# " Ансамбль "Beatles" Сценарий фильма "Жёлтая подводная лодка"

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Ансамбль "Beatles". Сценарий фильма "Жёлтая подводная лодка". Yellow Submarine Feature-Length Animated Movie Directed by George Dunning Dennis Abey (live action sequence) Produced by George Dunning Written by The Beatles (title song) Lee Minoff (screen story) Al Brodax (screenplay) Jack Mendelsohn Erich Segal Starring The Beatles (epilogue) Paul Angelis, John Clive, Dick Emery, Geoffrey Hughes, Lance Percival, Peter Batten (voices) Distributed by United Artists Released June 6, 1968 Running time 85 min (USA) Language English

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" Ансамбль "Beatles" Сценарий фильма "Жёлтая подводная лодка"

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Ансамбль "Beatles". Сценарий фильма "Жёлтая подводная лодка". Yellow Submarine Feature-Length Animated Movie Directed by George Dunning Dennis Abey (live action sequence) Produced by George Dunning Written by The Beatles (title song) Lee Minoff (screen story) Al Brodax (screenplay) Jack Mendelsohn Erich Segal Starring The Beatles (epilogue) Paul Angelis, John Clive, Dick Emery, Geoffrey Hughes, Lance Percival, Peter Batten (voices) Distributed by United Artists Released June 6, 1968 Running time 85 min (USA) Language English

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Yellow Submarine Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Yellow Submarine Script Once upon a time ormaybe twice, there was an unearthly paradise called Pepperland. leagues beneath the sea itlay, orlie, I'm not too sure. Pepperland is a tickle ofjoyon the blue belly ofthe universe. It must be scratched. Right, Max? - Yes, Your Blueness.- What?! We Meanies only take no for an answer. Is that understood, Max? No, Your Blueness. That's better. Are the troops in readiness? No, your Blueness. - The Bonkers?- No. - Clowns?- No. - Snapping Turks?- No. - Anti-music missiles?- No. - The dreadful Flying Glove?- No. Splendid! Today, Pepperland goes bluely! Fire! The Meanies are coming!The Meanies are coming! Glove, Glove, come here, Glove! Look out there,and what do you see? - Tell him, Max.- Someone running, Glove. Well, you'll soon put a stop to that,won't you, Glovey? Go, Glove, point! And having pointed, pounce down! I haven't laughed so much since Pompeii! What?! What?!The Glove is losing his touch. Do your worst! Explode them! It's not polite to point! Thing of beauty...destroy it for ever! Sir, Sir, the Meanies are coming! Not here, Young Fred.They wouldn't dare. They would. They are.What are you going to do? Finish the quartet. Fire! Trio, sir? Duet, sir? Duet? Solo! Young Fred,the Blue Meanies are coming! scores and bars ago, - our forefathers...- Our quartet? - and foremothers...- Another quartet? made it in this yellow submarine... - What, that little thing?- to Pepperland. Climb aboard, Young Fred. But, sir, I can't evenmake my soap float. I'm appointing you Lord Admiral. Lord Admiral?ln that event, yes. Hurry, Young Fred.Go! Get help! Where should I go? No time for trivialities. In the town where I was born Liveda man who sailed to sea Andhe told us ofhis life In the land ofsubmarines So we sailed on to the sun Till we found the sea ofgreen And we livedbeneath the waves In our Yellow Submarine We all live in a Yellow Submarine Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine We all live in a Yellow Submarine Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine And ourfriends are all aboard Manymore ofthem live next door And the bandbegins to play We all live in a Yellow Submarine Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine We all live in a Yellow Submarine Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine Full speedahead, Mr. Boatswain.Full speedahead. Full speeditis, sir. Action stations!Action stations! Aye, sir, aye. Captain, Captain! As we live a life ofease Every one ofus has all we need Sky ofblue andsea ofgreen In our Yellow Submarine We all live in a Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine, We all live in a Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine, We all live in a Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine Ah, look atall the lonely people Ah, look atall the lonely people EleanorRigby Picks up the rice in the churchwhere a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window, wearing the facethatshe keeps in ajarby the door Who is itfor? All the lonely people Where do theyall come from? All the lonely people,where