Scene from Leopold and Kate
[Leopold and Charlie leave the club. Charlie is fuming because Leopold has enthralled Patrice, Charlie’s love interest]
Charlie: And I would have gotten her number if you hadn’t turned the evening into a guided tour of the Louvre!
Leopold: My apologies.
Charlie: Let’s get one thing straight. Patrice, she thought you were cute – probably gay, and cute – and cute, Leo, that’s just the kiss of death.
Charlie: Perhaps? Certainly!
Leopold: [produces a napkin] I believe this is her number.
[Charlie takes it from him in disbelief]
Leopold: As I see it, Patrice has not an inkling of your affections, and it’s no wonder. You, Charles, are a merry-andrew.
Charlie: A what?
Leopold: Everything plays a farce to you. Women respond to sincerity. No-one wants to be romanced by a buffoon. Now, that number rings her.
Leopold: So ring her tomorrow.
Charlie: I can’t. She gave the number to you.
Leopold: Only because I told her of your affections.
Charlie: [taken aback] Wha – what did you say?
Leopold: Merely that you admired her, but you were hesitant to make an overture, as you’d been told she was courting another.
Charlie: Shit… that’s good! Well, what did she say?
Leopold: She handed me the napkin.
[Charlie rushes under a lit store window to read the napkin, and starts dialing his cell phone]
Leopold: Charles, it’s quite late.
Charlie: No, no, she won’t be home yet. I get her machine and leave a message, ball’s in her court.
Leopold: You’re ladling calculation upon comedy. The point is, to keep the ball in *your* court.
Charlie: [slaps his phone shut] You’re right! You’re right!
If men would remember to be gentlemen, and keep the ball in their court, then there would be no such thing as these games. Well at least in my book. A gentleman with charm, it simply does not exist anymore.