Yellow Submarine (1968)
Dick Emery: Jeremy Hillary Boob, Ph.D. - Nowhere Man, Lord Mayor, Max
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Quotes
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Jeremy : Ad hoc, ad loc, and quid pro quo! So little time! So much to know!
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Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD. : If I spoke prose you'd all find out / I don't know what I talk about.
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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!
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George : Ok, men all aboard. Lets go somewhere.
Ringo : [Indicating Jeremy] What about him?
John : He's happy enough going around in circles.
Ringo : Aw, poor little fellow.
Paul : I don't know. Ringo's just a sentamentalist.
Ringo : Aw, look at him. Can't he come with us?
[he goes over to Jeremy]
Ringo : Hey, Mr Boob! You can come with us if you like.
Jeremy : You mean you'd take a nowhere man?
Ringo : Yeah, come on. We'll take you somewhere.
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[Jeremy is cornered by the Chief Meanie]
Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD. : He does, in truth, seem quite annoyed. Some reference material be-be-before I'm destroyed!
[reading]
Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD. : "Where ground is soft most often grows, arise! Arise! Arouse! A rose!
[a rose sprouts on the Chief Meanie's nose]
Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD. : A rosy nose?
Chief Meanie : Speak your last piece!
Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD. : 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 Chief Meanie]
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Chief Meanie : Ah, the hills are alive...
Max : [sings] ... with the sound of music!
Chief Meanie : [Punches Max] Who did it? Who is responsible for this?
Max : Rimsky-Korsakov?
[Chief Meanie shoots him, Blue Menial #3 stomps him into ground]
Max : [Poking his head up from ground] Guy Lombardo?
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John : Hello, there, blue people! Won't you join us? Hook up, and otherwise co-mingle? What do you say?
Chief Meanie : Max.
Max : Your Blue-, uh, I mean, er, Your Newness?
Chief Meanie : It's no longer a blue world, Max. Where could we go?
Max : Argentina?
John : Are you with us? Will you join?
Chief Meanie : Shall we?
Max : [nodding] No!
Chief Meanie : [threatening] Aargh!
Max : [hastily] N-n-y-y-y-y-Yes, Your Newness!
Chief Meanie : Yes, Max!
Jeremy : Yes! Ah, yes is a word with a glorious ring! A true universal utopious thing! Engenders embracing and chasing of blues, the very best word for the whole world to use!
Chief Meanie : Yes, let us mix, Max. I've never admitted it before, but my cousin is the bluebird of happiness!
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[Jeremy is writing with his foot]
Jeremy : The footnotes for my nineteenth 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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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?
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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.
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John : [in the Sea of Holes] This place reminds me of Blackburn, Lancashire.
Paul : [sings] Oh, boy!
George : How many do you think there are in all?
Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD. : Enough to fill the Albert Hall!
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Chief Meanie : Are the troops in readiness?
Max : No, Your Blueness!
Chief Meanie : The bonkers?
Max : Nope!
Chief Meanie : Clowns?
Max : No!
Chief Meanie : Snapping Turks?
Max : No!
Chief Meanie : Anti music missiles?
Max : No!
Chief Meanie : The Dreadful Flying Glove?
Max : No!
Chief Meanie : Splendid! Today Pepperland goes blue-y!
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Chief Meanie : [confronting Jeremy] I think I'll tear him up into little pieces.
Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD. : Oh, he does, does he?
Chief Meanie : Yes, I think I'll make a blue burger out of him.
Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD. : I don't care what you think.
[tries to leave, but the Chief Meanie grabs him]
Chief Meanie : Oh, you don't, eh? We'll soon see about that!
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Max : Here, your Blueness have some nasty medicine!
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Ringo : [seeing Jeremy captured by the Blue Meanies] Jeremy! Can it be you?
Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD. : Can it be me? I think you had better inquire of the guards, for when I was captured, they took all my cards.
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Paul : Gosh, look at all this dust.
[Paul picks some of the dust up]
George : Where does it come from?
Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD. : A chemical error, I'm quite imprecise. This is a condiment...
Ringo : Condi...
Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD. : ...a spice
Ringo : Ohh. He's right, ya know. It's a pepper.
Paul : Pepper?
[John blows the dust off Paul's hand]
John : Pepper.
Ringo : ACHOO!
George : ACHOO!
Headland Heads : AAA... .AAACHOO!
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Lord Mayor : Four scores and 32 bars ago, our four fathers
Old Fred : A quartet?
Lord Mayor : And four mothers
Old Fred : Another quartet?
Lord Mayor : Made their way in this yellow submarine.
Old Fred : What, that little thing?
Lord Mayor : To Pepperland.