do theyall belong? FatherMcKenzie, writing the wordsofa sermon thatno-one will hear No-one comes near Look athim working, darning his socksin the night when there's nobody there What does he care? All the lonely people,where do theyall come from? All the lonely people,where do theyall belong? Ah, look atall the lonely people Ah, look atall the lonely people EleanorRigby, diedin the churchand was buriedalong with hername Nobody came FatherMcKenzie, wiping the dirtfrom his hands as he walks from the grave No-one was saved All the lonely people,where do theyall come from? All the lonely people,where do theyall belong? Woe... is me. Liverpool can be a lonely placeon a Saturday night. And this is only Thursday morning. Compared with mylife,EleanorRigby's was a gay, mad whirl. Nothing ever happens to me. Ifeellike an old,splintered drumstick. I'd jump into the River Mersey,but it looks like rain. Nothing ever happens to me. Puss, puss-puss.Puss, puss, puss. Here, pussy. Here, pussy, pussy, pussy.Here, pussy, pussy. Ahem, er... Would you believe me if I told you I wasbeing followed by a yellow submarine? No, I would not. Oh yeah, I didn't think you would. I could have swornthere was a yellow submarine. But that isn't logical, is it? It must have been one ofthemunidentified flying cupcakes or a figment of my imagination. But I don't have an imagination. Help, help, help ! Thanks, I don'tneedany. Help! Won't you please,please help me? Be specific. ..Blue Meanies! What you need is... 'H' for hurry, 'E' for ergent,'L' for love me and 'P' for p-p-please help. Hiya, baby! Your story has touched my heart.Jump in, we'll get my friends. - Bless you!- Did I sneeze? - Just park it here.- I'll just park it here. - What would your friends be doing here?- Displaying. - Displaying what?- Displaying around. - Can't we take one ofthese?- No. I only work with my mates. Frankenstein? I used to go out with his sister. - His sister?- Yeah. Phyllis. Hey, I wonder what would happenif I pulled this lever. You mustn't do that. Can't help it.I'm a born lever-puller. Ringo, I've just hadthe strangest dream. I warned you not to eaton an empty stomach. Now listen to Old Fred. ..Blue Meanies! What do you think? I think he needs a rehearsal. When do we leave? Let's get the other two, John. - What day is it?- Sitarday. Then George will be here. George, what are you doing up there? Now, what is it, Ringo? Is there a matteryou'd like to take up or down? This chap here... ..Blue Meanies! You're nuts, the pair ofyou. Wait a minute, that's my car. - How do you know it's your car?- I'd know it anywhere. - What's it look like, then?- It's red with yellow wheels. I mean, blue with orange wheels. It's all in the mind. - Move over, I'm driving.- I got here first. - I'll drive, ifyou like.- No, you sit in the middle. - I'm sitting in the middle.- You said you were driving. - I am driving.- I'll get in the back, then. Do you think we'reinterrupting something? I think so. We'd better find Paul, hadn't we? It's all in the mind. Try one ofthose doors. - Yes, they do look very nice, don't they?- Yes, they do. - They do, though, don't they?- Yes, they do. - Don't dey, dough?- Dough ? - Don't ask.- Dat's dough. What's the matter, fellas?Blue Meanies? Well, lads, what do you think? -I think that...-Remember, there'll be rough seas ahead. So, what do you think? Well, then, um... Pounding, overwhelming waves.What do you think ofthat? - Well, I think that...- As a matter offact, l... I think... - Well?- I've forgotten. Right, then,let's get this vessel shipshape. I kind of like the way it is,submarine shape. - So, this is a submarine.- Soft, isn't it? Not ifyou're on the bottom. All right, lads,time to stow the gab and turn to. Groovy. How do you start this thing? It starts with a Blue Meanie attack. Supposing there's no Blue Meaniesin the neighbourhood? Then you start looking for a switch. Perhaps this is it. One, two, three, four Can lhave a little more? Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten Ilove you A, B, C, D Can lbring myfriend to tea? E, F, G, H, l, J Ilove you Sail the ship Chop the tree Skip the rope Look atme All togethernow All togethernow (all togethernow),all togethernow (all togethernow) All togethernow (all togethernow),all togethernow Black, white, green, red Can I take myfriend to bed? Pink, brown, yellow, orange andblue Ilove you (All togethernow) All togethernow (all togethernow),all togethernow (all togethernow) All togethernow, All togethernow (all togethernow),all togethernow (all togethernow) All togethernow (all togethernow),all togethernow (all togethernow) All togethernow Sail the ship Chop the tree Skip the rope Look atme All togethernow All togethernow (all togethernow),all togethernow (all togethernow) All togethernow (all togethernow),all togethernow (all togethernow) All togethernow (all togethernow),all togethernow (all togethernow) All togethernow (all togethernow),all togethernow (all togethernow) All togethernow! What time is it? It's time for time. Look, the hands are slowing down. - Do you ever get the feeling...