Chivalry is not only dead, it's decomposed.

Two hundred and ninety. Ah, thanks. Oh, Roberto, she's eating myself. I wouldn't want this to go any further,… Oh, that's wonderful. Say, she's not mad with you. There's been no kidnapping. Come along, George, and spend the evenin… She likes you. No you, no me. Two hundred and sixty dollars. There you see one of the fallacies. What'll I say to Yardley and the sailor? Oh, no, no, they're gray. Well, if you'll excuse me now.