Here are some sounds files from "HELP!" that I created. All sound files are in .WAV format. You can take as many as you like, but please do not link back to these files directly from your web site, as it eats up a ton of bandwidth.
The sounds are listed in the order that they appear in the film. If there's another sound you'd like to request, or if you would like a different version of one of these sounds (with more/less dialogue), please let me know!
I claim no copyright ownership of these sounds, so use them at your own risk. And if you like these, I would appreciate it if you link back to my site! :-) Enjoy!
Clang: Something must be done. Without the ring, there can be no sacrifice. Without a sacrifice, there will be no congregation. Without a congregation...no more me!
Bhuta: This is so.
Neighbor: Just so natural. And still the same as they was before they was.
John: Stop tryin' to drag things down to your own level. It's immature, son.
Clang: Oh, dear!
Ahme: Is not the Beatle with the ring, he.
Paul: Aren't I?
Ahme: No. Unfortunately. (giggles)
Clang: Hey, Be-a-tle.
Clang: Hey, Be-a-tle. You shall have fun, eh?
John: No thanks, I'm rhythm guitar and mouth organ.
Ringo: What was it that first attracted you to me?
John: Well, you're very polite, aren't you?
George: Ho ho!
George: Ho ho.
George: Ho ho ho ho ho ho.
John: Ho ho!
John: It was you buzzin'! You naughty boy!
Ahme: Your friend is in mortal danger. I can say no more.
Ahme: He has three hours to live.
Paul: Say no more.
Ahme: I can say no more.
John: What's this?
Ringo: A season ticket. What do you think it is?
John: Oh, I like a lot of seasoning in me soup.
Jeweler: The wheel.
John: Not the wheel!
Jeweler: Even the royal house of Hanover had the wheel, sir.
Ringo: The fire brigade once got my head out of some railings.
John: Did you want them to?
Ringo: No. I used to leave it there when I wasn't using it for school. You can see a lot of the world from railings.
John: How do you feel?
Ringo: I used to use my hands.
John: He used to use his hands.
George: What's your electricity bill like?
Algernon: A sort of long counterfoil.
Algernon: It's green, the earth in America.
Paul: Some places it's brown, you know.
Foot: He's an idiot. Degree in woodwork, I ask you.
Algernon: He's out to rule the world...if he can get a government grant.
Foot: Fantastic! With a ring like that I could, dare I say it, rule the world.
Ahme: Hold! Release him or I shoot!
Ahme: And I am a dead-eye shot, shooting.
Foot: It's the brain drain. His brain's draining.
John: 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, and you've lulled us with your filthy eastern ways?
Paul: What filthy ways are these?
Ahme's mother: You're as bad as your sister, coming home from work all hours and all colors!
Paul: You're sure it's not mainlining or habit-forming?
George: No, as long as you don't swallow it.
John: Get me the home office. He's wreckin' my home!
John: It's me, you fool!
John: Well, stop it!
Thug: Kaili! He is red! Kill him!
George: Hey, it's a thingy. A fiendish thingy!
George: RUN, RINGO!
Ringo: They have to paint me red before they chop me. It's a different religion from ours…I think.
John: Hold on. It's them! ‘Cause only me and Paul know we're here.
George: I know we're here.
Superintendent: Allow me. I'm a bit of a famous mimic in my own small way, you know...James Cagney..."Hello there, this is the famous Ringo here, gear, fab. What is it that I can do for you, as it were, gear, fab?"
George: Not a bit like Cagney.
Clang: Go to the window. Go to the window. Go to the window. Go to the window!
George: Are ya gonna cut, or aren't ya?
Ringo: No I'm not gonna cut, and let that be an end to it. END TO IT!
Paul: It is a rela...tela...comenza...
George: Bad machine!
George: We are going for a friendly walk with the police down by the river.
John: Oh, why don't ya chop it off, Ringo?
Ringo: Look, John. I've had some great times with this finger. And how'd you know I wouldn't miss it?
Paul: You're a rat underneath, aren't you?
George: I'm always getting winked at these days...used to be you, didn't it, Paul?
Superintendent: All you have to do is sing Beethoven's "Ode to Joy" from the famous 9th Symphony in D Minor.
John: Of course! Why didn't you think of that, you twit?
Bhuta. Feet. Feet? Oh, feet!
Paul: Easterner with greasy feet speak with forked 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?
Paul: How! I saw those footprints. And this guidebook which points out places of local worship.
John: To the temple.
George: I'm off!
George: Thanks for the lift, sailor!
ringo.wav (214K) - my personal favorite!
John, Paul, and George: RINGO! RINGO! RINGO! (etc.)
Ringo: Get sacrificed! I don't subscribe to your religion!