- Yeah. that things aren't as rosyas they appear to be under the surface? What's happening, John? In my humble opinion,we've become involved in Einstein's time-spacecontinuum theory. Relatively speaking, that is. - Maybe time's gone on strike.- What for? - Shorter hours.- I don't blame it. It must be very tiring being time,mustn't it? - Why?- It's a twenty-four hour day, isn't it? - You surprise me, Ringo.- Why? - Dealing in abstracts.- Just because I'm a drummer... - I don't halffeel funny.- You're not halfthe lad you used to be. Look, everything's getting bigger. It's not.It's us that are getting smaller... - I want my mam.- and younger. There you are, lads.Old Fred will get you out of all this. Look at that! - It's all a load of Father Xmas's.- It's not. It's Father Time. - How do you know?- I read it in a book. I don't want to alarm you,but the years are going backwards. What's that mean, Old Fred? Ifwe slip back through timeat this rate, very soon we'll all disappearup our own existence. - What are we gonna do, then?- We could always try a few buttons. I want my mam. Time's fast running out for us,I'm afraid. Can't we do something to the clock? What do you mean, John? Move the hands forward,see what happens. Clever lad. Something strange is happening. It's speeding up now. Funny... a submarineremarkably like our own. Uncannily. There's someone in it. Look. - And they're waving.- It's a group offellas. Wave back. Maybe we're both part ofa vast yellow submarine fleet. There's only two of us. Then I would suggest thatyonder yellow submarine is ourselves - going backwards...- ..in time! Look at Ringo. Oh dear, we're all the same. Senile delinquents. And I can hear my beard growing. We'd better do something. When lget older, losing myhair Manyyears from now Will you still be sending me a valentine Birthdaygreetings, bottle ofwine Ifl'dbeen out till quarter to three Wouldyou lock the door? Will you still needme,will you still feedme When I'm sixty-four? You'll be older, too Andifyou say the word I couldstay with you I couldbe handy mending a fuse When yourlights have gone You can knita sweaterby the fiireside Sundaymornings, go fora ride Doing the garden, digging the weeds Who couldask formore? Will you still needme,will you still feedme When I'm sixty-four? Everysummer we can renta cottagein the lsle ofWight, ifit's not too dear We shall scrimp andsave Grandchildren on yourknee,Vera, Chuck andDave Sendme a postcard,drop me a line Statingpoint ofview Indicate preciselywhatyou mean to say Yours sincerely, wasting away Give me youranswer, fiill in a form,mine forevermore Will you still needme,will you still feedme When I'm sixty-four? Well, correct me if I'm wrong,gentlemen, but would you agree that we have beenpassing through the Sea of Time? That would explain a few things. I'm glad I'm not young any more. Or was it old? - What kind of a sea is this?- The Sea of Science. Oh, yeah. Ifyou're listening to this song You may think the chordsare going wrong But they're not Hejust wrote itlike that When you're listening late atnight You may think the bandare not quite right But theyare Theyjustplayitlike that It doesn'treally matterwhat chords lplay What words lsayor time ofdayitis Cause it's only a Northern Song It doesn'treally matterwhat clothes I wear Orhowlfare orifmyhair is brown When it's only a Northern Song Ifyou think the harmony Is a little dark and out ofkey You're correct There's nobody there Andl toldyou there's no-one there. - He looks wrong.- He doesn't look at all well. In fact, he's horrible. He's so ugly. Really ugly! Somebody push a button. - There's a Cyclops.- Can't be. He's got two eyes. Then it must be a bi-Cyclops. - There's another one.- A whole cyclopedia. There's a school ofwhales. - They look a bit old for school.- University, then. - University ofWhales.- They look like dropouts to me. You've got to steer clear. - Steer clear?- Yes, steer. Clear? Yes, dear. Now, whatever you do,don't touch that button. - Which button?