Kate & Leopold Page #11

as on Geronimo.

Geronimo?

He means Geraldo.

Exactly.

Okay, everyone--

quiet, please.

And action.

Start talking, bud.

Fresh creamery butter.

Is there anything

more comforting?

I say there is.

And perhaps you'll agree

when you sample

fat-free Farmer's Bounty

with the genuine essence

of creamery butter

in every bite.

With every mouthful

of Farmer's Bounty

you shall receive butter's

luxurious comfort in your mouth

without adding to the luxury

of your waistline.

Not bad, Kate.

Where'd you find him?

He lives in my building.

Where do I sign?

Right here, and here.

Oh! Hi.

That was

spectacular, Kate.

Thanks, J.J.

A lot to talk about

tonight at dinner.

Nice work, Mr. Margarine.

Thank you.

Outfit was

a great idea. Nice.

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

Whoo!

You seem pleased.

Oh, you did

so great in there!

Man!

You are going to be on

a national television spot!

I take it you're dining

with that man tonight.

Huh? Oh, yeah, J.J.

He's my boss.

You require a chaperone.

His intentions are obvious.

I'm alone with you.

Do I need a chaperone?

We're not courting, Kate.

If we were,

as a man of honour

I would have informed you

of my intentions in writing.

Oh...

Good day.

Hey!

Kate, why don't we

take one of these.

They're for tourists.

Sorry, she doesn't

seem interested.

Oh, hey, hello. Hello.

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey, you...

Kate!

Hey, you a**hole!

Hey!

I'm going to get you!

Hey!

A**hole!

Goddamn it.

Give me your hand.

What?

Your hand, woman!

Yah! Yah!

What do you think

you're doing?

Whoa, hey!

Yah!

I warn you, scoundrel

I was trained to ride

at the King's Academy

and schooled in weaponry

by the palace guard.

You stand no chance.

Where you run, I shall ride

and when you stop,

the steel of this strap

will be lodged in your brain.

Your boyfriend's

a very good rider.

Yeah.

Are you for real?

Pardon me?

Are you for real?

I believe so.

You're a duke.

I was born a duke.

I've never felt like one.

Stay. Sit.

On your feet. Stay.

Stay. Good boy.

I'm off to dinner.

What are you two doing?

I don't know.

Maybe we'll watch

the rest of the game

or go out or something.

Oh, thank you.

Kate, may I repeat my offer

to serve as a chaperone?

No, thank you, Leopold.

Charles, don't you

find this inappropriate?

As her brother,

I would think...

As her brother, I would think

that my sister would invite me

to an audition.

Could be just me, though.

Seems kind, but...

-Charlie.

-Hmm?

You're not exactly

a margarine spokesperson.

I can't sell butter, Kate?

I don't mean to be insulting...

It's insulting. I'm an actor.

You don't have faith in me

to sell butter?

No. No. I'm sorry.

I can do British, Kate.

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