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Movie Date: August 11, 2004


(man) Although your diplomas

are equally specific, remember:



 

                   

you are all going out

into the world as individuals.



 

                   

I now proudly present



 

                   

this year's Woodrow Wilson School

of Public and lnternational Affairs



 

                   

graduating class.



 

                   

Go, go, go.



 

                   

- Bye. We love you.

- You have to write.



 

                   

- Thank your mom for all the cookies, OK?

- I'm very proud of you.



 

                   

(Mia) Dear diary,



  

                   

Well, it's me, Brand-new

college graduate-slash-princess,



  

                   

Oh, I can't believe it's been five years



  

                   

since Grandma told me

that I was a princess,



  

                   

Me? A... a princess? Shut up.



  

                   

And right after that,

my mother surprised me



  

                   

by marrying my high-school teacher,

Patrick O 'Connell,



  

                   

It must be going well,

because they are now expecting a baby,



  

                   

Lilly's remained the same,

as she continues to cause turmoil,



  

                   

but now as a graduate

student at Berkeley,



  

                   

Which she calls "Berserkeley, "



  

                   

"How's Michael?" you may ask,



  

                   

Well, we're just friends now, as he

went off to tour the country with his band,



  

                   

Princess Mia.



  

                   

Look out the window,

and welcome back to Genovia.



  

                   

Oh, there it is, My beautiful Genovia,



  

                   

Of course, I'm completely excited to be

going back, but I'm also a bit nervous,



  

                   

(man) Genovia One has landed,



  

                   

(Mia) Grandma Clarisse will step down

by the end of this year as queen,



  

                   

and I'll be taking over, since I'm now    



  

                   

Mira, la princesa Mia,



  

                   

It's the princess from America! Hi.



  

                   

(man) Viva la princesa,



  

                   

I know I studied diplomacy

and political science at school, but,,,



  

                   

there is no course in "Queen, "

or "How To Run A Country       "



  

                   

But Grandma 's going to help me, and

I'll take over when she thinks I'm ready,



  

                   

Of course, I wonder,,, will I ever be ready?



  

                   

In the meantime, I'm going to live

in a beautiful palace like in a fairy tale,



  

                   

and eventually sit on a throne

and rule the people of Genovia,



  

                   

Is that scary or what?



  

                   

Well, maybe Fat Louie

can give me some help,



  

                   

Her Royal Highness Princess Amelia

Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi



  

                   

has arrived.



  

                   

Welcome home, Princess.



  

                   

And her royal pussycat, Sir Fat Louie.



  

                   

The one downer in my fairy tale

is I've never been in love,



  

                   

Countess Puck of Austria.



  

                   

However, this evening

is my    st-birthday party,



  

                   

and our tradition says I have to dance

with all the eligible bachelors in Genovia,



  

                   

So maybe I'll meet

my Prince Charming tonight,



  

                   

(woman) The queen is coming.



  

                   

Here she comes. Look alive.



  

                   

Places.



  

                   

She'll have a double-door entrance.



  

                   

The eagle is flying.

Repeat, the eagle is flying.



  

                   

She's in the foyer.



  

                   

Beautiful.



  

                   

But you're late, Your Majesty.



  

                   

A queen is never late.

Everyone else is simply early.



  

                   

Of course.



  

                   

(man) Her Majesty

Clarisse Renaldi,



  

                   

Queen of Genovia.



  

                   

(fanfare)



  

                   

Greetings, good friends.



  

                   

I am delighted

to welcome you here this evening.



  

                   

( chamber music)



  

                   

- Thank you.

- I hope they have string cheese.



  

                   

Ah, good.



  

                   

Many of you will remember King Rupert's

and my granddaughter, Princess Mia.



  

                   

(all) King Rupert. May he rest in peace.



  

                   

Will you please

raise your glasses in celebration



  

                   

of Princess Mia's    st birthday.



  

                   

Presenting Her Royal Highness

Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi,



  

                   

Princess of Genovia.



  

                   

(drumroll)



  

                   

(fanfare)



  

                   

To Princess Mia.



  

                   

(all) To Princess Mia.



  

                   

- It happens all the time.

- Oh!



  

                   

- And happy birthday.

- Thank you.



  

                   

(speaks Greek)



  

                   

- Oh, I don't speak Greek.

- (speaks Greek)



  

                   

- And you obviously don't speak English.

- (speaks Greek)



  

                   

One, two, three.

One, two, three.



  

                   

One, two, three. One, two, three.



  

                   

- One, two...

- Ow!



  

                   

Sorry.



  

                   

(muttering in French)



  

                   

- Have you met the princess yet?

- Briefly. But she wasn't very friendly.



  

                   

I got a hello and a goodbye.

Is this an American custom?



  

                   

- I saw that.

- Oh, uh...



  

                   

(squealing)



  

                   

Oh, I've missed you.



  

                   

- Sebastian.

- Majesty.



  

                   

- Sheila.

- Majesty.



  

                   

- What have you been up to?

- Oh, just partying, girl. You know.



  

                   

Oh, your foot. I'm so sorry. Are...



  

                   

Are you all right?



  

                   

I'll survive, Your Highness.



  

                   

The fault was entirely my own. I apologize.



  

                   

Are you sure you don't want to

exchange licenses and proof of insurance?



   

                   

No, no. These shoes

were a little big anyway.



   

                   

The swelling should help them fit better.



   

                   

Hey, get a load of this guy.



   

                   

Shimmy shimmy.



   

                   

Hey, hey, hey. Bitte,



   

                   

- You are a beautiful dancer.

- Oh, why, thank you so much.



   

                   

Like a deer.



   

                   

Or a chipmunk in the forest.



   

                   

Looks like he's trying to land a plane.



   

                   

Woodland animals

are a lovely thing to be compared to.



   

                   

May l?



   

                   

- Your timing is impeccable. Thank you.

- You're welcome, Your Highness.



   

                   

Mia. I like to be called Mia.



   

                   

And you are?



   

                   

Nicholas. Just Nicholas.



   

                   

Well, I'm very glad to see that my

clumsiness hasn't affected your dancing.



   

                   

I'm sorry I stepped on your foot.



   

                   

You can step on my foot anytime.



   

                   

Aww.



   

                   

It is Prince Jacques' turn.



   

                   

Your Highness.



   

                   

If this were my party,

we'd be kissing by now.



   

                   

That's Prince Jacques.

He's about     years old.



   

                   

He's a very precocious prince.



   

                   

He wears aftershave

to make people think that he's older.



   

                   

May I blow in your ear?



   

                   

Can you reach it?



   

                   

Princess, there's someone

from parliament you should meet.



   

                   

Charlotte, how many

members of parliament are there?



   

                   

Only two left, Your Highness.



   

                   

- Cake, ladies?

- Oh, dear.



   

                   

Oh, Your Highness, pardon me,

I am so sorry. It was only an accident.



   

                   

It's fine, it's fine.

No harm, no foul, no bruise.



   

                   

Thank you so much.



   

                   

You should be more careful,

Your Royal Highness.



   

                   

Somebody might try

to take that away from you.



   

                   

Oh, I hope not.

But thank you so much for all your help.



   

                   

Someone like me.



   

                   

Welcome back to "Eggs with Elsie, "



   

                   

I'm Elsie Kentworthy,

and today's topic is Princess Mia,



   

                   

Hi. How's it going?



