In this scene, Geico the Argonian addresses imperial archers atop the ramparts at Fort Moonmoth.
Geico: ... We have ridden since the snows of winter covered this land. Through the region of Molag Mar, through...
Guard: Where'd you get the sload soap?
Geico: (taken aback) We found it.
Guard: Found it? In Molag Mar? Sload soap is tropical!
Geico: What do you mean?
Guard: This is a temperate zone!
Geico: The cliff racer may fly south with the sun, or the guar or the netch may seek warmer climes in winter, but these are not strangers to our land!
Guard: Are you suggesting that sload soap migrates?
Geico: Not at all! It could be carried.
Guard: (incredulous) What, a cliff racer, carrying sload soap?
Geico: It could grip it in it's beak!
Guard: It's not a question of how 'e grips it! It's a simple question of weight ratios! A five-ton bird could *not* carry a pound of sload soap!
Geico: (exasperated) Well it doesn't matter! Will you go and tell Larrius Varro that Geico the Argonian is here?
(pause)
Guard: Listen. In order to maintain air-speed velocity, a cliff racer needs to beat its wings forty-three times every minute, right?
Geico: Please!
Guard: (insistently) Am I right?
Geico: I'm not interested!
( Enter Guard2. )
Guard2: It could be carried by a Cyrodiilic cliff racer!
Guard: Oh, yeah, a Cyrodiilic cliff racer, maybe, but not a Tamriellic cliff racer, that's my point.
Guard2: Oh, yeah, I agree with that.
Geico: (exasperated) Will you ask Larrius Varro if he wants to join my expedition to Red Mountain!!
(pause)
Guard: But then of course, Cyrodiilic cliff racers are non-migratory.
Guard2: Oh yeah...