This is a scene from Monty Python and the Holy Grail crossed over with Newsies, which produced a very interesting conversation about coconuts. (***NOTE*** If you've never seen MP&tHG, go here to read the actual argument from the movie first.) Enjoy!
[A galloping type sound can be heard in the distance. It gets louder, and you see Jack Kelly (doing his "Santa Fe" gallop-dance thingy) come into view. David Jacobs is following at a quick walk/run, banging two empty halves of coconuts together so as to get a horse "klop-klop" effect. They cross the Brooklyn Bridge and stop in front of the pier where Spot Conlon sits atop some crates. Jack stops.]

JACK: Whoa, dere!

SPOT: Whosit?

JACK: It's me, Spot. Jack Kelly: King of New York, defeater of da scabbers, leader of all da newsies!

SPOT: What a load o' bull hock!

JACK: I am! An' dis is my trusty soivant Patsy!

DAVID: Jack, my name isn't Patsy.

JACK: It isn't? Well, what is it, den?

DAVID: David.

JACK: Fine, Dave, fine. Anyways, Spot, we's rode da streets o' dis city in soich o' guys who wanna join da Manhattan newsies, an -

SPOT: What, rode a horse?

JACK: Yeah, 'course.

SPOT: You ain't ridin' no horse. I can see from up heah yer usin' coconuts!

JACK: So? We rode ovah heah ta ast ya -

SPOT: Where'd ya get dem coconuts?

JACK: Found 'em.

SPOT: Found 'em? In New Yawk? Coconuts is tropical!

JACK: Whaddya mean?

SPOT: Dis is a tem...tem...a colder place than dere!

JACK: It ain't cold right now. Anyways, it don't matta! Boids go sowf whevah it gets cold. How comes coconuts gotta be strangers to New Yawk?

SPOT: You sayin' coconuts migrate or somet'in'?

JACK: They could be carried, maybe.

SPOT: Huh? A pigeon carryin' a coconut?

JACK: It could hold it by da fuzzy stuff.

SPOT: No, Jacky. Pigeons ain't strong enough.

JACK: It don't matta, anyway! I need to get newsies -

DAVID: Couldn't a really fat pigeon carry a coconut?

SPOT: No. Dey can't hardly fly!

DAVID: What if two pigeons carried it together?

SPOT: Now, dere's some logic. Dey could tie some twine around da coconut and each grab an end...[scratches head]

JACK: C'mon, Patsy. Let's go.

DAVD: David.

JACK: Fine, Dave. C'mon, we'se leavin'.

[Jack "gallops" away.]