   

                   

- So sorry, I thought I was alone.

- No, Miss.



   

                   

I'm Brigitte, if it pleases you.

At your service.



   

                   

- And I'm Brigitta, Miss.

- Brigitte and Brigitta, I'm Mia.



   

                   

And, please, you don't...

Don't curtsy like that.



   

                   

- Not like this? How do you like it, then?

- Like this, maybe?



   

                   

No, no, no, I didn't mean, like, you know...



   

                   

No, no, not that way. I didn't mean it, um...



   

                   

The queen bids you good morning,

Princess. She's in session with parliament.



   

                   

- OK.

- I see you've met your lady's maids.



   

                   

Yeah. Um...



   

                   

- How do you turn off the curtsies?

- Oh.



   

                   

Enough bowing. Back to your chores.



   

                   

Her Majesty will meet you

in one hour at the throne room.



   

                   

- OK.

- I'm sorry your suite isn't ready yet.



   

                   

But you're welcome

to stay here in Her Majesty's suite...



   

                   

No, no, no, no, it's fine. It's...



   

                   

Hey, can I explore

the palace a little bit?



   

                   

- Of course.

- (dog barks)



   

                   

Oh. Well, you've met Maurice.



   

                   

(Mia) Hey, Mo.



   

                   

The throne room, in an hour.



   

                   

The parliament of Genovia is in session.

Prime Minister Motaz presiding.



   

                   

Viscount Mabrey, you have the floor.



   

                   

(man) Monsieur Mabrey, s'il vous plaÎt,



   

                   

As we all know, the    st birthday

of an heir to the Genovian bloodline



   

                   

is indeed a matter

of great public significance.



   

                   

It signifies that this young person

is eligible to assume the crown.



   

                   

Indeed, we are well aware of this, Viscount.



   

                   

The queen has already

indicated that Princess Mia



   

                   

intends to learn more at her side

before assuming the throne.



   

                   

It was not Princess Mia

to whom I was referring.



   

                   

Oh, wow.



   

                   

King Chevalier



   

                   

was the great-great-great-grandfather of...



   

                   

Hello?



   

                   

Ah... Oh.



   

                   

(clears throat)



   

                   

Proceed.



   

                   

(gasps)



   

                   

Nice.



   

                   

Hello?



   

                   

(Mabrey) So.



   

                   

As of the   th of October last year,



   

                   

on the occasion of his    st birthday,



   

                   

another Genovian of the royal bloodline

became eligible to assume the throne.



   

                   

What?



   

                   

My nephew, Lord Devereaux.



   

                   

I beg your pardon?



   

                   

My nephew's mother was my wife's sister.



   

                   

Therefore, Your Majesty,

I am pleased to say



   

                   

that my nephew

is ready to take his place



   

                   

as Genovia's rightful king.



   

                   

Shut up.



   

                   

I beg your pardon?



   

                   

- I mean...

- "Shut up" doesn't always mean shut up.



   

                   

"Taisez-vous" veut dire,,,



   

                   

In America, it's like

"Oh, my," "Gee whiz," "Wow."



   

                   

- "Fantastique, " "Superbe, " "Oy vey, "

- Yeah, thank you, Mr. Prime Minister.



   

                   

But isn't Princess Mia

first in line to ascend the throne?



   

                   

Not yet.



   

                   

Genovian law states

that a princess must marry



   

                   

before she can take the throne.



   

                   

(Clarisse) We have never

enforced that law.



   

                   

A man doesn't have to marry to be king.



   

                   

I mean, this is the    st century,

for heaven's sake.



   

                   

My granddaughter should

be given the same rights as any man.



   

                   

Yeah!



   

                   

Genovia shall have no queen

lest she be bound in matrimony.



   

                   

Lord Palimore?



   

                   

That is the law of Genovia

for the last     years.



   

                   

Princess Mia is not qualified to rule

because she is unmarried.



   

                   

Forgive me, Your Majesty.



   

                   

Not all of us are sure that the princess



   

                   

is the most suitable choice

to govern our great nation.



   

                   

(all) Ooh!



   

                   

Now, now, gentlemen, gentlemen. Please.



   

                   

I suggest this honored body



   

                   

allow Princess Mia one year,



   

                   

during which time she must marry,



   

                   

or she forfeits the throne

of Genovia to young Lord Devereaux.



   

                   

What? No.



   

                   

- I object. I object most strongly.

- One year?



   

                   

-    days.

- Two months.



   

                   

   days?



   

                   

   days.



   

                   

How could parliament expect me

to fall in love in    days? It's like...



   

                   

It's like it's a big trick to get me

to have an arranged marriage, or...



   

                   

No.



   

                   

No, there's no...

That's it, there's no "or." There's... I...



   

                   

An arranged marriage is my only choice.



   

                   

What kind of person

agrees to an arranged marriage?



   

                   

Uh...



   

                   

You agreed to an arranged marriage.



   

                   

- Right.

- Yes, I did.



   

                   

And it turned out quite splendidly.



   

                   

He was my best friend.

We grew very fond of each other.



   

                   

I'm sure, Grandma, but...



   

                   

I dream of love, not fondness.



   

                   

But you don't have to do this, Mia.

You don't have to become queen.



   

                   

This is so unfair.



   

                   

(man's voice) Amelia,



   

                   

(both) Courage is not the absence of fear,



   

                   

(alone) but rather the judgment

that something else is more important...



   

                   

than fear.



   

                   

There are     years

of Renaldis on these walls.



   

                   

And I will be up there

next to my father.



   

                   

I'm sure I want my chance

to make a difference as a ruler.



   

                   

Spoken like a true queen.



   

                   

You, my boy, a true-born Genovian.



   

                   

You should be our king.



   

                   

I agree.



   

                   

But how can we make it happen?



   

                   

Give me one of your arrows.



   

                   

I'm going to show you a trick that

I learned from an old ltalian philosopher.



   

                   

Niccolò Machiavelli.



   

                   

I can make this dart

hit the bull's-eye every time.



   

                   

(yells)



   

                   

Yes, but that is cheating.



   

                   

You've got it.



   

                   

Lord Devereaux will be arriving shortly,

Mrs. Kout, with his snake of an uncle.



   

                   

Yes, Your Majesty.



   

                   

- Your Majesty.

- Hm?



   

                   

I know Lionel is the prime minister's

nephew and he's interning for the summer



   

                   

because he wants to learn about security.



   

                   

But he never leaves my side.

He sticks to me like Velcro, madam.



   

                   

It won't last very long.

He returns to school in the autumn.



   

                   

- He wants an audience with you.

- What, now?



   

                   

Now.



   

                   

Lionel?



   

                   

Short.



   

                   

I don't know if you've met

Mrs. Kout, our housekeeper,



   

                   

and Priscilla and Olivia, my lady's maids.



   

                   

I'm doing a background check on Olivia.



   

                   

Oh, that's not necessary, Lionel.



   

                   

Everybody in this room

has high-priority clearance.



   

                   

Of course, of course.



   

                   

- Your Majesty?

- Hm?



   

                   

I would gladly take a bullet for you.



   

                   

Oh, how brave.



   

                   

Most interns don't even

want to fetch me my tea.



   

                   

The limousine is at the gates, madam.



   

                   

(Clarisse) The viscount

is not staying, just the nephew.



