The NeverEnding Story1984

Atreyu:
Are you Morla, the Ancient One?

Morla:
[yawns] Not that it matters, but yes.

Atreyu:
Please help me, Morla! Do you recognize this? [holds out the Auryn]

Morla:
Well... we haven't seen the Auryn in a long time.

Atreyu:
We? Is there someone else here too?

Morla:
We haven't spoken to anyone else for thousands of years, so we started talking to ourselves.

[Morla lets out an enormous sneeze, knocking Atreyu out of the tree, he climbs back up]

Atreyu:
Morla! I bring terrible news! Did you know that the Empress is very ill?

Morla:
Not that it matters, but yes. Actually, we don't care.

Atreyu:
If I don't save her, she'll die! There's a terrible Nothing sweeping over the land! Don't you care about that?

Morla:
We don't even care... whether or not we care. [Morla stifles a sneeze, Atreyu braces himself]

Atreyu:
Do you have a cold?

Morla:
No... we're allergic to youth. [Morla sneezes again]

Atreyu:
You know how I can help the Empress, don't you?

Morla:
Not that it matters, but... yes.

Atreyu:
If you don't tell me and the Nothing keeps coming, you'll die too! Both of you!

Morla:
Die? That, at least, would be something. [Morla starts to sneeze, Atreyu braces himself again]

Atreyu:
Please help me. You said you knew the answer--

[Morla sneezes again, knocking Atreyu out of the tree]

Morla:
We're tired of sneezing, go away! Nothing matters.

Atreyu:
That's not true! If it didn't really matter to you, you could tell me.

Morla:
[laughs] Ah ha ha! Clever boy!

Atreyu:
TELL ME, PLEASE!

Morla:
We don't know, but you can ask the Southern Oracle.

Atreyu:
How can I get there?

Morla:
You can't. It's 10,000 miles away.

Atreyu:
But that's so far.

Morla:
That's right. Forget it. Give up.