Match the words to the sentences

attention, bus, fantasy, grandfather, impossible, map, me, pyramids, quit, water

MILO: Good afternoon, gentlemen. First off, I'd like to thank this board for taking the time to hear my proposal. Now, we've all heard of the legend of Atlantis a continent somewhere in the mid-Atlantic that was home to an advanced civilization possessing technology far beyond our own, that according to our friend Plato here, was suddenly struck by some cataclysmic event that sank it beneath the sea. Now, some of you may ask, why Atlantis? It's just a myth, isn't it? Pure (1)________________. Well, that is where you'd be wrong. 10,000 years before the Egyptians built the (2)________________, Atlantis had electricity, advanced medicine even the power of flight. (3)________________, you say? Well, no. No, not for them. Numerous ancient cultures all over the globe agree that Atlantis possessed a power source of some kind, more powerful than steam, than than coal. More powerful than our modern internal combustion engines. Gentlemen, I propose that we find Atlantis, find that power source and bring it back to the surface. Now, this is a page from an illuminated text that describes a book called the Shepherd's Journal, said to have been a first-hand account of Atlantis and its exact whereabouts. Now, based on a centuries-old translation of a Norse text, historians have believed the Journal resides in Ireland. But after comparing the text to the runes on this Viking shield, I found that one of the letters had been mistranslated. So, by changing this letter and inserting the correct one we find that the Shepherd's Journal, the key to Atlantis lies not in Ireland, gentlemen, but in Iceland. Uhh! Pause for effect. Gentlemen, uh, I'll take your questions now. Uh, would you gentlemen please excuse me for a moment? Cartography and Linguistics, Milo Thatch speaking. Yeah. Uh, just just a second. Pardon me, Mr. Hickenbottom. How's that? Is that better? Yeah. Yeah. You're welcome ... Now, as you can by...by this...this, er (4)________________, that...that I’ve drawn, I’ve plotted the route that will take myself and a crew to the southern coast of Iceland to retrieve the journal * Cuckoo Clock* Ah, showtime. Well, this is it.  I’m finally getting out of the dungeon.  Reads Note: “Dear Mr Thatch, this is to inform you that your meeting today has been moved up from 4:30 p.m. to 3:30 p.m.” What? “Dear Mr Thatch, due to your absence, the board has voted to reject your proposal.  Have a nice weekend. Mr. Harcourt's office." They can't do this to (5)________________!

MAN: I swear, that young Thatch gets crazier every year.

MAN: If I ever hear the word "Atlantis" again I'll step in front of a (6)________________!

MAN:  Ha ha ha! I'll push you!

MILO: Mr. Harcourt!

BOARD: Good Lord! There he is!

MILO: Members of the board...uh, wait!

BOARD: How did you find us? Every man for himself!

MILO: Mr. Harcourt, wait!

MAN: Head for the hills!

HARCOURT: Where is a guard when you need him?

MILO: Mr. Harcourt, you got to listen to me, sir! Uh, sir? Wait! Mr. Harcourt! Sir, I-I have new evidence that... Please, Mr. Harcourt! Stop! Sir, if you… Could you hold… Thank you very much. Okay

HARCOURT: This museum funds scientific expeditions based on facts, not legends and folklore. Besides, we need you here. We depend on you.

MILO: You do?

HARCOURT:  Yes! What with winter coming that boiler's going to need a lot of (7)________________.

MILO: Boiler?

HARCOURT:  Onward, Heinz!

MILO: But there...there's a journal! It's in Iceland! I'm sure of it this time! [Thud] Sir, I really hoped it wouldn't come to this… but this is... uhh...a letter of resignation. If you reject my proposal, Ill... Whoa! I'll (8)________________! I mean it, sir. If you refuse to fund my proposal...

HARCOURT: You'll what? Flush your career down the toilet just like your (9)________________? You have a lot of potential, Milo. Don't throw it all away chasing fairy tales.

MILO: But I can prove Atlantis exists!

HARCOURT: You want to go on an expedition? Here. Take a trolley to the Potomac and jump in! Maybe the cold (10)________________ will clear your head. Heinz!

