Ringo Starr
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I could have sworn I was being followed by a yellow submarine... But that isn't logical now, is it? It must have been one of them unidentified flying cupcakes, or a figment of me imagination... But I don't HAVE an imagination.
Chief Blue Meanie
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Ah, here you are, my glovey-dovey. Go get thee hence, and destroy yon upstarts. Smash them, squash them, crush them!
O-BLUE-TERATE THEM! Jeremy Hillary Boob , Ph.D, the Nowhere Man
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[writing with his foot] The footnotes for my 19th book! This is my standard procedure for doing it; and while I compose it, I'm also reviewing it!
John Lennon
Dialogue
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Ringo: Oh! Your story has touched me heart. Jump in. We'll get me friends.
Old Fred: Oh, bless you!
Ringo: Did I sneeze?
[They drive the car across the hallway]
Old Fred: Just park it here.
Ringo: I'll just park it here.
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[In a room full of trophies]
Old Fred: Hey, what would your friends be doing here?
Ringo: Displaying.
Old Fred: Displaying what?
Ringo: Displaying around.
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Old Fred: Well, lads, what do you think?
John: Well, I think that-
Old Fred: Remember, there'll be rough seas ahead! What do you think?
Paul: Well, erm-
Old Fred: Pounding, overwhelming waves! What do you think of that, eh?
George: Well, I think that-
Ringo: As a matter of fact, I-
All: Well,
I think-
Old Fred: Well?
All: I've forgotten.
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Old Fred: I don't mean to alarm you, mates, but the years are going backwards!
George: What's that mean, Old Fred?
Old Fred: It means if we slip back in time at this rate, very soon we'll all disappear up our own existence!
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John: Hey, Jeremy, must you always talk in rhyme?
Jeremy: Ha-ha!
If I spoke prose, you'd all find out
I don't know what I talk about!
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George: A Boob for all seasons.
Paul: How can he lose?
John: Were your notices good?
Jeremy: It's my policy never to read my reviews!
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George: Hey! There's a Cyclops!
Paul: Can't be. It's got two eyes.
John: Must be a "bi-cyclops" then.
Ringo: There's another one.
John: A whole "cyclopedia"!
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George: John!
John: George?
George: How do we get them out?
John: Break the glass.
Ringo: We can't, it's Beatle-proof.
John: Nothing is Beatle-proof.
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Big Blue Meanie: Pepperland is a tickle of joy upon the blue belly of the universe...it must be scratched. Right, Max?
Max: [saluting] Yes, Your Blueness!
Big Blue Meanie: WHAT?! [he grabs Max by his ears] We Meanies only take
NO for an answer! Is that understood, Max?!
Max: No, Your Blueness!
Big Blue Meanie: That's better. Are the troops in readiness?
Max: No, Your Blueness!
Big Blue Meanie: The Bonkers?
Max: No!
Big Blue Meanie: Clowns?
Max: No!
Big Blue Meanie: Snapping Turks?
Max: No!
Big Blue Meanie: Anti-Music Missile?
Max: No!
Big Blue Meanie: The Dreadful Flying Glove?
Max: No!
Big Blue Meanie: Splendid! Today, Pepperland goes blue-y!
FIRE!
[Anti-Music Missile is fired, encasing Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band in a glass ball, General panic ensues] Partager la citation sur facebook
George: Is that the motor?
Fred: Can't you tell one when you see one?
George: Course I can, let me peruse it.
[George pokes the motor and electrocutes himself]
Fred: Well, what do you think?
George: I think I burnt me finger...
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[Passing themselves as they go backwards in time]
Ringo: Look, there's another yellow submarine ...and they're waving at us!
John: Wave back!
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John: You speak English?
Jeremy: Old English, middle, a dialect, pure.
Paul: Well, do you speak English?
Jeremy: You know, I'm not sure!
Ringo: He's so smart, he doesn't even remember what he knows.
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Jeremy: 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!
John: Well, can you tell us where we're at?
Jeremy: A true Socratic query, that!
John: Oh yeah? And who the Billy Shears are you?
Jeremy: Who? Ah, who indeed am
I?
[hands out several business card to the Beatles]
John: 'Jeremy?'
Paul: 'Hillary?'
George: 'Boob?'
Ringo: 'P'hhhhhhd.'
All:
Who?
Jeremy: Eminent physicist, polyglot, classicist,
Prize-winning botanist, hard-biting satirist,
Talented pianist. Good dentist too. Ha-ha!
George: Lousy poet.
Jeremy: Critic's voice, take your choice.
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