Yellow Submarine (1968)

John: It appears to be a group of fellas.

Blue Meanie: Are you, er blueish? You don't look blueish.

Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD.: If I spoke prose you'd all find out / I don't know what I talk about.

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

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

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?

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

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

George: It's all in the mind.

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."

Jeremy: Ad hoc, ad loc, and quid pro quo! So little time! So much to know.