Beatrice- Why would anyone love a toad?
Benedick- I will never love anyone anyways.
Beatrice- Nor shall i.
Benedick- You wish you do, just you say that as an excuse if you never love. You may think i am a toad, but i am not clay-brained.
Beatrice- maybe, but certainty fool-born with a side of artless.
Benedick- Quick puking all over yourself, because this has much ado about nothing. Hush you flap-mouth.