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segunda-feira, fevereiro 10, 2003  
Ciclo Monty Python
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O cálice sagrado | 13.02 às 19h45
Jabberwocky | 19.02 às 22h05
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A não perder. Aqui fica a 1ª cena do cálice sagrado. Deliciosa!

Scene 1 - A swallow carrying a coconut?

[opening music]
[wind]
[clop clop clop]
KING ARTHUR: Whoa there!
[clop clop clop]
SOLDIER #1:Halt! Who goes there?
ARTHUR:It is I, Arthur, son of Uther Pendragon, from the castle of Camelot. King of the Britons, defeater of the Saxons, Sovereign of all England!
SOLDIER #1: Pull the other one!
ARTHUR:I am,... and this is my trusty servant Patsy. We have ridden the length and breadth of the land in search of knights who will join me in my court at Camelot. I must speak with your lord and master.
SOLDIER #1: What? Ridden on a horse?
ARTHUR:Yes!
SOLDIER #1:You're using coconuts!
ARTHUR:What?
SOLDIER #1:You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're bangin' 'em together.
ARTHUR:So? We have ridden since the snows of winter covered this land, through the kingdom of Mercia, through--
SOLDIER #1:Where'd you get the coconuts?
ARTHUR:We found them.
SOLDIER #1:Found them? In Mercia? The coconut's tropical!
ARTHUR:What do you mean?
SOLDIER #1:Well, this is a temperate zone.
ARTHUR:The swallow may fly south with the sun or the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land?
SOLDIER #1:Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?
ARTHUR:Not at all. They could be carried.
SOLDIER #1:What? A swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR:It could grip it by the husk!
SOLDIER #1:It's not a question of where he grips it! It's a simple question of weight ratios! A five ounce bird could not carry a one pound coconut.
ARTHUR:Well, it doesn't matter. Will you go and tell your master that Arthur from the Court of Camelot is here?
SOLDIER #1:Listen. In order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings forty-three times every second, right?
ARTHUR:Please!
SOLDIER #1:Am I right?
ARTHUR:I'm not interested!
SOLDIER #2:It could be carried by an African swallow!
SOLDIER #1:Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European swallow. That's my point.
SOLDIER #2:Oh, yeah, I agree with that.
ARTHUR:Will you ask your master if he wants to join my court at Camelot?!
SOLDIER #1:But then of course a-- African swallows are non-migratory.
SOLDIER #2:Oh, yeah.
SOLDIER #1:So, they couldn't bring a coconut back anyway.
[clop clop clop]
SOLDIER #2: Wait a minute! Supposing two swallows carried it together?
SOLDIER #1:No, they'd have to have it on a line.
SOLDIER #2:Well, simple! They'd just use a strand of creeper!
SOLDIER #1:What, held under the dorsal guiding feathers?
SOLDIER #2:Well, why not?




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