The Sword in the Stone1963

Arthur:
I've always dreamed about flying; that I was a bird and that I could go sailing all over the sky, high above everything... [Merlin sneaks up behind him and quietly changes him into a sparrow] It's my favorite dream. [sighs] But then, I suppose everyone dreams about flying-- [notices his new form; happily] I'm a bird, I'm a bird, I'm a bird! [starts to flutter clumsily out the window]

Merlin:
[grabbing him in one hand] Hold it, boy! Not so fast, not so fast. First, I'd better explain the mechanics of a bird's wing. [grabs Archimedes' wing and runs his finger along the feathers] Now, these large feathers are called the primaries, and--

Archimedes:
And since when do you know all about birds' wings?

Merlin:
I have made an extensive study of birds in flight, and--

Archimedes:
[crossly] And if you don't mind, I happen to be a bird!

Merlin:
All right, Mr. Know-It-All! He's your pupil! [sets Arthur down firmly]

Arthur:
Ouch!

Archimedes:
Now boy, flying is not merely some crude mechanical process. [clears his throat offensively at Merlin, who clears his throat in return] It is a delicate art. Purely aesthetic! Poetry of motion! And the best way to learn it is to do it.