   

                   

Joseph, I want you to protect him

and keep your eye on him at all times.



   

                   

- Of course. Lionel.

- Oh, hello.



   

                   

So is this all right to welcome

the viscount and his nephew?



   

                   

Very appropriate. And pretty.



   

                   

Oh, I can't believe

parliament invited the guy



   

                   

who's trying to steal the throne

to stay here with us at the palace.



   

                   

Oh, no, parliament didn't invite him.



   

                   

I did.



   

                   

Wha...



   

                   

I offered to have him

hung by his toes in our courtyard.



   

                   

- Excuse me.

- Yeah, what about Joe's suggestion, huh?



   

                   

No. If there's any mischief going on,

I'd prefer it be right under my nose.



   

                   

(Mabrey) It's not a very difficult job,

you know.



   

                   

You just have to open the door

before the passenger dies of old age.



   

                   

- Hello, I'm here to welcome you.

- Your staff is incompetent and unreliable.



   

                   

I just so don't want

to be nice to this guy, you know?



   

                   

I mean, he is rude,

he's arrogant, self-centered, he's...



   

                   

Ah, well, have you met him?



   

                   

- No.

- Neither have l.



   

                   

Yeah, but he probably is, Grandma.

I mean...



   

                   

Like, now, all of a sudden, out of nowhere,

he wants to be the king of Genovia?



   

                   

- What is that about?

- Oh, tush.



   

                   

Whatever he is, we will be charm itself.



   

                   

We will present ourselves

with grace and poise.



   

                   

(man) Announcing Viscount Mabrey

and Lord Devereaux.



   

                   

(Mabrey) Your Majesty.



   

                   

- Your Highness.

- Mabrey.



   

                   

Ma'am, may I introduce my nephew,

Lord Nicholas Devereaux.



   

                   

Nicholas. We are delighted

to make your acquaintance.



   

                   

Your Majesty, the pleasure is all mine.



   

                   

And thank you so much

for inviting me to stay at the palace.



   

                   

May I present my granddaughter Mia.



   

                   

Your Highness.



   

                   

Mia, would you care to welcome our guest?



   

                   

Lord Nicholas.



   

                   

(Lionel sniggers)



   

                   

She always does that.



   

                   

Uh...



   

                   

I will personally

get some ice for that foot,



   

                   

and I'll be with you

as quickly as I possibly can.



   

                   

An accident.



   

                   

Of course.



   

                   

She's training to be a flamenco dancer.



   

                   

Would you care to explain

what was going on out there?



   

                   

Sorry.



   

                   

I, uh, have met Lord Nicholas, actually.



   

                   

Yep. At the ball. Didn't know

who he was, so, you know, we...



   

                   

We danced, and I flirted.



   

                   

I feel so stupid right now.



   

                   

I see. Well, as your queen

I absolutely cannot condone it.



   

                   

As a grandma, I say, "right on."



   

                   

Now, if you'll come with me,

I have something to show you.



   

                   

- Oh, yeah.

- I think you could leave that right there.



   

                   

Uh... Yeah.



   

                   

Thank you, culinary people.



   

                   

(whispers) I'll be back.



   

                   

The renovations for your suite

are finally finished.



   

                   

Should have been ready for you

when you arrived,



   

                   

but unfortunately we asked

Rupert's cousin to do the bathroom.



   

                   

It's a good lesson. Nepotism

belongs in the arts, not in plumbing.



   

                   

This is your very own suite.



   

                   

- Are you serious? This is...

- Mm-hm.



   

                   

(gasps)



   

                   

- This is my room?

- Yes.



   

                   

Oh, Grandma.



   

                   

This is very nice.



   

                   

Good.



   

                   

We just made the bed.



   

                   

This is so cool.



   

                   

(Clarisse) Ah, Fat Louie. I think

he rather likes his new abode as well.



   

                   

There's more.



   

                   

- Is that mine?

- Why don't you go and find out?



   

                   

OK.



   

                   

I have my own mall.



   

                   

Ooh, very nice shoes.



   

                   

(Clarisse) I'm glad you like it.

Try pressing button number three.



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

They're charming. I love these.



   

                   

What do you think? Grandma?



   

                   

I'm here.



   

                   

Oh, hello. Ooh, love that.



   

                   

- This is...

- Now press combination    .



   

                   

   .



   

                   

Um... They're a little... gorgeous.



   

                   

(Clarisse) I had a selection

of the crown jewels brought out for you.



   

                   

They're yours to borrow,

with great discretion, at appropriate times.



   

                   

Now for the best surprise of all.



   

                   

Wow.



   

                   

Gorgeous, Grandma. But kind of a letdown

after the jewels, I'm not gonna lie...



   

                   

(screams)



   

                   

(squealing)



   

                   

- You're here.

- I know I'm here.



   

                   

- You're in Genovia.

- I know.



   

                   

- You're in my closet.

- Yeah.



   

                   

- You're blonde.

- I'm blonde.



   

                   

I'm so glad to see you.



   

                   

I think this is

as good a moment as any to bow out.



   

                   

I think I'll let you two ladies

catch up with each other.



   

                   

(Mia) I can't believe you're here.

When did your flight get in?



   

                   

- Just a little while ago.

- Oh.



   

                   

By the way... I'm getting married.



   

                   

- To who?

- I don't know.



   

                   

(Charlotte) Baron Johann Klimt.



   

                   

(Clarisse) No, not appropriate.

He's a compulsive gambler.



   

                   

(Mia gasps)



   

                   

Yes. Oh, yes,

l, l, l, I absolutely accept.



   

                   

Prince William. He's not eligible,

because he's in line for his own crown.



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

If he's not eligible,

why is he included in these pictures?



   

                   

- I just love to look at him.

- Mm. Me too. Mm-mm.



   

                   

- Your Majesty.

- Next.



   

                   

- (Charlotte) Antoine Suisson of Paris.

- Uh-huh.



   

                   

Plays the harp. No title, but good family.



   

                   

- What about the title "husband"?

- Yeah, he's cute.



   

                   

Mm. His boyfriend

thinks he's handsome also.



   

                   

Right on.



   

                   

No matter. Put him on

all the invitation lists. He's a divine dancer.



   

                   

(Charlotte) Next.



   

                   

(Clarisse) Too old.



   

                   

Too young.



   

                   

- Does this popcorn taste like pears?

- Mm. Genovian specialty.



   

                   

- (Joe) Arrested too many times.

- Wait, no.



   

                   

We need someone titled,



   

                   

someone who can help you run a country

without ego getting in the way.



   

                   

Someone attractive, smart,

but not arrogant.



   

                   

Someone with compassion.



   

                   

Someone like him?



   

                   

Yes. Someone very much like him.



   

                   

Good choice, Mia.

I wonder I didn't think of him before.



   

                   

- Andrew Jacoby.

- Duke of Kenilworth.



   

                   

Aw.



   

                   

Well, he looks... decent.



   

                   

(Charlotte) He was an Olympic swimmer,

rides motorcycles, loves photography,



   

                   

and he's a pilot in the Royal Air Force,



   

                   

- Can I do that?

- No.



   

                   

- You ever take those shades off?

- No.



   

                   

(Elsie) Here we are

at the breezy seashore village of Mertz.



   

                   

And our two lovers have perfect weather

for their first public outing.



