Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There goes Ringo.

There must be a word for what he is.

Never did no harm to no-one.

All right, the coast is clear.

It's my policy never to read my reviews.

Here, lads. Look at this.

Oh dear, we're all the same.

- Log sign, clog sign, big thingamabob. - What's he saying?

My kingdom for a horse!

I think I'll tear him up into little pieces.

- I am driving. - I'll get in the back, then.

At least that's something.

- It's blue glass. - It must be from Kentucky.

- Three? - Two.

- How do I look? - Groovy. How about me?

Help! Won't you please, please help me?

That would explain a few things.

- our forefathers... - Our quartet?

- One, two, three, four... - Five.

- John! - George?

Looks like nothing.

- What kind of a sea is this? - The Sea of Science.

within the vicinity of this theatre.

But, sir, I can't even make my soap float.

Yes, yes. Look.

causes of causal causation.

- Serve tea. - Lovely.

And having pointed, pounce down!

They're coming this way.

or a figment of my imagination.

- Can't you make it three? - All right.

Turn off what is sour,

Help, help, help!

I know, I know, I know.

- University of Whales. - They look like dropouts to me.

- You surprise me, Ringo. - Why?

I'd jump into the River Mersey, but it looks like rain.

Tomorrow, the world!

There's only two of us.

which, briefly explained, is simply a matter of taking two eggs...

Critic's voice, take your choice.