[Thank goodness Donatello is being cool about this, because Edward can't help feeling like he's being incredibly rude. This must be a series of questions the young man--turtle--gets all the time.]

Unless he was making films in 1917, I'm afraid your father was after my time.

[Edward isn't entirely sure what martial arts are, but he's going to roll with it.]

So am I correct in thinking you are... a turtle with human intelligence and characteristics? And now wings?

[Come to think of it, that would be a pretty incredible soldier.]