Last night I was watching "Manslaughter!" on my little DVD player. This is a film made back in 1922. Its story involves a young woman of the Jazz age and her debauched lifestyle, intercutting scenes of orgy-tastic old Rome just to prove its point. Lots of pillaging, plundering, and crazy crazy dancing.
Anyway, this woman gets sent to prison for recklessly killing a traffic cop (thus the title of the movie). While in prison, she kicks the bathroom gin and learns to dance to the beat of the heart, rather than a saxophone (her words, not mine). She learns that nothing is more important than love and service.
And I thought to myself, 'Yes. Good service is important.'