Beatle proof. Nothing is Beatle proof.

We'll be sucked into oblivion. Or even further.

We're the spitting image of each other. Golly, yeah.

Well, do you speak English? You know, I'm not sure.

Well, I think that... As a matter of fact, I...

Well? I've forgotten.

What are we gonna do, then? We could always try a few buttons.

What day is it? Sitarday.

What did you say? Shh!

What do we do? Coagulate with the crowd.

What do you say? Max?

What do you think it is? Nothing.

What do you think? I think I burned my finger.

What kind of a sea is this? The Sea of Science.

What, that little thing? to Pepperland.

What's he doing? Chewing gum will do the job.

What's it look like, then? It's red with yellow wheels.

Where are we? A holey sea.

Where are we? It looks like the foothills.

Which button? That one.

Who? Who?

Who? Who?

Who's this? Our Lord Mayor.

Why? It's a twenty four hour day, isn't it?

Yes, I'm the alter ego man. And I'm the ego man, goo goo, g'joob.

Yes, Max... Yes.

Yes, Your Blueness. What?!

You surprise me, Ringo. Why?

...and all is new.

...Blue Meanies!

...Blue Meanies!

...Blue Meanies!

'H' for hurry, 'E' for ergent,

'H' is for hurry, 'E' is for ergent, 'L' is for love me...

'L' for love me and 'P' for p p please help.

'P' is for please...

'P' is for... goodbye?