Yellow Submarine (1968)

Paul: Let's show him our motor.
John: Steady on! I mean, you don't want to be showing your motor to just anybody.

George: Hey, he looks wrong.
Paul: He doesn't look at all well.
George: In fact, he's horrible.
John: He's so ugly.
All: Really ugly.

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 "Liver-pooler."

John: It's blue glass.
Ringo: Must be from Kentucky.

Chief Meanie: 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.

George: It's all in the mind.

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

George: Do you speak English?
Jeremy: Old English, Middle, 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.

Paul: What's the matter fellows? Blue Meanies?

Ringo: Nothing ever happens to me. I'd jump in the River Mersey but it looks like rain.

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

Ringo: Oh, your story has touched me heart. Jump in. We'll get me friends.
Old Fred: Oh, bless you.
Ringo: Did I sneeze?

Chief Meanie: What, what, what! The glove is losing his touch.

George: Okay, instruments at the ready.
John: Okay, on the beat of one, a-two, a-three, a-four, a-five, a-six.
Ringo: Hey, can't you make it three?
John: Oh, all right, on the beat of three: A-one, a-two, a-three.

John: Hey, Jeremy, what do you know about holes?
Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD.: There are simply no holes in my education.
Paul: You mean you haven't composed a "hole" book?

John: I am the ego man, goo goo g'joob.

Old Fred: All right then. Let's get this vessel shipshape.
George: I kind of like it the way it is. Submarine shape.

Old Fred: You've got to steer clear.
Ringo: Steer clear?
Old Fred: Yes, steer. Clear?
Ringo: Yes, dear.

Lord Mayor: It's quite uncanny, your faces.
Paul: We're quite cute, really.
Lord Mayor: You could pass for the originals.
John: We are the originals.

John: Break the glass.
George: We can't.
Paul: It's Beatle proof.
John: Nothing is Beatle proof.