   

                   

Along with Andrew's parents,

Susan and Arnold.



   

                   

Must be rather hard

to get to know each other this way.



   

                   

Oh, they're waving at us.



   

                   

- My... Oh.

- Oh, wait, wait, wait.



   

                   

Wait, Mia. A princess

should not run for a scarf.



   

                   

I got it.



   

                   

Shall we have some tea?



   

                   

- Your scarf, ma'am.

- Why, thank you, sir.



   

                   

I think you might be clumsier than me.



   

                   

Oh, good shot.



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

No, no, let them bond. Let them bond.



   

                   

- The glasses. Off.

- I'm coming, Princess.



   

                   

- I'm coming, I'm coming, Princess.

- Oh, ow.



   

                   

Oh, there you go.



   

                   

Ah.



   

                   

Ah.



   

                   

 They were smitten



   

                   

 While playing badminton



   

                   

 Where's my kitten



   

                   

( "A Love That Will Last"

by Renee Olstead)



   

                   

 I want a little



   

                   

 Something more



   

                   

 Don't want the middle



   

                   

 Or the one before



   

                   

 I don't desire



   

                   

 A complicated past



   

                   

 I want a love that will last



   

                   

(Andrew) Every marriage in my family

for the past     years has been arranged...



   

                   

- Andrew?

- Yes?



   

                   

Could you try to talk without moving your

lips? The... the readers have binoculars.



   

                   

Here we find our favorite new royal couple,



   

                   

nestled under Genovia's famous pear tree.



   

                   

- And I have something for you.

- Oh, you don't have to get me anything.



   

                   

- No, my birthday was last week, and...

- Mia. Here you go.



   

                   

Cool. You know, film.

That's nice. It's... What is that? Is that...



   

                   

It's a film canister.



   

                   

What's in the film canister? What's in it?



   

                   

- Why don't you open it? You'll see.

- Oh, OK.



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

It was my great-grandmother's

engagement ring.



   

                   

She and my great-grandfather

were married for    years.



   

                   

So l...



   

                   

I felt it could be lucky for us, maybe.



   

                   

- Do I have to put it on myself?

- No, I could do that.



   

                   

- OK.

- Yes.



   

                   

Oh, my goodness. It was a ring.



   

                   

A royal proposal has been made.



   

                   

Fly the lovebirds.



   

                   

- You ready?

- If you are.



   

                   

(man) Announcing the royal engagement



   

                   

of Princess Mia and Andrew Jacoby,

Duke of Kenilworth.



   

                   

Here, just like the princess.



   

                   

(Nicholas) Uncle, I hate to say this,

but you were wrong,



   

                   

Princess Mia has managed

to find a husband within a week.



   

                   

Mia cannot possibly be happy

with the idea of an arranged marriage.



   

                   

Your task is to romance her.



   

                   

Show her what

a real relationship could be like.



   

                   

A relationship filled with heat and passion.



   

                   

- And change her mind about Andrew.

- Exactly.



   

                   

And the   -day deadline expires,

and the throne is ours.



   

                   

And you're sure my father wanted this?



   

                   

It was his dearest wish.



   

                   

His last words to me were:



   

                   

"Help him, Arthur.

One day he could be king."



   

                   

I don't recall him

ever mentioning that to me.



   

                   

Well, you wouldn't.

You were only six years old when he died.



   

                   

But you do remember

who he named you after, don't you?



   

                   

Yes. Grandfather Nicholas.



   

                   

No, no, no, no. Niccolò Machiavelli.



   

                   

Power, my boy,

means never having to say you're sorry.



   

                   

Here, kitty kitty kitty. Come here, kitty kitty.



   

                   

Yes. Thank you.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

- Oh, Your Highness.

- Shh.



   

                   

(whispers) Andrew's plane just took off.



   

                   

He said he'd call

as soon as he arrives in London.



   

                   

He won't be gone long.

Why are we whispering?



   

                   

(whispers) I'm hiding

from my lady's maids.



   

                   

But I'm fine, I'm fine.



   

                   

(whistles Rachmaninoff's

 nd Piano Concerto)



   

                   

- Are you having second thoughts?

- No.



   

                   

Actually, on the contrary.

I was just admiring my ring.



   

                   

It was Andrew's grandmother's.



   

                   

You know, he really is so romantic.



   

                   

Well, if you'll excuse me, I really

must go see to some wedding details.



   

                   

I'm sorry, is there something

you wanted to say to me?



   

                   

No, no.



   

                   

You are the one

who stomped on me with your big feet.



   

                   

Big feet?



   

                   

Brigitte, I found her.



   

                   

Uh, Brigitta.



   

                   

(whispers) I'm not here.



   

                   

It wasn't her. It was a ghost. Whoo...



   

                   

Well, you know,

you danced with my big feet.



   

                   

Fine. I danced with you. Call The Hague,

convene the war-crimes tribunal.



   

                   

Mia, I would remind you

that we only danced for about a minute.



   

                   

It was more than a minute.



   

                   

Well, maybe a minute and a half.



   

                   

Fine. It was a minute and a half,

but it was also a lie,



   

                   

because you didn't tell me who you were

and that you were trying to steal my crown.



   

                   

Please pardon me, I just had

a momentary lapse of good manners.



   

                   

You see, usually, when I ask a woman

to dance, I always show her my family tree.



   

                   

Oh. Well, aren't you just...



   

                   

crafty.



   

                   

- (Mrs, Kout) Let's look in the ballroom.

- (Brigitta) The ballroom?



   

                   

- I don't think she's in the ballroom.

- Well.



   

                   

Do you want to know

what else you were doing,



   

                   

while you were doing your little lie dance?



   

                   

- Lie dance?

- (Brigitta) The ballroom?



   

                   

- Yeah, that is exactly what you did.

- What is a lie dance?



   

                   

(Mrs, Kout) I'll go look

in the ballroom myself.



   

                   

(Brigitta) All right.



   

                   

The lie dance is not the point.



   

                   

- The point is that...

- What is the point?



   

                   

I...



   

                   

The point is that I'm onto you. Oh boy,

am I onto what you are trying to do.



   

                   

- And what am I trying to do?

- I think we both know exactly what that is.



   

                   

Oh, oh.



   

                   

Please forgive the intrusion,

Your Highness, Lord Devereaux.



   

                   

No, you don't... Uh...



   

                   

(Joe) I'm told this Lord Devereaux boy

is a native Genovian.



   

                   

Recently graduated Cambridge,

gourmet cook,



   

                   

plays polo and rugby,

and is known as quite a ladies' man.



   

                   

- She was in a closet?

- With him. Yes.



   

                   

Does she have the makings of a queen?



   

                   

Well, she's young,

but I've always believed in her.



   

                   

The wedding invitations

have been sent out.



   

                   

- She and Andrew make a fine pair, I think.

- Yes, they do.



   

                   

She's very set on it, you know.



   

                   

Clarisse, my dear.

Forget the wedding for a moment.



   

                   

(clears throat)



   

                   

In less than a month,

you will no longer be queen,



   

                   

and I will no longer

be your head of security.



   

                   

I think it's time we bring

our friendship out of the shadows.



   

                   

- Oh, Joseph, l...

- Yes.



   

                   

Yes, my dear. I would kneel

if it weren't for my knee replacement.



