Yellow Submarine quotes

View Quote Mayor: Your Faces!
Paul: We're quite cute, really.

View Quote Paul: Groovy! How do you start this thing?
Young Fred: She starts with a Blue Meanie attack.
John: Well... supposing there are no Blue Meanies in the neighbourhood?
Young Fred: Oh, well, then you, um, start looking for a switch.

View Quote Paul: Look, it's a school of whales.
Ringo: They look a little bit old for school.
Paul: University then.
Ringo: University of whales.
John: They look like drop-outs to me.

View Quote Paul: Shhh!
George: What did you say?
Paul: Shhh!
George: Good plan.

View Quote Ringo: I wonder what would happen if I pull this lever.
Young Fred: You musn't do that!
Ringo: I can't help it, I'm a born Liver-pooler.[2]

View Quote Ringo: Jeremy! Can it be you?
Jeremy: Can it be me? I think you'd better inquire of the guards, for when I was captured, they took all my cards!

View Quote Young Fred: All right then. Let's get this vessel shipshape.
Ringo: I kind of like it the way it is. Submarine shape.

View Quote Young Fred: Help! Help! Help!
Ringo: No thanks, don't need any.
Young Fred: Won't you please, please help me!

View Quote Young Fred: Now whatever you do, don't touch that button!
'Ringo: Which button?
Young Fred: That one.
Ringo: This button? [presses the button and is ejected] Aaaahhhhh!
Young Fred: That was the panic button.

View Quote Young Fred: Oh! Frankenstein!
Ringo: Yeah, I used to go out with his sister.
Young Fred: His sister?
Ringo: Yeah, Phyllis.

View Quote [A boxing monster sees the submarine and is about to attack]
George: Hey, it's seen us!
John: Find the boxing button!
Paul: Whoever heard of a boxing button?!
George: Who cares? Find one!

View Quote [being swallowed by the vacuum monster]
John: The monster's packing in!
Young Fred: By all the sea nymphets! We're losing power!
George: We're being swallowed!
Paul: What should we do?
John: Serve tea?
Paul: Lovely.

View Quote [opening a door to find King Kong abducting a woman]
George: Do you think we're interrupting something?
John: I think so.

View Quote [The Beatles approach a small creature furiously typing away.]
Paul: Let us show him our motor!
John: Steady on! I mean, you don't want to be showing your motor to just anybody!
George: Yeah, but this is a nobody.
. . .
Jeremy: 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?
[Jeremy hands out some business cards.]
John: Jeremy…
Paul: Hilary…
George: Boob…?
[Ringo's card says Ph. D.]
Ringo: Phuddt!
All: Who?
Jeremy: Eminent physicist, polyglot cladicist, prize-winning botanist, hard-biting satirist, talented pianist. Good dentist, too! Ha-ha!
John: Lousy poet.
Jeremy: Critic's voice — take your choice!

View Quote [impersonating Blue Meanie Chief] Go glove. Lovely glove!