If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels,
but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging
cymbal.

And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all
mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith,
so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.

If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body
to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast;
it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its
own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not
rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.

Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things,
endures all things. Love never ends. As for prophecies, they
will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for
knowledge, it will pass away.

For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when the
perfect comes, the partial will pass away.

When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a
child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave
up childish ways.

For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face.
Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have
been fully known.

So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three;
but the greatest of these is love.

Without wanting to be too witty: What kind of dialogue, please? Body language? Or something like “uuuhh, ahhh, …” :-)