   

                   

Joseph, there's a wedding to be planned.



   

                   

Mia needs to win over the people

of Genovia, all in less than    days.



   

                   

Perhaps it's time to consider

the duty you have to yourself.



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

Clarisse...



   

                   

My darling, please think about it. Please.



   

                   

I will.



   

                   

(Mia) Dear diary, My queen

lessons continue, Surprise, surprise,



   

                   

To fulfill one Genovian tradition,

I must learn to shoot a flaming arrow



   

                   

through a ceremonial ring, which will

happen on the eve of my coronation,



   

                   

It's symbolic for lighting

my own eternal flame,



   

                   

( "Fun In The Sun " by Steve Harwell)



   

                   

 We all want a holiday



   

                   

 Let's take a little time for a getaway



   

                   

 It's all good, and better still



   

                   

 We can go crazy and you know we will



   

                   

 We'll have fun in the sun



   

                   

 Everybody wants some



   

                   

 Yeah, yeah



   

                   

 Fun in the sun



   

                   

 Everybody needs some



   

                   

 Yeah, yeah



   

                   

 Fun in the sun



   

                   

 I'm talking about a good time



   

                   

 Yeah, yeah



   

                   

 Fun in the sun



   

                   

 You know



   

                   

Sorry.



   

                   

They're here. The sparrow is flying.



   

                   

Sorry, I'm sorry.

I am almost in time though.



   

                   

OK, sorry, got it, I got it.



   

                   

You know what? I'm OK. I'm fine.



   

                   

So...



   

                   

- What are we learning today?

- We are learning the art of the fan.



   

                   

- Fascinating.

- Yes.



   

                   

Get up. Get up. We only have about

ten minutes in which to communicate this.



   

                   

Now, first of all,

one handles a fan very deliberately.



   

                   

It's a tremendous

tool of communication. That's it.



   

                   

You can say things like,

"I'm feeling flirtatious. Come hither."



   

                   

( "Three Little Maids From School"

by Gilbert and Sullivan)



   

                   

You can say, "l never wish

to speak to you again. Go away."



   

                   

You can say,

"I'm feeling terribly shy today."



   

                   

 Pert as a schoolgirl well can be



   

                   

 Filled to the brim with girlish glee



   

                   

 Three little maids from school



   

                   

 Everything is a source of fun



   

                   

And you...



   

                   

Are you sassing your grandma?



   

                   

I would never sass you, Grandma.



   

                   

This is also a way

of showing you're annoyed.



   

                   

We will have somebody come

and visit your farm in the morning,



   

                   

and perhaps we can repair

the well and save your field.



   

                   

This is for your table.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

Thank you, Your Majesty.



   

                   

You do this so well. They just adore you.



   

                   

It's part of an ancient Genovian tradition.



   

                   

One has to be fair and very honest.



   

                   

Even if you can't help,

you have to show the people you care.



   

                   

(woman) Citizen Jacqueline Grenough.



   

                   

We will review

your scholarship application,



   

                   

and someone will be in touch

no later than the end of next week.



   

                   

Oh, merci, Your Majesty.



   

                   

Here is a melon for your table.



   

                   

Oh, merci, Jacqueline. C'est gentil,



   

                   

(woman) Citizen Tiny Duval.



   

                   

- Your Majesty.

- Bonjour, Tiny.



   

                   

May I present

my granddaughter, Princess Mia.



   

                   

- Princess Mia.

- Monsieur.



   

                   

Thank you for seeing me today.

Something for your table.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

She's my favorite.



   

                   

I hope you like omelets.



   

                   

- May l?

- Of course.



   

                   

Be careful.



   

                   

- Aw, it's a chicken.

- Careful.



   

                   

We have a chicken situation

in the throne room.



   

                   

Mia.



   

                   

Yeah?



   

                   

A princess never chases a chicken.



   

                   

(Mia) Dear diary,



   

                   

Tomorrow my stress level goes to    

as I review the royal guard,



   

                   

The whole court

will be watching, plus the troops,



   

                   

And I'm wearing a floor-length dress,



   

                   

I also have to be ladylike

while riding sidesaddle, Hah!



   

                   

- I can't ride sidesaddle.

- No, no, no.



   

                   

I couldn't ride sidesaddle either

when I was your age,



   

                   

and frankly, dear,

it is acutely uncomfortable.



   

                   

Herbie is my riding companion.

Here he is.



   

                   

Herbie.



   

                   

- It's a wooden leg.

- Yes.



   

                   

That is impressively sneaky, Grandma.

Did you come up with this on your own?



   

                   

Oh, no, it's a centuries-old idea,



   

                   

- And you put the riding boot on it,,,

- Exactly,



   

                   

Our ancestors knew

a thing or two, right?



   

                   

You just drape your skirt over it

and nobody suspects a thing,



   

                   

(man) Hear ye, hear ye.



   

                   

Princess Amelia

Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi



   

                   

reviews the Royal Guard of Genovia.



   

                   

Now, the last time we spoke,

you mentioned that Princess Mia's horse,



   

                   

Sandy, gets easily spooked by snakes.



   

                   

So let's get it really spooked,

shall we?



   

                   

This is a fake snake.



   

                   

Oh, you're very observant.

A regular David Attenborough.



   

                   

That's rubber, yes.

But it will spook the horse.



   

                   

I'm Nick. Viscount Mabrey's nephew.



   

                   

Ah, the chap who's trying

to stage the palace coup.



   

                   

I'm Andrew Jacoby. Nice to meet you.



   

                   

Lilly Moscovitz, official best friend

of future queen. I don't like you.



   

                   

Pleasure.



   

                   

Atten... hurgh!



   

                   

I like all these men wearing helmets.



   

                   

Open ranks... hurgh!



   

                   

(fanfare)



   

                   

Sandy... Oh! Oh! Oh!



   

                   

My goodness. Oh, my...



   

                   

- Easy. Sandy, easy.

- Princess.



   

                   

Princess. It's OK, Princess. I'm here.



   

                   

No wonder she's so clumsy.

She's got a wooden leg.



   

                   

(laughs loudly)



   

                   

Talk about getting off on the wrong foot.



   

                   

(man) The ceremony has officially ended.



   

                   

(crying)



   

                   

You shouldn't hide.



   

                   

It only makes them gossip more.



   

                   

What do you want?



   

                   

Just think, Mia. One more leg

and you could've easily outrun your horse.



   

                   

I don't need this right now.



   

                   

Mia, I'm...



   

                   

I'm sorry, l...



   

                   

No, you're not.

You never think about anyone but yourself.



   

                   

So just this once,

can you please let me be miserable,



   

                   

and not make me feel

worse about myself?



   

                   

- Just go away. Go away, go away...

- Mia...



   

                   

Princess, excuse me.

The queen has arrived.



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

Nicholas.



   

                   

Am I going to be disappointed in you?



   

                   

Unfortunate incident, that.



   

                   

I'm just leaving.

You going to come and see me off?



   

                   

I'd like to speak

with your uncle alone, Nicholas. Please.



   

                   

Viscount. You may not be aware of what

my job entails as the royal head of security.



   

                   

My job is to protect the crown,

to make sure no harm comes to the crown.



   

                   

To step in when someone toys

with the crown's emotions, you see.



   

                   

I think the entire country understands how

well you cater for the crown's emotions.



