Old Fred:
Oh! Frankenstein!

Ringo:
Yeah, I used to go out with his sister.

Old Fred:
His sister?

Ringo:
Yeah, Phyllis.

Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD.:
If I spoke prose you'd all find out / I don't know what I talk about.

Paul:
Senile delinquents.

Old Fred:
Now whatever you do, don't touch that button!

Ringo:
Which button?

Old Fred:
That button.

Ringo:
This button?

Ringo:
Aaaahhhhh!

Old Fred:
That was the panic button.

John:
It appears to be a group of fellas.

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.

John:
Break the glass.

George:
We can't!

Paul:
It's Beatle-proof.

John:
Nothing is Beatle-proof!

Ringo:
Look, it's Father Christmas!

Paul:
That's not Father Christmas, that's Father Time.

Ringo:
How'd you know that?

Paul:
Well, I read it in a book.

John:
It's blue glass.

George:
Must be from Kentucky, then.

Ringo:
I've got a hole in my pocket.

Chief Meanie:
Pepperland is a tickle of joy on the blue belly of the universe. It must be scratched. Right, Max?

Max:
Yes, Your Blueness.

Chief Meanie:
WHAT? We Meanies only take "no" for an answer! Is that understood, Max?

Max:
No, Your Blueness!

Chief Meanie:
That's better.

Chief Meanie:
A thing of beauty; destroy it forever!

Old Fred:
Help! Help! Help!

Ringo:
No thanks, don't need any.

Old Fred:
Won't you please, please help me!

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 lever-puller.

John:
Hey Ringo, I just had the strangest dream.

Ringo:
I warned you not to eat on an empty stomach.

Jeremy:
Ad hoc, ad loc, and quid pro quo! So little time! So much to know!

Jeremy:
These are the footnotes for my nineteenth book. This is my standard procedure for doing it. And while I compose it, I'm also reviewing it!

John:
...Were your notices good?

Jeremy:
It's my policy never to read my reviews.

Chief Blue Meanie:
It's no longer a blue world, Max. Where can we go?

Max:
Argentina?

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"!

Old Fred:
All right then. Let's get this vessel shipshape.

Ringo:
I kind of like it the way it is. Submarine shape.

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?

John:
Fa-la. Dat dough!

Ringo:
Oh, your story has touched me heart. Jump in. We'll get me friends.

Old Fred:
Oh, bless you.

Ringo:
Did I sneeze?

Paul:
And do you speak English?

Jeremy:
Old English, Middle, a dialect pure.

George:
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!

Chief Blue Meanie:
Hee, hee hee hee hee! Oh, I haven't laughed so much since Pompeii.

Ringo:
Hey, would you believe me if I told you I was being followed by a yellow submarine?

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.

Paul:
What's the matter, John Love? Blue Meanies.

John Lennon:
Newer and bluer Meanies have been sighted in the vicinity of this theatre. There's only one way we can go out!

George:
How's that?

John Lennon:
Singing!

Ringo:
Liverpool can be a lonely place on a Saturday night, and this is only Thursday morning.

Paul:
Say, Ringo, you're not half the lad you used to be.

John:
This place reminds me of Blackburn, Lancashire.

Old Fred:
You've got to steer clear.

Ringo:
Steer clear?

Old Fred:
Yes, steer. Clear?

Ringo:
Yes, dear.

Old Fred:
"H" for "Hurry," "E" for "'Ergent,'" "L" for "Love me," and "P" for "P-P-P-Please help!"

George:
It's all in the mind.

George:
Hey, it's seen us! Find the boxing button!

Paul:
Whoever heard of a "boxing button"?

John:
Who cares! Find one!

Old Fred:
A quartet?

Old Fred:
Another quartet?

Old Fred:
What, that little thing?

John:
I am the ego man. Goo goo goo joob!

George:
He looks wrong.

Paul:
He doesn't look at all well.

George:
In fact, he's horrible.

John:
He's so ugly.

Old Fred:
What do you think?

George:
I think I burnt me finger.