- That one. This one? That was the panic button. - Poor Ringo.- Poor lad. Never did no harm to no-one. Lads, now Ringo's gone,what are we gonna do? Learn to sing trios. No, let's save the poor devil. I see footsteps. - It's a pair of kinky boot-beasts.- Preparing to attack. - I don't half miss Ringo.- He's far out there. Always was. - Here comes Ringo!- 'H' is for hurry...! There goes Ringo. It's seen us. Find a boxing button. Whoever heard of a boxing button? Who cares? Find one. Fire one! Uh-oh, wrong one. That. There goes Ringo again. - Rides well, doesn't he?- 'E' is for ergent... Oh no, not the dreaded vacuum again. - We'll be sucked into oblivion.- Or even further. Put her in reverse. So long, sucker. - Too much.- Too soon. Reverse! Reverse! - Ringo time.- 'L' is for love me... Indians! Help! Help! 'P' is for please... So, press a button. - How was it, Ringo?- 'Arrowing. Look who's back.Full speed ahead. - Oh, no.- The motor's packing in. By all the sea nymphets, we're losing power. We're being swallowed.What shall we do? - Serve tea.- Lovely. By Neptune's knickerbockers,she's puttered out. - Maybe we should call a road service.- Can't. No road. And we're not sub-scribers. Subscribers...! I know something about motors.Let me have a look. - Here.- Is that the motor? Can't you tell onewhen you see one? Of course I can.Let me peruse it. - What do you think?- I think I burned my finger. Here, lads. Look at this. - What do you think it is?- Nothing. Looks like nothing. It's a local inhabitant. He's probably one ofthe nothings. At least that's something. Let's show him our motor. Steady on. You don't want to showyour motor to just anybody. But this is a nobody. Medic, pedic, zed oblique,orphic, morphic, dorphic, Greek. Ad hoc, ad loc and quid pro quo.So little time, so much to know. Can you tell us where we're at? A true Socratic query, that. And who the Billy Shears are you? Who? Who indeed am l? Jeremy? Hillary? Boob? - Ph.D.?- Who? Eminent physicist, polyglot, classicist, prize-winning botanist,hard biting satirist, - talented pianist, good dentist, too.- Lousy poet. Critic's voice,take your choice. - Must be one ofthem angry young men.- Or a daffy old creep. I, daffy old creep? - Do you speak English?- Old English, middle, a dialect, pure... - Well, do you speak English?- You know, I'm not sure. He's so smart,he doesn't even remember what he knows. Why don't we show him our motor? - Should we really... show him our motor?- He may not have seen one before. Turbo-prop, super-combustible spring. Metrocyclonic and stereophonic,this motor, I see, has a broken down thing. - He fixed it.- He fixed it? Great. Let's go. I must complete my bust, two novels,finish my blueprints, begin my beguine. Must you always talk in rhyme? 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. Hey, fellas. Look. The footnotes for my th book. This is my standard procedure for doing it. And while I compose it,I'm also reviewing it. - A boob for all seasons.- How can he lose? Were your notices good ? It's my policy never to read my reviews. There must be a word for what he is. He's a reaINowhere Man Sitting in his Nowhere Land Making all his Nowhere plansfornobody Doesn'thave a point ofview,Knows not where he's going to Isn'the a bitlike you andme Nowhere Man, please listen,You don'tknow whatyou're missing Nowhere Man,the worldis atyour command He's as blindas he can be,Justsees whathe wants to see Nowhere Man,can you see me atall? Nowhere Man, don't worry,Take your time, don'thurry Leave itall till somebody elselends you a hand #Doesn'thave a point ofview,Knows not where he's going to Isn'the a bitlike you andme Nowhere Man, please listen,You don'tknow whatyou're missing Nowhere Man,the worldis atyour command He's a reaINowhere Man,Sitting in his nowhere land Making all his Nowhere plansfornobody Making all his Nowhere plansfornobody Making all his Nowhere plansfornobody Okay, men, all aboard.Let's go somewhere. What about him? He's happy enoughgoing around in circles. Poor little fella. I don't know.Ringo's just a sentimentalist. Look at him.Can't he come with us? Mr. Boob, you can come with us,ifyou like. You mean, you'd take a Nowhere Man? Come on, we'll take you somewhere. Okay, Booby. Down the hatch. Down the hatch.A quite curious phrase. The middle South MidlandsVictorian phase. Its usage undoubtedly on the increase. I must work it intomy New Statesman piece. - That's the hatch, friend.- Indeed. Steady now, crew.Prepare to go forward. - Forward.- Forward. - Forward.