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-...are you suggesting that cocoanuts migrate?
-not at all, they could be carried!
-what, a swallow carriying a cocoanut?!
-yes, it could grip it by the husk!
-its not a question of where he grips it, its a simple question of wieght ratios - a five ounce bird, cannot carry a one pound cocoanut!
-please, go and tell -
-to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow has to beat its wings 43 times every second right?
-please!
-am right?
-it doesnt matter!
-it could be carried by an african swallow!
-oh yeah, an african swallow maybe but, not a european swallow, thats my point
-o yea, i agree with that. wait a minute - supposen two swallows carried it together!
-nah, theyd have to have it on a line
-well simple, they just use a strand of kreper!
-what, held under the dorsal guiding feathers?
-well why not?

HEATHENOUS MISQUOTER!!!

-What - is your name?
-Sir Gallahad of Camelot!
-What - is your quest?
-To find the holy grail!
-What - is your favorite color?
-Blue - no, yellooooowwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!

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-What - is your name?
-King Arthur of Camelot
-What - is your quest?
-To find the holy grail
-What - is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
-What do you mean, african or european swallow?
-wah... i dont know that! AAAAHHHHH!!!

Bedavir- how do you know these things?
arthur- you have to know these things when your a king, you know.

yet another misquoter...

*shakes head in disappointment*

i'll post how it really goes later on when I have more time. biggrin

yeah, i know, im very ashamed... *goes to sit in corner and cries* i had just woken up from a nap. forgive! sweatdrop

Ah, but I am not a misquoter! I prefer to call it paraphrasing xd

Here you all go. The way the scene of the bridge of death is suppost to go. (this took along time to write up.. but my geekiness knows no bounds... so enjoy!

Galahad: There it is!
Arthur: The Bridge of Death!
Robin: Oh, great.
Arthur: Look! There's the old man from scene twenty-four!
Bedevere: What is he doing here?
Arthur: He is the keeper of the Bridge of Death. He asks each traveller five questions--
Galahad: Three questions.
Arthur: Three questions. He who answers the five questions--
Galahad: Three questions.
Arthur: Three questions may cross in safety.
Robin: What if you get a question wrong?
Arthur: Then you are cast into the Gorge of Eternal Peril.
Robin: Oh, I won't go.
Galahad: Who's going to answer the questions?
Arthur: Sir Robin!
Robin: Yes?
Arthur: Brave Sir Robin, you go.
Robin: Hey! I've got a great idea. Why doesn't Lancelot go?
Lancelot: Yes. Let me go, my liege. I will take him single-handed. I shall make a feint to the north-east that s--
Arthur: No, no. No. Hang on! Hang on! Hang on! Just answer the five questions--
Galahad: Three questions.
Arthur: Three questions as best you can, and we shall watch... and pray.
Lancelot: I understand, my liege.
Arthur: Good luck, brave Sir Lancelot. God be with you.
Bridgekeeper: Stop! Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see.
Lancelot: Ask me the questions, Bridgekeeper. I am not afraid.

Bridgekeeper: What... is your name?
Lancelot: My name is 'Sir Lancelot of Camelot'.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your quest?
Lancelot: To seek the Holy Grail.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your favourite color?
Lancelot: Blue.
Bridgekeeper: Right. Off you go.
Lancelot: Oh, thank you. Thank you very much.

Robin: That's easy!
Bridgekeeper: Stop! Who approacheth the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see.
Robin: Ask me the questions, Bridgekeeper. I'm not afraid.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your name?
Robin: 'Sir Robin of Camelot'.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your quest?
Robin: To seek the Holy Grail.
Bridgekeeper: What... is the capital of Assyria?
Robin: I don't know that! Auuuuuuuugh!

Bridgekeeper: Stop! What... is your name?
Galahad: 'Sir Galahad of Camelot'.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your quest?
Galahad: I seek the Grail.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your favourite color?
Galahad: Blue. No, yel-- auuuuuuuugh!

Bridgekeeper: Hee hee heh. Stop! What... is your name?
Arthur: It is 'Arthur', King of the Britons.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your quest?
Arthur: To seek the Holy Grail.
Bridgekeeper: What... is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
Arthur: What do you mean? An African or European swallow?
Bridgekeeper: Huh? I-- I don't know that. Auuuuuuuugh!
Bedevere: How do know so much about swallows?
Arthur: Well, you have to know these things when you're a king, you know.

The whole truth!