   

                   

If you hurt my girl,

you will answer directly to me.



   

                   

And whatever crimes

I commit against you, remember:



   

                   

I have diplomatic immunity

in    countries.



   

                   

Including Puerto Rico.



   

                   

Sir, you will find that the word "fear"

is not in my vocabulary.



   

                   

Perhaps.



   

                   

But it's in your eyes.



   

                   

You forgot something.



   

                   

- Au revoir, Pierre, et merci beaucoup,

- Très bien, Majesté,



   

                   

Nicholas, l...

I want to ask you a question.



   

                   

Of course, Your Majesty.



   

                   

Why are you so against

Princess Mia being queen?



   

                   

Well, my uncle feels that

Princess Mia doesn't know the people.



   

                   

And you feel you do know the people?



   

                   

Yes. I was born here,

I went to primary school here.



   

                   

I am a true Genovian.



   

                   

Mia didn't even know

she was Genovian until high school,



   

                   

and to be frank,

she's spent little time here since then.



   

                   

Well, I happen to feel

that she'll make a great ruler.



   

                   

She's terribly bright, sensitive, caring.



   

                   

- I know that.

- You do?



   

                   

Yes. Yes, I do. But...



   

                   

How can one rule the people

if they do not know the people?



   

                   

Touché. That's a very good question.



   

                   

( "Sempre Libera" by Verdi)



   

                   

Opera's new rising star, Anna Netrebko.



   

                   

Looks good enough to eat.



   

                   

How are your grandchildren,

Lily, Charlotte and Sam?



   

                   

They're wonderful.

Thank you for remembering.



   

                   

How are you? Good to see you.



   

                   

How's your dachshund? Maury, right?



   

                   

He is great.

You remember him from last summer?



   

                   

(speaks Croatian)



   

                   

Mia's doing well.



   

                   

Some major mingling, I see.



   

                   

A little higher, Olivia.



   

                   

(woman) Mia.



   

                   

- Did you happen to see who's here?

- Who?



   

                   

The king wannabe with Lady Elissa.



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

Is she his... girlfriend?



   

                   

Nicholas doesn't have girlfriends,

he has dates.



   

                   

But attractive ones.



   

                   

- You talk to him much?

- Uh...



   

                   

We acknowledge each other.



   

                   

- Andrew?

- Yes, dear. Coming.



   

                   

Yuck.



   

                   

- Well, the camera's all ready to go, so...

- All right.



   

                   

Let's go this way.



   

                   

No more straggling for me.



   

                   

- You did very well, Mia. Very charming.

- Oh, thank you.



   

                   

- Wait, wait, wait. The light is perfect.

- What?



   

                   

- Just one more, please.

- Please, no more pictures.



   

                   

- Come on, please. One more.

- It's very flattering, but...



   

                   

Mia, one more picture...



   

                   

Ah.



   

                   

Hello. I'm Andrew Jacoby.



   

                   

- Oh, hello. Lady Elissa.

- Pleasure.



   

                   

- Lady Elissa.

- Your Highness.



   

                   

Hello.



   

                   

Elissa and I were just discussing

her latest achievement.



   

                   

- She's received a Rhodes Scholarship.

- Nicholas, please.



   

                   

Why not brag? You're an amazing woman.



   

                   

Elissa, congratulations. You know, Andrew

has a PhD in anthropology from Oxford.



   

                   

- Oh, really? That's wonderful.

- Fantastic.



   

                   

- Elissa was in the Peace Corps.

- Really?



   

                   

Andrew spent four months in Papua New

Guinea studying the bark of a yam tree.



   

                   

- Elissa single-handedly...

- Andrew...



   

                   

Elissa is actually trying to say something.

Yes, Lady Elissa?



   

                   

Andrew, would you like to get a drink?



   

                   

I have a feeling they're going to start

a "My horse is bigger than your horse" run.



   

                   

I would absolutely love to. Excuse us.



   

                   

You know, her horse actually is very huge.



   

                   

- Oh, really?

- Yes...



   

                   

- Fantastic party.

- It is.



   

                   

- You two make such a lovely couple.

- We do. Thanks.



   

                   

- It's a shame you're not attracted to him.

- I know, it...



   

                   

You... I... Come back here.



   

                   

( "Miracles Can Happen" by Jonny Blu)



   

                   

Ladies and gentlemen,

a special treat for our friends from Asia.



   

                   

Jonny Blu.



   

                   

(sings in Mandarin)



   

                   

Come back here. You... you can't just

say something like that and walk away.



   

                   

I will have you know

that I am very attracted to Andrew.



   

                   

Well, obviously.



   

                   

I am. He's... We are perfect for each other.



   

                   

- He understands me...

- Understands you? Wow. What passion.



   

                   

I didn't hear you mention love.



   

                   

- You are so jealous.

- Why would I be jealous of Andrew?



   

                   

He's got to spend

the rest of his life married to you.



   

                   

I loathe you.



   

                   

(gasps)



   

                   

- I loathe you.

- I loathed you first.



   

                   

Wait. What are you doing?

What is wrong with you?



   

                   

You can't just go around kissing people.



   

                   

- Particularly not engaged people.

- You enjoyed it.



   

                   

- You want to kiss again?

- Well, l...



   

                   

No! Stop trying to confuse me.



   

                   

What's confusing about a kiss?



   

                   

You're just trying to make me like you

so that I won't want to marry Andrew



   

                   

and so that you can have the crown. Oh!



   

                   

Well, maybe I am, and...

maybe I just like kissing you.



   

                   

You... You stay away from me.



   

                   

Mia...



   

                   

You know what?

I have an idea. I have a brilliant idea.



   

                   

Why don't you go underwater

and I'll count to a million?



   

                   

Mia, careful... Mia.



   

                   

Do I want to know?



   

                   

I don't think so.



   

                   

I'll be two seconds, Mia.



   

                   

She's going to be a handful, isn't she?



   

                   

You'll never be bored, Andrew.



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

- Olivia, enough goodbyes.

- Yes, ma'am.



   

                   

- Eagle is leaving! Eagle is leaving!

- In hushed tones, Lionel.



   

                   

Hushed tones.



   

                   

(Clarisse) When are you going

to start acting responsibly?



   

                   

Hiding in a closet

with a man who is not your betrothed?



   

                   

Coming out of a fountain dripping wet with

the same man, who is not your betrothed?



   

                   

Do you think I plan

for this kind of stuff to happen?



   

                   

I lost it. Sometimes you just lose it.



   

                   

You can't afford to lose it. Other people

lose it. We're supposed to find it.



   

                   

People look up to us, and we're

held to higher standards of behavior.



   

                   

Can you try to grasp that concept?



   

                   

The concept is grasped.



   

                   

The execution is a little elusive.



   

                   

Oh, I would say so.



   

                   

Try to get some sleep. You'll want

to look fresh for the parade tomorrow.



   

                   

Good night.



   

                   

Good night, Grandmother.



   

                   

(mutters and grumbles)



   

                   

Well, Maurice, it's just you and l.



   

                   

Or are you upset with me too?



   

                   

(shouts) Royal Guard of Genovia, fall in.



   

                   

Big parade day.



   

                   

Identify, Mustang personnel.



   

                   

Why do you talk like that?



   

                   

I'm Captain Kip Kelly of the Royal Guard.



