Will you be a patriot... or a lover? A lover. No. But I burn, Mr. A. So do I, Mr. J. You?...

John Adams: Why, you write 10 times better than any man in Congress, including me. For a man of only 33 years, you possess a happy talent for composition, and a remarkable felicity of expression. Now then, sir: will you be a patriot... or a lover? Thomas Jefferson: A lover. John Adams: No. Thomas Jefferson: But I burn, Mr. A. John Adams: So do I, Mr. J. Robert Livingston: [surprisedly] You? Roger Sherman: You do? Dr. Benjamin Franklin: John, who'd have thought it? John Adams: [Adams resumes singing] Mr. Jefferson, dear Mr. Jefferson, I'm only 41, I still have my virility, / And I can romp through Cupid's grove with great agility, / But life is more than sexual combustibility, John Adams: [spoken quickly as Adams abruptly stops singing to call after Jefferson] Jefferson, stop right there! Dr. Benjamin Franklin, Robert Livingston, Roger Sherman: [sung as a chorus] Combustibility, combustibility, combustibili... John Adams: [Adams abruptly stops the chorus, ending the song] Quiet!