The Three Musketeers1948

Aramis:
[to Porthos] Only the wrong words are a complete waste of time. The right words can leave a more lasting impression than a thousand of Porthos' kisses.

Barmaid:
Not likely.

Aramis:
Shall I demonstrate? [to barmaid] As morning hues of sunswept fire caress your passioned face, alone with thee a pure desire to worship untold grace. My soul would cry in silent prayer to an hour swept apart. Your essence warms the evening air as I dance into your heart. [kisses Barmaid's hand]

D'Artagnan:
Shakespeare.

Aramis:
Aramis.

Porthos:
Fleating.

Barmaid:
It was beautiful.

Aramis:
Oh, thank you. [Barmaid gets up and kisses Aramis]