GWENDOLEN: [...] The moment Algernon first mentioned that he had a friend called Ernest, I knew I was destined to love you.
JACK: You really love me, Gwendolen?
JACK: Darling! You don´t know how happy you´ve made me.
GWENDOLEN: My own Ernest!
JACK: But you don´t really mean to say that you couldn´t love me if my name wasn´t Ernest?
GWENDOLEN: But your name is Ernest.
JACK: Yes, I know it is. But supposing it was something else? Do you mean you couldn´t love me then?
GWENDOLEN (glibly): Ah! that is clearly a metaphysical speculation, and like most metaphysical speculations has very little reference at all to the actual facts of real life, as we know them.
JACK: Personally, darling, to speak quite candidly, I don´t care much about the name of Ernest ... I don´t think the name suits me at all.
GWENDOLEN: It suits you perfectly. It´s a divine name. It has a music of its own. It produces vibrations.
JACK: Well, really, Gwendolen, I must say that I think there are lots of other much nicer names . I think Jack, for instance, a charming name.
GWENDOLEN: Jack? ... No, there is very little music in the name of Jack, if any at all, indeed. It does not thrill. It produces absolutely no vibrations ... [...]
Oh boy, poor Jack ;). This is brilliant.
I´m reading The Importance of Being Earnest for the Festivus square.