- Forward. Forward! It's awf$ully quiet.What shall we do, Jeremy? Repair, revive, revamp, renew.Ipse dixit, just turn the screw. - Log sign, clog sign, big thingamabob.- What's he saying? - What's he doing?- Chewing gum will do the job. A turn ofthe screw, and all is and all is new. I can't stop her. 'H' is for hurry, 'E' is for ergent,'L' is for love me 'P' is for... goodbye? - That was lovely, Jeremy.- We've lost the sub for good. - Or for bad.- Or for worse. - I'm sorry about that.- But he did fix the motor. - Where are we?- It looks like the foothills. - The foothills ofwhat?- The foothills ofthe headlands. Picture yourselfin a boat on a river With tangerine treesandmarmalade skies Somebody calls you,you answer quite slowly A girl with kaleidoscope eyes Cellophane flowers ofyellowandgreen Towering overyourhead Look for the girl with the sunin her eyes andshe's gone Lucyin the sky with diamonds Lucyin the sky with diamonds Lucyin the sky with diamonds Followher down to a bridgebya fountain Where rocking horse peopleeatmarshmallowpies Everyone smilesas you drift past the flowers Thatgrowso incredibly high Newspaper taxis appear on the shore Waiting to take you away Climb in the back with yourheadin the clouds andyou're gone Lucyin the sky with diamonds Lucyin the sky with diamonds Lucyin the sky with diamonds Picture yourselfon a train in a station With Plasticine porterswith looking glass ties Suddenly someone is thereat the turnstile The girl with kaleidoscope eyes Lucyin the sky with diamonds Lucyin the sky with diamonds Lucyin the sky with diamonds - Carry on, lads, carry on.- Certainly was carrying on. - I feel a draft.- We must be near the Sea of Holes. Don't you think we shouldask somebody for directions? - Excuse us...- Can you tell us the way to Pepperland? Thanks. Gosh, look at all this dust? Where did it come from? A chemical error and quite imprecise.This is a condiment... - Condi...- A spice. - He's right, you know. It's pepper.- Pepper? Pepper. John? Paul? George?ls anybody home? - Where are we?- A holey sea. This place reminds meof Blackburn, Lancashire. Oh, boy... How many do you thinkthere are in all? Enough to fill the Albert Hall. Didn't Old Fred mention somethingabout the Sea of Holes -just before the Sea of Green?- Yeah. Through one ofthem slotsmust be the Sea of Green. But which? Which one? Thesis, antithesis, synthesis, causes of causal causation. Jeremy, what do you know about holes? There are simply no holesin my education. You mean you haven't composeda whole book? Great. What shall we do? Be empirical. Look. The booby's makingmore and more sense. It's getting better all the time. Great. Come on, let's alllook for the Sea of Green. The Sea of Holes...into the Sea of Green. Hydrolate, verdant chrysodine.I think we're near the Sea of Green. I've got a hole in my pocket. Where's Jeremy? He was over there. - He's not here now.- He must have jumped ship, then. He wouldn't do that.He's our friend. Booby, Jeremy, Hillary, where are you? Sea ofGreen... Pepperland.A bit salty around the edges. - Looks all dingy.- And drab. And quiet. Safe at last. And none the worse for our adventures. Reminiscent in many waysofthe late Mr. Ulysses. There's an eye in the apples. There she blows! Lord Mayor, sir...I've made it, I'm back. - Who's this?- Our Lord Mayor. He's been bonked. Lord Mayor, sir...unbonk yourself. Even a little snatch of a tunemight get him up again. All right, let's sing. Have you got time to rectify,time to rectify... Do I hear music? - Do I see... Young Fred?- You do, Lord Mayor. Bless my metronome.And did you bring help? Yes, yes. Look. Holy pizzicato, Young Fred. - It's quite uncanny, your faces...- We're quite cute, really. - You could pass for the originals.- We are the originals. No, no...Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. They couldn't be much with a namelike that. Sergeant Pepper? You could impersonate themand rally the land to rebellion. - Where are your instruments?- Lost in the Monstrous Sea. Sea of Monsters. We'll get other instruments,Lord Mayor. Not a chance. The Meanies capturedeverything that maketh music. - They hate music that much, do they?- They shrink at the very sound. Okay, you guys.It's shrinking time in Pepperland. Aim, fire! He reminds meof my old English teacher. Look, ifyou must shout,shout quietly. - What do we do?- Coagulate with the crowd. Cut-outs at the ready.Then let's cut out. What a grand bandstand. That's where the gear's kept.Come on. Cavey, cavey. - All right, the coast is clear.- Now's our chance. - But how'll we get over...?