Help! Quotes
Ringo finds himself the human sacrifice target of a cult and the band must try to protect him from it.
Superintendent: So this is the famous ring?
Ringo: I'm in fear of me life, you know!
Superintendent: And these are the famous Beatles?
John: So this is the famous Scotland Yard, eh?
Superintendent: And how long do you think you'll last?
John: Can't say fairer than that. The Great Train Robbery, eh? How's that going?
Ringo: I'm in fear of me life, you know!
Superintendent: And these are the famous Beatles?
John: So this is the famous Scotland Yard, eh?
Superintendent: And how long do you think you'll last?
John: Can't say fairer than that. The Great Train Robbery, eh? How's that going?
Cameo: Boys, are you buzzing?
John: No thanks, I've got the car!
Cameo: No no no. I'll have to play it back. You'll have to do it again!
[He plays the recording back so they can hear the buzzing sound]
John: Is that you?
Paul: No.
George: Well don't look at me.
[Ringo and his drums crash through the sawn-through floor to the room below]
John: That was you buzzing! You naughty boy!
John: No thanks, I've got the car!
Cameo: No no no. I'll have to play it back. You'll have to do it again!
[He plays the recording back so they can hear the buzzing sound]
John: Is that you?
Paul: No.
George: Well don't look at me.
[Ringo and his drums crash through the sawn-through floor to the room below]
John: That was you buzzing! You naughty boy!
Narrator: End of Part One. Intermission.
[short clip of the Beatles frolicking in a meadow]
Narrator: End of Intermission. Part Two.
[cut to a nurse bathing Ahme's sister]
Lady: Where you been, eh? You been up at that temple again, ain't ya? You're as bad as your sister, coming home from work all hours and all colors.
Narrator: End of Part Two. Part Three: Later That Evening.
[short clip of the Beatles frolicking in a meadow]
Narrator: End of Intermission. Part Two.
[cut to a nurse bathing Ahme's sister]
Lady: Where you been, eh? You been up at that temple again, ain't ya? You're as bad as your sister, coming home from work all hours and all colors.
Narrator: End of Part Two. Part Three: Later That Evening.
George: [referring to a drill coming through a painting] What's that?
Austrian Waiter: What's what?
George: That little whirly thing coming out of his stomach.
Austrian Waiter: I can't look!
[a hose comes through the whole the drill made]
John: It's only a hose.
[the waiter faints as the Beatles investigate the hose]
Paul: [listens into the hose then hands it to John] It's for you.
John: Who is it?
Paul: The gardener.
Austrian Waiter: What's what?
George: That little whirly thing coming out of his stomach.
Austrian Waiter: I can't look!
[a hose comes through the whole the drill made]
John: It's only a hose.
[the waiter faints as the Beatles investigate the hose]
Paul: [listens into the hose then hands it to John] It's for you.
John: Who is it?
Paul: The gardener.
[Offering gold to Paul]
Clang: Hey, Be-a-tle! How about this, eh? Shufty gold! All of it pure gold in easy-to-handle denominational nuggets. Not marked, not a mark on 'em, eh?
Paul: No, I hate them.
Ahme: No!
Paul: I I do! I mean, they make your fingers go green.
Ahme: It is not the Beatle with the ring, he.
Paul: Aren't I?
Ahme: No unfortunately!
[laughs as Paul gives her a dirty look]
Clang: Hey, Be-a-tle! How about this, eh? Shufty gold! All of it pure gold in easy-to-handle denominational nuggets. Not marked, not a mark on 'em, eh?
Paul: No, I hate them.
Ahme: No!
Paul: I I do! I mean, they make your fingers go green.
Ahme: It is not the Beatle with the ring, he.
Paul: Aren't I?
Ahme: No unfortunately!
[laughs as Paul gives her a dirty look]
[Paul tracking foot prints]
Paul: Easterner with greasy feet speak with fork tongue.
John: Does he? What's he say?
Paul: Passing this way, hot foot, many moons to temple.
George: Don't encourage him. You've got the part Paul!
John: Dare we ask how you know?
Ringo: How?
Paul: How? I saw these footprints and this guide book which points out places of local worship.
John: To the temple!
Paul: Easterner with greasy feet speak with fork tongue.
John: Does he? What's he say?
Paul: Passing this way, hot foot, many moons to temple.
George: Don't encourage him. You've got the part Paul!
John: Dare we ask how you know?
Ringo: How?
Paul: How? I saw these footprints and this guide book which points out places of local worship.
John: To the temple!
[In disguise at the airport. Newspapers have discovered their destination]
Ringo: Okay, who let it out?
John: Nobody'll know!
Paul: We're not going there.
John: We just put it 'round we're going there.
Paul: We're not going there!
John: We just put it 'round we're going there!
George: Just so everybody'd think we were going there.
Ringo: I'd like to go there.
John: You wouldn't like it.
Ringo: Where are we going, then?
John: Never you mind.
Ringo: Okay, who let it out?
John: Nobody'll know!
Paul: We're not going there.
John: We just put it 'round we're going there.
Paul: We're not going there!
John: We just put it 'round we're going there!
George: Just so everybody'd think we were going there.
Ringo: I'd like to go there.
John: You wouldn't like it.
Ringo: Where are we going, then?
John: Never you mind.
[Ringo is trapped in a cellar with a tiger]
Superintendent: Good lord, it's Rajah, the famous Bengal man-eater who escaped from London Zoo this morning.
John: Good Lord! So it famous is!
Superintendent: Oh, don't worry, he's absolutely harmless. All you have to do is sing Beethoven's "Ode to Joy" from the famous Ninth Symphony in D minor.
John: Of course! Why didn't you think of that you twit!
Superintendent: Good lord, it's Rajah, the famous Bengal man-eater who escaped from London Zoo this morning.
John: Good Lord! So it famous is!
Superintendent: Oh, don't worry, he's absolutely harmless. All you have to do is sing Beethoven's "Ode to Joy" from the famous Ninth Symphony in D minor.
John: Of course! Why didn't you think of that you twit!
John: [George has just passed out from seeing the size of Ahme's hypodermic needle] Now see what you've done with your filthy Eastern ways!
Ahme: No! It is Clang, the high priest, who is filthy in his Eastern ways.
John: How do we know you're not just as filthy, and sent by him to nick the ring by being filthy when you've lulled us with your filthy Eastern ways?
Paul: What filthy ways are these?
Ahme: No! It is Clang, the high priest, who is filthy in his Eastern ways.
John: How do we know you're not just as filthy, and sent by him to nick the ring by being filthy when you've lulled us with your filthy Eastern ways?
Paul: What filthy ways are these?
