LONGAVILLE: You swore to that Berowne, and the rest!
BEROWNE. By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in jest.
What is the end of study, let me know.
KING. Why, that to know which else we should not know.
BEROWNE. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from common sense?
KING. Ay, that is study's god-like recompense.
BEROWNE. As thus: to study where I well may dine,
When I to feast expressly am forbid;
Or study where to meet some mistress fine,
When mistresses from common sense are hid;
KING. These be the stops that hinder study quite,
And train our intellects to vain delight.
BEROWNE. Why, all delights are vain;
KING:I've seen for days that you've got
The ways that must be checked
In you I never can detect
The slightest signs of intellect
Your mad on dances, think of the chances you neglect
You never seem inclined to use your mind
You're just a fella who
Has got his brains in his dancing shoes
Take a lesson from me
BEROWNE: I'd rather Charleston
LONGAVILLE and DUMAINE: Do do do do
KING: Think of what you might be
BEROWNE: I'd rather Charleston
LONGAVILLE and DUMAINE: Do do do do
KING: I'm disappointed in you and your ways
BEROWNE: I'm double-jointed
There's no sensation like syncopation
KING: Will you let me know why
BEROWNE:I'd rather Charleston
KING:Charleston?
That's the sort of thing I would never do
So, leave it behind and give your mind to something new
BEROWNE: I'd rather Charleston, Charleston, Charleston, Charleston, Charleston with you

--Kenneth Branagh's Love's Labour's Lost.

If anyone wants to get me a V-Day present, that's totally what I want!!!