Finally, I can contribute! This is from an AD&D campaign (2nd edition; 3rd sucks). All four PCs are elves; the DM threw in a half-ogre for 'balance.' The campaign isn't too old; we're 2nd-3rd level characters.
We arrive on an island in search of some skeletons. After dealing with an ambush of kobolds and skeletons, the DM asks what we're doing. "We're going to the trees."
DM: Are you walking, running, what?
Dannelar (priest of Corellon, my character): Crawling.
Sylca (fighter/mage): Leapfrogging with Prysm! (the bladesinger)
Dalziel (mage/thief): I'm belly-dancing.
DM: Well, Ogg (half-ogre) is taking the boat. When you can swim, come talk to him.
Me: Well, what did you expect? We're all elves. We're frolicking.