- Easy. Follow me. A-ha! You fools! - It's not very light in here, is it?- Shh! Keep the noise down. - Look what I found.- It's their uniforms. - Nice bit of gear, that.- They'll look great on, eh? - Dey will, won't dey?- Won't dey, dough. - How do I look?- Groovy. How about me? - Bad scene, lads. We're surrounded.- Oh, heck. A million billion Meanies. They're coming this way. Hide! - Do you think they heard us?- I hope not. - What did you say?- Shh! Good plan. Look. They're all asleep. They look cute when they're asleep.Almost human. - Come on. Let's get out of here.- On tiptoe. - Tiptoe through the Meanies...- Shh! Let's exude. Relax, lads.Not a Meanie in sight. - Not even a teeny Meanie.- Not even a teeny-weeny Meanie. - Look. Breakfast.- I'm dying for a bit of brekky. Look out. Sound off, one, two, three, four... - One, two, three, four...- Five. Five? - Sound off, one, two, three...- Four. - One, two, three...- Four. - One, two...- Three. - Three?- Two. Two? - One.- One? Are you Bluish? - You don't look Bluish.- Run for it. Right, men. We've made it. - Instruments at the ready.- Okay, on the beat. A-one, a-two, a-three, a-four, a-five, a-six. Can't you make it three? All right. On the beat ofthree...A-one, a-two, a-three... It was twentyyears ago today,Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play They've been going in and out ofstyle,But they're guaranteed to raise a smile So maylintroduce to you,The actyou've known forall these years Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band We're Sgt. Pepper'sLonely Hearts Club Band We hope you will enjoy the show Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band Sitback andlet the evening go Sgt. Pepper's Lonely,Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band It's wonderful to be here,it's certainly a thrill You're such a lovely audience,we'dlike to take you home with us We'dlove to take you home I don'treally wanna stop the show,Butl thoughtyou mightlike to know That the singer's gonna sing a song,Andhe wants you all to sing along So letme introduce to you,The one and only Billy Shears Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band Billy Shears! What wouldyou thinkiflsang out oftune? Wouldyou stand upand walk out on me? Lendme your earsandl'll singyou a song Andl'll try not to sing out ofkey - The hills are alive...- ..with the sound ofmusic. Who is responsible for this? Rimsky Korsakov? Guy Lombardo? My dear friend... Iet us not forgetthat heaven is blue. Tomorrow, the world! Bring in my Bloobers. - Who?- Who? - Who?- Who? There you are, my little Glovey-dovey. Go get thee hence and destroy yon upstarts. Smash them! Squash them! Crash them! Oblue-terate them! Here, your Blueness, have some nasty medicine. The Glove, the Glove, the Glove! - Glove?- Glove? - Glove?- Glove? He's a clever lad, isn't he? Open your mouth, it won't hurt. John, you haven't half got a big mouth,haven't you? It's easy.All you need is love. Love, love, love Love, love, love Love, love, love There's nothingyou can dothat can'tbe done Nothingyou can singthat can'tbe sung Nothingyou can saybutyou can learn how to play the game It's easy All you needis love All you needis love All you needis love, love,Love is all you need Nothingyou can know thatisn'tknown,Nothingyou can see thatisn'tshown There's nowhere you can bethatisn't where you're meant to be It's easy All you needis love,(All togethernow) All you needis love,(Everybody) All you needis love, love,Love is all you need All you needis love All you needis love All you needis love, love Go, Glove, lovely Glove. You took the wordsright out of my mouth, John. Hey, wait, and watch. It's all in the mind, you know. Love is all you need Love is all you need Hey, that's a funny placeto leave a goldfish bowl. In Pepperland, all things are possible. - It's not a goldfish bowl.- Just a big glass bowl, then. - It's blue glass.- It must be from Kentucky. There's something inside. - Four fellas.- What are they doing there? They're not having a ball,that's for sure. - It can't be.- It's us. - But we're here.- It's Sgt. Pepper's... - Lonely...- Hearts Club... Band. The resemblance is truly striking. If I could come in here I think the theoryput forward by Einstein could well be applied here. The people in the ball are obviouslyextensions of our own personalities, suspended, as it were, in time, frozen in space, according tothe now famous Theory of Relativity, which, briefly explained, is simply a matter oftaking two eggs... - John!- beating lightly and adding a little salt and pepper... - John!