Algernon: Stop him? Me? It’s more than my job’s worth to stop him once he gets like this. He’s out to rule the world, if he can get a government grant.
Foot: He’s an idiot. Degree in woodwork. I ask you.
Superintendent: Don’t worry, all you have to do is whistle Beethoven’s famous Ninth Symphony in D minor!
John: (to Ringo) Of course, why didn’t you think of that, you twit?
Foot: MIT wanted me, you know. Wanted me to rule the world for them.
Professor Foot: With a ring like that I could – dare I say it? – rule the world.
George: Hey, it’s a thingie! A fiendish thingie!
Ahme’s sister’s nurse lady: Where have you been, eh? You’re as bad as your sister, coming home all hours and all colors.
John: How do we know you’re not just as filthy and sent by them to nick the ring by being filthy when you have lulled us with your filthy eastern ways?