Kate & Leopold Page #4

What's your name?

-Leopold.

-Tell me something.

I'm having trouble

with my G-5.

How much RAM do I need

to properly run OS 9.6?

Clearly, the Mac Expo is out.

So you must be...

a man out of time?

Or Sergeant Pepper?

You know what?

Actually, we could use

a little privacy.

Stuart, I want

my Palm Pilot.

I'm not...

I'm serious.

Maybe later on, Kate.

I just want my Palm

Pilot, Stuart!

No. No.

Hey, give me my

Palm Pilot!

Give it to me.

This is madness.

This is madness.

Who was that?

I-I feel as if I've seen her...

Women have changed

since your time, Leo.

They've become dangerous.

It's on the landing!

You say this is no kidnapping.

You say you mean no harm.

Then why is it, sir,

you will not unlock the door?

I'm sorry, okay?

I'm sorry about her. I'm...

Look, with all due respect

I can't let you just go

running around free

out there, okay?

This is New York City.

It's not such a safe

place anymore.

Look at you.

You look like some sort

of psychotic escapee

from a Renaissance

fayre.

I understand you

have some anxiety

but you have

to trust me.

I'm going to get

you home, okay?

I promise.

Bart!

The portal opens up again

next week. Monday.

I know that, because it was

my back-up in case

I didn't make it

last night.

It's on a cycle,

you know?

Kind of like, uh...

total eclipse.

Once every 20 years.

You understand?

Generally,

I understand everything.

Since I've met you, nothing.

I can only assume

I'm in a nightmare

brought on by agita,

or else I am dead.

You're not dead.

Come here. Sit down.

Here.

Want some milk in yours?

Bart, can I just have...

Sorry. He's-he's really

got to go out.

Look here.

Uh...

I'd be honoured

if you took a look at those.

Um, I'll explain everything

when I get back.

He's got to go out

or he's going to drop

a bomb in there.

Come on. Let's go.

Back in five.

One quick trip to Spectra, Bart

and you and I will be Nobel...

Laureates.

Come on, Bart.

Hey, let's go.

-Come on.

Let's go!

Oh!

Oh.

Oh, Jesus!

Good boy, Bart!

Stay!

Stay, Bart!

Stay!

Oh, Bart, please stay!

Stuart

you forgot

the pointy thing!

Stuart...

Look, this is

not complex.

He gave me the Palm Pilot

but he forgot

the pointy thing.

I've been warned about you.

Oh. Really?

And what, pray tell

did the great

disappointment say?

That you were dangerous,

though you hardly look it.

-Oh, really?

-A lady in trousers isn't

dangerous, merely plain.

I take it you're

a career woman.

Yeah, market research.

Mm. Fine avocation

for women, research.

Perfect for the feminine mind.

Huh.

You're a trip, Lionel.

I myself once courted

a librarian in Sussex.

Oh.

Good for you.

Aha!

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