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Once upon a time, or maybe twice, there was an unearthly paradise called Pepperland. 80,000 leagues beneath the sea it lay, or lie. I'm not too sure.

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The Chief 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! The Chief Blue Meanie: WHAAAAAAT?!?! [grabs Max by his ears] We Meanies only take NO for an answer! [drops down Max] IS THAT UNDERSTOOD, MAX?! Max: No, Your Blueness! The Chief Blue Meanie: That's better. Are the troops in readiness? Max: No, Your Blueness! Max: No! The Chief Blue Meanie: Clowns? Max: No! Max: No! The Chief Blue Meanie: Anti-Music Missile? Max: No! The Chief Blue Meanie: The Dreadful Flying Glove? Max: No! The Chief Blue Meanie: Splendid! Today, Pepperland goes blue-y! FIRE!

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Old Fred: Hey, what would your friends be doing here? Ringo: Displaying. Old Fred: Displaying what? Ringo: Dis-playing around.

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Old Fred: Oh, Frankenstein! Ringo: Yeah, I used to go out with his sister. Old Fred: His sister? Ringo: Yeah, Phyllis. Hey. I wonder what would happen if I pull this lever. Old Fred: Oh, you mustn't do that! Ringo: Can't help it, I'm a born Lever-puller. [pulls the lever] John: Hey, Ringo, I've just had the strangest dream. Ringo: I warned you not to eat on an empty stomach. Now listen to Old Fred. Old Fred: [speaking gibberish] Submarine! Explosions! Blue Meanies! [calmer] What do you think? John: [to Ringo] I think he needs a rehearsal.

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John: [walking down the hallway with Ringo and Old Fred] What day is it today? Ringo: Siturday. John: Then George will be in here. [opens a door]

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Ringo: George, what are you doing up there? George: [driving in Ringo's car] Now, what is it, Ringo? Is there a matter you'd like to take up... [drives up] or down? Ringo: [indicating Old Fred] This chap, here. Old Fred: [gibberish] Submarines! Explosions! Blue Meanies! Ringo and John: [along with Old Fred] Blue Meanies! George: Aw, you're nuts, the pair of ya. [drives off] Ringo: Whoa, hold on, that's my car, lad. George: How do you know it's your car, lad? Ringo: I know it anywhere. George: What's it like, then? Ringo: Red with yellow wheels. [the car changes colors] I mean blue with orange wheels. George: [stops the car] It's all in the mind. Ringo: Come on, Move over, I'm driving. George: No, I got here first. John: I'll drive you if you like. George: No, you sit in the middle. Ringo: No, I'm sitting in the middle. John: You said you were driving Ringo: I am driving. George: I'll get in the back, then. George: Do you think we're interrupting something? John: I think so. [closes the

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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! Paul: [while receiving a bouquet] What's the matter, fellas? Blue Meanies? 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. Old Fred: All right then. Let's get this vessel shipshape. George: I kind of like it the way it is. Submarine shape.

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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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Ringo: Look, there's another yellow submarine...and they're waving at us. John: Wave back. George: Maybe we're both part of a vast yellow submarine fleet. Ringo: There's only two of us. John: Well, then, I would suggest that yonder yellow submarine is none other than ourselves... Old Fred: Going backwards. John: In time.

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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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Paul: Look, it's a school of whales. Ringo: They look a little bit old for school. Paul: University then. Ringo: University of whales. [sits down] John: They look like drop-outs to me. Old Fred: You've got to steer clear! Ringo: [does so] Steer clear? Old Fred: Yes, steer clear! Ringo: Yes, dear. [presses one of the buttons] Old Fred: Now, whatever you do, don't touch that button! Ringo: Which button? Old Fred: That button. Ringo: This button? [presses another button, but ejects himself out of the submarine, screaming] Old Fred: [from inside the submarine] Oop. That was the panic button. Paul: Poor Ringo. George: Poor lad. Paul: Never did no harm to no one. John: Hey, lads, now that Ringo's gone, what do we do? Old Fred: Learn to sing trios. Paul: Nah, let's save the poor devil.

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George: Is that the motor? Fred: Can't you tell one when you see one? George: Course I can, let me peruse it. [pokes the motor and shocks himself] John: Well, what do you think? George: I think I burnt me finger...

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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. Ringo: Must be one of them angry young men. Paul: Or a daffy old creep. Jeremy: I, daffy old creep? 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: I must complete my bust, two novels, finish my blueprints, begin my beguine. 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. Ad hoc, ad loc and quid pro quo. So little time, so much to know. Paul: Hey, fellas. Look. Jeremy: The footnotes for my 19th book. This is my standard procedure for doing it. And while I compose it, I'm also reviewing it. 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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Ringo: Here, Bubo; Bubo! come with us! Jeremy: Really? You'd take a Nowhere Man?

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John: This place reminds me of Blackburn, Lancashire. Paul: Oh boy...

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John: If I could come in, here, I think the theory put forward by Einstein. Paul: [singing, to the tune of "Any Old Iron"] Any old Ein, any old Ein, any any any old Einstein. John: Could well be applied here. The people in the ball are obviously extensions of our own personalities, suspended, as it were, in time, frozen in space. George: Uh, John. John: According to the now-famous theory of relativity. George: John. John: Which, briefly explained, is simply a matter of taking two eggs. George: [offscreen] John! John: Beating lightly, and adding a little salt and pepper to taste. George: John! John: [annoyed] George. George: How do we get them out? John: Break the glass. Paul: We can't! Ringo: It's Beatle-proof. John: Nothing is Beatle-proof.

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Lord Mayor: They're exactly like the originals! Beatles: We are the originals.

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Jeremy: Ad hoc, ad loc, and quid pro quo, I've got to practice, let me go! Ringo: Jeremy! Can it be you? Jeremy: You must inquire with the guards, for when i was captured they took all my cards. Jeremy: What do you recommend? Fistocufs with the guard? [Ringo nodds] Oh guaarrdd, blue meanial! Left to the nostril, right uppercut, right to the eyebrow and left to the gut!

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The Chief Blue Meanie: Get back! Get back! Once more unto the breach, dear Meanies! You're advancing the wrong way! Retreat backwards! Get back there now! [begins to cry] My kingdom for a horse! [stops crying when he confronts Jeremy] I think I'll tear him up into little pieces. Jeremy: Oh, he does, does he? The Chief Blue Meanie: Yes, I think I'll make a blueburger out of him. Jeremy: I don't care what you think. [turns to go] The Chief Blue Meanie: Oh, you don't, eh?! [grabs Jeremy] We'll soon see about that! Jeremy: [cornered] He does, in truth, seem quite annoyed. Some reference material be-be-before I'm destroyed! [reading from his book] "Where ground is soft most often grows, arise! Arise! Arouse! A rose! [a rose sprouts on the Chief Blue Meanie's nose] A rosy nose? The Chief Blue Meanie: [throws Jeremy down] Speak your last piece! Jeremy: Peace! Peace! Supplant the doom and the gloom! Turn off what is sour! Turn into a flower and bloom! Bloom! Bloom! [roses sprout all over the C