   

                   

What if we all talked like that?



   

                   

(shouts) Lilly Moscovitz, best friend

of Princess Mia, riding in the 'Stang.



   

                   

That was very nicely done, Miss Lilly.



   

                   

- It's a pleasure to meet you.

- Hi.



   

                   

The prettiest girl is riding in the 'Stang.



   

                   

- Flag?

- Thank you.



   

                   

Flag? Welcome.



   

                   

Welcome, Viscount Mabrey.

May I offer you a flag?



   

                   

Thank you, I am not a waving aficionado.



   

                   

But I will wave our national flag



   

                   

when a true Genovian king

once again sits on the throne.



   

                   

King Nicholas.



   

                   

Flag?



   

                   

How do you feel today, my dear?



   

                   

Honestly, Joe, not that great.



   

                   

Well, would you feel better

if you called me Joey?



   

                   

- No, Joe.

- Good.



   

                   

- Come on, Joseph. We're already late.

- Her Majesty is ready.



   

                   

Can't keep the people

of Genovia waiting any longer.



   

                   

Happy lndependence Day, Genovia!



   

                   

Here we are in Pyrus, capital of Genovia,

for the big annual parade.



   

                   

Here they come.



   

                   

(crowd sings Genovian national anthem)



   

                   

(Elsie) There's Prime Minister Motaz,

strutting his stuff.



   

                   

 Genovia, Genovia



   

                   

(Elsie) People are coming

from all over Genovia.



   

                   

Here's the Mertz Marching Band,

led by Lucy Carmichael.



   

                   

And now, of course,

the Libbet's folk dancers.



   

                   

Also known as the "Leapers of Libbet."



   

                   

And now the queen, with Princess Mia.



   

                   

(boy) Na-na, I don't like your braids.



   

                   

(boy  ) Hey, thumb-sucker.



   

                   

Stop the carriage.



   

                   

What... what's going on? Mia?



   

                   

- She's stopped the parade.

- How rude.



   

                   

(Elsie) Uh-oh.

What's the princess going to do now?



   

                   

She's walking towards

the children's shelter.



   

                   

- Hello, everybody.

- (all) Hello, Princess.



   

                   

Hello. What's your name?



   

                   

Carolina.



   

                   

And what are your names?



   

                   

- John.

- Blake.



   

                   

Did I see you messing with Carolina?



   

                   

They were tugging on my braid.



   

                   

Excuse me. These children are?



   

                   

Most of them are orphans.

We care for as many as possible.





 

                   

Kissing children. Hugging orphans.



 

                   

What a vulgar, low,

despicable, political trick.



 

                   

Carolina.



 

                   

Would you like to be a princess today?



 

                   

I can't, I'm too little. Too piccola.



 

                   

Oh, no. Because I declare

that anyone can be a princess today.



 

                   

Well, why don't we get you a tiara,



 

                   

and you can wave,

and march in the parade?



 

                   

In fact, why don't you all take tiaras?



  

                   

All? Give them all free tiaras?



  

                   

- I'll take care of it later.

- Thank you.



  

                   

- (girl) Yo quiero una verde.

- (girl  ) I want a silver one.



  

                   

You won't be able to wave

with your thumb in your mouth.



  

                   

- I can wave with this hand.

- Very good.



  

                   

- (girl) I want the purple one.

- (boy) I want a crown.



  

                   

- (boy  ) Can we be in the parade?

- Of course, of course.



  

                   

We could always use

more princes in the world.



  

                   

OK, so...



  

                   

To be a princess, you have

to believe that you are a princess.



  

                   

You've got to walk

the way you think a princess would walk.



  

                   

So think tall, you gotta smile,

and wave, and just have fun.



  

                   

- So are you ready?

- Yes.



  

                   

Ah, she's letting the children join her.

How charming.



  

                   

Not for everyone.



  

                   

Drumroll, please.



  

                   

(shouts) Give the princess a drumroll.



  

                   

(drumroll)



  

                   

(Kelly) Forward...



  

                   

march!



  

                   

( "Breakaway" by Kelly Clarkson)



  

                   

Just remember, you are a princess.



  

                   

 I'll spread my wings

and I'll learn how to fly



  

                   

 I'll do what it takes 'til I touch the sky



  

                   

 And I'll make a wish



  

                   

 Take a chance, make a change



  

                   

 And break away



  

                   

There you go.



  

                   

- Everybody having fun?

- (all) Yeah.



  

                   

 But I won't forget all the ones that I love



  

                   

 I'll take a risk



  

                   

 Take a chance, make a change



  

                   

 And break away



  

                   

This has been Elsie Kentworthy and former

Miss Genovia, Hildegaard Huffman,



  

                   

at the best lndependence Day

parade Genovia's seen in years.



  

                   

Thanks to Princess Mia's special surprise.



  

                   

May the rest of your day be sunny-side up.



  

                   

(Mia) And so, gentlemen,

the children from the shelter



  

                   

will be housed at the winter castle

in the mountains of Libbet.



  

                   

The use of the castle as a resort



  

                   

is sort of a perk

for parliament members and dignitaries.



  

                   

- Exactly.

- Oh.



  

                   

Well, I'm going to de-perk it,

and convert it into a children's shelter



  

                   

until money can be raised

for one of their own.



  

                   

I feel guilty

having two homes while they have none.



  

                   

(whispers) We're going to have

to do something. Where are we gonna ski?



  

                   

Lord Crawley, how is your brother doing?



  

                   

- I don't speak to my brother.

- Oh.



  

                   

Well, I've hired him

to be the architect on the project.



  

                   

- Mr. Crawley.

- Your Highness.



  

                   

Gentlemen.



  

                   

- Jerry.

- Dean.



  

                   

Well, I look forward

to getting your notes on these plans.



  

                   

But no one else's.



  

                   

- Oh, I'll give you notes, because I'm part...

- Oh, no, you won't. I'm an architect.



  

                   

- I am part of this parliament.

- Oh, you just go sking...



  

                   

- So what if I go sking?

-...and you like to be an outdoorsman.



  

                   

- Oh, and you're a couch potato.

- Outdoorsman.



  

                   

- You're a couch potato.

- Outdoorsman.



  

                   

- Couch potato. Couch potato.

- Outdoorsman. Outdoorsman.



  

                   

- Couch...

- (knocking)



  

                   

The queen approves of the plan,

and I intend to see it through.



  

                   

Now, gentlemen, I don't think it'll take

too long to raise the money. Do you?



  

                   

We're setting up

the ramp in the ballroom.



  

                   

OK.



  

                   

- Hello.

- Hello.



  

                   

My hello's insignificant.



  

                   

Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, come with me.



  

                   

So.



  

                   

- Are you crashing my bridal shower?

- Sadly, no.



  

                   

I wanted to tell you that I was very

impressed by what you did at the parade.



  

                   

Thank you.



  

                   

I'm having a slumber party.



  

                   

Congratulations on the children's center.



  

                   

- Thank you. Thank you.

- That's wonderful.



  

                   

- She needs to get ready for the party.

- She's busy.



  

                   

Lenny, Squiggy, zip it.



  

                   

Lilly? The princesses are arriving.



  

                   

- Well, I should go and read my book.

- I should go and get changed. Yeah.



  

                   

- That's it.

- Bye.



  

                   

Hello, hello. Elsie Kentworthy here.



