Kate & Leopold Page #10

And I'm the only guy

who can fix it.

So why don't you

go down the hall there

and get on your

little telephone

and call Dr. Feinstein...

Good night, Mr. Besser.

You tell him that...

You tell him that I...

Point the toes,

roll your shoulders back.

Take a deep breath in

and then exhale

into downward-facing dog.

Oh, be quiet!

Be quiet... oh!

Bart, shut up!

That thing is

a damned hazard!

It's just a toaster!

Well, insertion of bread

into that so-called toaster

produces no toast at all--

merely warm bread!

Inserting the bread twice

produces charcoal.

So, clearly, to

make proper toast

it requires

one and a half insertions

which is something

for which the apparatus

doesn't begin to allow!

One assumes

that when the General

of Electric built it

he might have tried using it.

One assumes the General might

take pride in his creations

instead of just

foisting them

on an unsuspecting

public.

You know something?

Nobody gives a rat's ass

that you have to push

the toast down twice.

You know why?

Because everybody

pushes their toast down twice!

Not where I come from.

Oh, because where you come from

toast is the result

of reflection and study.

Yes, you mock me.

But perhaps one day, when you've

awoken from

a pleasant slumber

to the scent of

a warm brioche

smothered in marmalade

and fresh creamery butter

you'll understand that life

is not solely comprised

of tasks, but tastes.

Say that again.

Pardon me?

-Did they start yet?

-Yes.

Session list.

Leopold, Darci.

Darci, Leopold.

I'd like him to read.

Can you tack him on

at the end?

And, Leopold, go with Darci.

She'll take you to the greenroom

and explain everything.

I need to work out.

I need a place

I can work out.

If I could get

Mr. Duke?

Is he ready?

Where is he?

Oh, my God,

look at this.

Let's skip this one.

Mr. Duke, right here

on the floor.

Excuse me,

that's your mark, right there.

Just stand on

that tape line.

Look, forget this guy.

I can't waste

any more time, J.J.

We need to make

a decision now.

All right, we've got

plenty of good choices.

Let's cut it off, Kate.

That would be a mistake, J.J.

Kate, the client wants

to move on.

We should see this last guy.

It'll... Two minutes!

I think he looks like

the Quaker Oats guy.

Well, Phil, it's really not

about what you think.

It's about what

they think.

They've been in

a coma all day

and now look at them.

To them, this guy is a dream.

He's handsome,

honest, courteous.

Stands when you

walk in a room.

Brings you brioche in bed.

If you eat his margarine

maybe your hips

will shrink

and he'll come

to your door.

I take it this is to be

delivered in direct address

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