- George? - How do we get them out?- Break the glass. - We can't. It's Beatle-proof.- Nothing is Beatle-proof. Have you got your drumsticks with you?A drum break might shatter it. - No, I haven't.- Have a look in your pocket. I've got a hole in my pocket.I wonder if... - Yeah, it still works.- We take back all we said. - You're a genius, a sheer genius.- I know, I know, I know. - Like coloured telly.- Like crystal. They're decanting. Hello, brother. Yeah, without a doubt. - We're the spitting image of each other.- Golly, yeah. I'm led to believe that you're an extensionof my personality. - Yes, I'm the alter-ego man.- And I'm the ego man, goo goo, g'joob. I'm glad you asked me that.Because as a matter offact there's a war on. Then, brothers in war,to the skirmish must we hence. - Shall we hence?- Let's not waste time sitting on the hence. Beatles to battle. Charge! - We're surrounded.- Nice dog, though. Sheepdog... standing in the rain Bullfrog... doing itagain Some kind ofhappinessis measured outin miles Whatmakes you thinkyou'resomething special when you smile? Childlike... no-one understands Jacknife... in yoursweatyhands Some kind ofinnocenceis measured outin years You don'tknow whatit's liketo listen to yourfears You can talk to me,You can talk to me You can talk to me...ifyou're lonely you can talk to me Big man... walking in the park Wigwam... frightened ofthe dark Some kind ofsolitudeis measured outin you You thinkyou knowmebutyou haven'tgota clue You can talk to me,You can talk to me You can talk to me...ifyou're lonely you can talk to me Hey, bulldog Hey, bulldog Hey, bulldog Hey, bulldog What do you say?Sing it. Do you know any more? Playit! Hey, bulldog Jeremy, can it be you? Can it be me? I think you'd betterinquire ofthe guards, for when I was captured, they took all my cards. Shh, that's enough, Jeremy. - The whole world's being attacked.- What do you want me to do? Do you recommend fisticuffsversus the guard? Oh, guard! Blue Meanio! Left to the nostril, right uppercut,right to the eyebrow, left to the gut. Jeremy! Come on, Ringo! Get back! Get back! Once more unto the breach,dear Meanies! You're advancing the wrong way!Retreat backwards! Get back there now! My kingdom for a horse! I think I'll tear him upinto little pieces. - He does, does he?- I think I'll make a blueburger out of him. Ha-ha, I don't care what you think. You don't, eh? We'll soon see about that. He does in truth seem quite annoyed, some reference materialbefore I'm destroyed. Where ground is soft most often grows, Arise, arise, arouse, a rose. A rosy nose? Speak your last piece! Peace, peace, supplant the doom and the gloom. Turn offwhat is sour,turn into a flower and bloom, bloom. Ha-ha, bloom, ha-ha, bloom,bloom, bloom... First time I saw that Nowhere Man,that nobody, I knew he was somebody. You're right.Hello there, blue people. Won't you join us?Buck up, and otherwise go mingle. - What do you say?- Max? Your Blue... I mean, your Newness! It's no longer a blue world, Max.Where could we go? Argentina? Are you with us? Will you join? - Shall we?- No! Yes, your Newness! - Yes, Max...- Yes. Oh, yes is a word with a glorious ring,A true, universal, euphonious thing. In genders embracingand chasing of blues, the very best wordfor the whole world to use. Ha-ha! Yes, let us mix, Max. I've never admitted it before, butmy cousin is the Bluebird of Happiness. It's all too much When llook into your eyes,Yourlove is there forme And the more lgo inside,the more there is to see It's all too much forme to take The love that's shining all aroundhere All the worldis birthday cake,So take a piece butnot too much Nice to have the timeto take this opportunity Time forme to look atyou,andyou to look atme It's all too much forme to see The love that's shining all aroundyou Everywhere, it's whatyou make For us to take, it's all too much It's too much - Catchy tune, that.- I can't seem to get it out of my head. - Then shake it.- That's what we've been doing all night. Yeah, it was a great party. And we brought back lots of lovelysouvenirs. Here is the motor. - I've got a little love.- And I've got a hole in my pocket. A hole? Half a hole, anyway.I gave the rest to Jeremy. What can he do with half a hole? Fix it to keep his mind from wandering. Look at John, will you? What's the matter, John?Blue Meanies? Newer and bluer Meanieshave been sighted within the vicinity ofthis theatre.There's only one way to go out. - How's that?- Singing. Special help by SergeiK Related Searches:

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