[Car drives off]


Answers:

MILO: Good afternoon, gentlemen. First off, I'd like to thank this board for taking the time to hear my proposal. Now, we've all heard of the legend of Atlantis a continent somewhere in the mid-Atlantic that was home to an advanced civilization possessing technology far beyond our own, that according to our friend Plato here, was suddenly struck by some cataclysmic event that sank it beneath the sea. Now, some of you may ask, why Atlantis? It's just a myth, isn't it? Pure (1)fantasy. Well, that is where you'd be wrong. 10,000 years before the Egyptians built the (2)pyramids, Atlantis had electricity, advanced medicine even the power of flight. (3)Impossible, you say? Well, no. No, not for them. Numerous ancient cultures all over the globe agree that Atlantis possessed a power source of some kind, more powerful than steam, than than coal. More powerful than our modern internal combustion engines. Gentlemen, I propose that we find Atlantis, find that power source and bring it back to the surface. Now, this is a page from an illuminated text that describes a book called the Shepherd's Journal, said to have been a first-hand account of Atlantis and its exact whereabouts. Now, based on a centuries-old translation of a Norse text, historians have believed the Journal resides in Ireland. But after comparing the text to the runes on this Viking shield, I found that one of the letters had been mistranslated. So, by changing this letter and inserting the correct one we find that the Shepherd's Journal, the key to Atlantis lies not in Ireland, gentlemen, but in Iceland. Uhh! Pause for effect. Gentlemen, uh, I'll take your questions now. Uh, would you gentlemen please excuse me for a moment? Cartography and Linguistics, Milo Thatch speaking. Yeah. Uh, just just a second. Pardon me, Mr. Hickenbottom. How's that? Is that better? Yeah. Yeah. You're welcome ... Now, as you can by...by this...this, er (4)map, that...that I’ve drawn, I’ve plotted the route that will take myself and a crew to the southern coast of Iceland to retrieve the journal * Cuckoo Clock* Ah, showtime. Well, this is it.  I’m finally getting out of the dungeon.  Reads Note: “Dear Mr Thatch, this is to inform you that your meeting today has been moved up from 4:30 p.m. to 3:30 p.m.” What? “Dear Mr Thatch, due to your absence, the board has voted to reject your proposal.  Have a nice weekend. Mr. Harcourt's office." They can't do this to (5)me!

MAN: I swear, that young Thatch gets crazier every year.

MAN: If I ever hear the word "Atlantis" again I'll step in front of a (6)bus!

MAN:  Ha ha ha! I'll push you!

MILO: Mr. Harcourt!

BOARD: Good Lord! There he is!

MILO: Members of the board...uh, wait!

BOARD: How did you find us? Every man for himself!

MILO: Mr. Harcourt, wait!

MAN: Head for the hills!

HARCOURT: Where is a guard when you need him?

MILO: Mr. Harcourt, you got to listen to me, sir! Uh, sir? Wait! Mr. Harcourt! Sir, I-I have new evidence that... Please, Mr. Harcourt! Stop! Sir, if you… Could you hold… Thank you very much. Okay

HARCOURT: This museum funds scientific expeditions based on facts, not legends and folklore. Besides, we need you here. We depend on you.

MILO: You do?

HARCOURT:  Yes! What with winter coming that boiler's going to need a lot of (7)attention.

MILO: Boiler?

HARCOURT:  Onward, Heinz!

MILO: But there...there's a journal! It's in Iceland! I'm sure of it this time! [Thud] Sir, I really hoped it wouldn't come to this… but this is... uhh...a letter of resignation. If you reject my proposal, Ill... Whoa! I'll (8)quit! I mean it, sir. If you refuse to fund my proposal...

HARCOURT: You'll what? Flush your career down the toilet just like your (9)grandfather? You have a lot of potential, Milo. Don't throw it all away chasing fairy tales.

MILO: But I can prove Atlantis exists!

HARCOURT: You want to go on an expedition? Here. Take a trolley to the Potomac and jump in! Maybe the cold (10)water will clear your head. Heinz!

[Car drives off]