Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Don't ask. - Dat's dough.

but would you agree that we have been passing through the Sea of Time?

Sergeant Pepper?

Look at John, will you?

...and all is new.

Is that understood, Max?

Hydrolate, verdant chrysodine.

It's awfully quiet. What shall we do, Jeremy?

- He's not here now. - He must have jumped ship, then.

- Move over, I'm driving. - I got here first.

I've got a hole in me pocket

He does, does he?

Then I would suggest that yonder yellow submarine is ourselves

Compared with my life, Eleanor Rigby's was a gay, mad whirl.

Can't help it. I'm a born lever-puller.

Ringo, we take back all we said.

It's a local inhabitant.

You don't want to show your motor to just anybody.

There she blows!

Thesis, antithesis, synthesis,

Ad hoc, ad loc and quid pro quo.

Today, Pepperland goes bluely!

80,000 leagues beneath the sea it lay,

No, no... Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

I'm glad you asked me that.

What's happening, John?

Look who's back. Full speed ahead.

Here, pussy, pussy, pussy. Here, pussy, pussy.

There goes Ringo again.

I, daffy old creep?

You've got to steer clear.

Pat and Stan | Poles (Episode 38)