PHILOSOPHY MASTER: I'll explain to you all these strange things to
their very depths.

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Please do. But now, I must confide in you. I'm
in love with a lady of great quality, and I wish that you would
help me write something to her in a little note that I will let
fall at her feet.

PHILOSOPHY MASTER: Very well.

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: That will be gallant, yes?

PHILOSOPHY MASTER: Without doubt. Is it verse that you wish to
write her?

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: No, no. No verse.

PHILOSOPHY MASTER: Do you want only prose?

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: No, I don't want either prose or verse.

PHILOSOPHY MASTER: It must be one or the other.

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Why?

PHILOSOPHY MASTER: Because, sir, there is no other way to express
oneself than with prose or verse.

MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: There is nothing but prose or verse?