Kate & Leopold Page #12

I'm an actor.

I can be anybody!

You're a very, very good actor.

-I am a good actor.

-You are.

Okay, fine, all right.

A Victorian dude who's never

seen a Mets game watching TV.

Okay.

Scene-- I say,

are those little people

in that box of phosphorous?

Crikey, I believe it is!

This game's more

beguiling than cricket!

Indian:
Good golly, oh, Jesus!

It looks like Mike Piazza

just hit a game!

How about Canadian?

Oh, right on.

Right on, you like butter, huh?

Yeah, what's that about?

Good night.

Good night.

...all those people

up in that stadium.

Know what they probably

could go for?

Some margarine!

When your friend walked in

in that outfit

I was getting a little

nervous for you there.

"lf you eat his margarine,

maybe your hips will shrink."

It's brilliant.

You saved Phil from

his own ambivalence.

I knew it was the way

to go-- in my gut.

I'm counting on that gut.

Can I get a bottle

of your '95 Lynch-Bages

and a bottle of Evian?

I'll tell you one thing

your friend is going to be

bigger than Mr. Whipple.

Thanks.

You're not sleeping with him,

are you?

No.

No.

Leo. Leo, come on. Come here.

How's it going, man?

See the girl with

the long brown hair?

That's Patrice.

She's lovely.

She's mine.

Congratulations.

Hey, everybody,

this is Leo!

Leo, this is everybody.

What's up? Dennis.

Shelby, Allison, Monica.

And this, this is

the insatiable Patrice.

Hey, Charlie.

Hey.

How do you do?

Patrice, let me

assist you.

Thanks.

You got it?

I was going to get it.

Let me get that for you.

There you go.

You look nice tonight.

Very...

Like a Judy Blume book.

That's good, because

I thought for a moment

that body of water here

was a moat.

No, that's a pond.

The gardens

are devastating.

They are.

They're very,

very beautiful. Ooh.

You'll have to come

and see them firsthand.

Right, right.

After the merger

I'm going to be stuck

over there, setting things up.

I'll be craving

a little face time

from my new top

honcho in New York.

What are you saying?

I'm saying you should

come visit.

I'll fly you over

for the weekend.

Oh, yeah, I heard that.

The other part--

the part before that.

The part about

the top honcho.

I didn't understand that,

that part.

How about catching an opera

Saturday?

La Boheme's at the Met.

Okay, so she comes back--

the audience is about to leave--

she comes back on stage

and she starts

squirting the audience

with this turkey baster

filled with this pine mist.

And she's screaming

"Un-sex me! Un-sex me!"

But no tears.

Just raw human passion.

Isn't Willem Dafoe

part of that group?

Yeah, and he did this monologue

about how

all the best things in life are

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