Old Fred: Now whatever you do, don't touch that button! Ringo: Which button? Old Fred: That button. Ringo: This button? [presses the button and is ejected] Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Old Fred: That was the panic button.   John: It appears to be a group of fellas.   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 picks up a hole and puts it in his pocket.] 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 is writing with his foot.] 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?   Back to Yellow Submarine