  

                   

Weeks before her wedding, Princess Mia,

in a stroke of skilled diplomacy,



  

                   

has invited royal princesses

from all over the world



  

                   

to her bridal shower slumber party.



  

                   

Hello, Princess Lorraine.



  

                   

- Oh, braces.

- Yeah. I'm getting two diamonds put in.



  

                   

Oh.



  

                   

That must make it more comfortable.



  

                   

Hi, Charlotte.



  

                   

Princess Aimee of Mallorca.



   

                   

- Is this my party?

- No, this is Princess Mia's party.



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

(giggling and laughing)



   

                   

(Mia) So I want thank you all very much

for my fabulous bridal shower presents.



   

                   

And now, I have a present for you.



   

                   

It's time for mattress surfing!



   

                   

( "Let's Bounce"

by Christy Carlson Romano)



   

                   

 Time to get the party started



   

                   

 Everybody's ready to



   

                   

 So let's bounce



   

                   

 And it's something new



   

                   

 Let's bounce



   

                   

 'Cause we all want to



   

                   

 Let's bounce



   

                   

 Gonna have some fun



   

                   

 Everybody, everyone



   

                   

 Everybody, everyone



   

                   

 Let's bounce



   

                   

 Get the party on



   

                   

 Let's bounce



   

                   

 From dusk 'til dawn



   

                   

 Let's shout



   

                   

 Gonna all go there



   

                   

 Everybody, everywhere



   

                   

 You know we gotta make it bounce



   

                   

 I'm ready, baby



   

                   

 Let's bounce



   

                   

(whispers)



   

                   

 Let's bounce



   

                   

(music stops)



   

                   

Princess Aimee has to go potty.



   

                   

( "I Always Get What I Want"

by Avril Lavigne)



   

                   

 Everything that I got



   

                   

 So get me what I want



   

                   

 'Cause I'm a big shot



   

                   

I think I'll just have some milk

and cookies in my room, Olivia.



   

                   

- Yes, Your Majesty.

- Perhaps some earplugs.



   

                   

- Quite a party, darling.

- Yeah. We're just having a little bit of fun.



   

                   

Oh, Rupert and the boys

used to love doing that.



   

                   

King Rupert. May he rest in peace.



   

                   

I did it too, you know. But a little differently.



   

                   

Felix?



   

                   

- I thought you never slide.

- I don't.



   

                   

But I've done a lot of flying in my time.



   

                   

( "Trouble" by Pink)



   

                   

Is she really going to do this?



   

                   

May l?



   

                   

Ha!



   

                   

Ta-da.



   

                   

 I've been working at the palace



   

                   

 Just to pass the time away



   

                   

 Can't you hear the bells a-ringing?



   

                   

 Rise up so early in the morn



   

                   

 Can't you hear the bells a-shouting?



   

                   

 Maids, go do your chores



   

                   

And now, to end our little show,



   

                   

if we all give her a shout-out,



   

                   

Her Majesty may sing us a song.



   

                   

Thank you, no.



   

                   

Queens rarely do karaoke.



   

                   

Grandma, come on. The song

you sang at my    th-birthday party.



   

                   

- Remember that? They loved it.

- Dear, we had music then.



   

                   

Mia had a CD made,

so you can sing along.



   

                   

Clarisse, Clarisse,



   

                   

Clarisse, Clarisse, Clarisse...



   

                   

Some girls are fair,

some are jolly and fit.



   

                   

Some have a well-bred air,

or a well-honed wit.



   

                   

 Each one's a jewel, with a singular shine



   

                   

 A work of art with its own rare design



   

                   

 Dear little girl, you are terribly blessed



   

                   

 But it's your heart of gold I love the best



   

                   

 And that will be your crowning glory



   

                   

 Your whole life through



   

                   

 lt'll always be your crowning glory



   

                   

 The most glorious part



   

                   

-  Of you

- ( r&b beat)



   

                   

What did you do?



   

                   

Well, I might have

tweaked it a little bit on my computer.



   

                   

But I don't know

how to do this sort of thing.



   

                   

Asana, now.



   

                   

Grandma, just follow Asana and sing.



   

                   

-  Some boys can walk

-  Some guys can groove



   

                   

-  Strike an elegant pose

-  Wear the really hip clothes



   

                   

 Some seem to have no faults



   

                   

-  But we never like those

-  No, we don't



   

                   

-  They'll praise your eyes

-  Your melodious laugh



   

                   

 Call you more lovely than others by half



   

                   

-  The one who's right

-  My gorgeous prince



   

                   

-  Will be honest and true

-  He'll believe in me too



   

                   

 And prize your heart of gold the way I do



   

                   

 He'll know that

that will be your crowning glory



   

                   

 Your whole life through



   

                   

 Your love will see

that it's your crowning glory



   

                   

 The most glorious part



   

                   

 Of you



   

                   

-  And you

-  And you



   

                   

 And you



   

                   

Me?



   

                   

Go on.



   

                   

 That will be your crowning glory



   

                   

 Darling, when they tell your story



   

                   

 They'll call your heart of gold

your crowning glory



   

                   

 The most glorious part



   

                   

 Of you



   

                   

(Mabrey) Gretchen, hot water.



   

                   

- What are you saying?

- Well, she's smart.



   

                   

And she really cares about Genovia.



   

                   

Maybe...



   

                   

Well, maybe it wouldn't be so bad

if she ran the country.



   

                   

Are you mad?



   

                   

She believes in Genovia

so much that she's convinced herself



   

                   

to marry someone that

she knows she can never love.



   

                   

I can't believe that I am hearing this.

You want her to rule?



   

                   

After all the effort that we have put in,

to end up with nothing?



   

                   

It wouldn't be nothing. Genovia would be

in good hands, and she would be happy.



   

                   

Ah.



   

                   

You've fallen in love with her.



   

                   

No.



   

                   

No, Uncle, all that I'm asking...



   

                   

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, you listen.



   

                   

What do you think will happen?

That she will leave Andrew and marry you?



   

                   

I put in the effort to make you a king,



   

                   

not to have you marry a queen.

I will not have it, sir.



   

                   

Don't worry, Uncle. That will never happen.

Mia doesn't care for me that way.



   

                   

Oh, but you care for her.



   

                   

Uncle, I just want us to stop

trying to sabotage her. That's all.



   

                   

All right. If that's what you really want.



   

                   

I just want your happiness, my boy.



   

                   

Go to her.



   

                   

Congratulate her.



   

                   

And tell her that we surrender.



   

                   

Thank you, Uncle.



   

                   

Elsie Kentworthy, please.



   

                   

(coughing)



   

                   

That's enough flaming ones for now.



   

                   

Are you sure I didn't burn you?



   

                   

- (Lilly) Of course you did. Look at his coat.

- No, no, it's very minor.



   

                   

You just sort of seared the sleeve. Look.



   

                   

(Mia) Sorry.



   

                   

(Nicholas whistling Rachmaninoff)



   

                   

- Lilly?

- Yes?



   

                   

- Can I talk to you for a second?

- Uh-huh.



   

                   

Look over there.



   

                   

Should I shoo him? Should I shoo him?

Just tell me who I should shoo and I'll shoo.



   

                   

I just want to talk to Nicholas for a second.



   

                   

OK.



   

                   

- Backing off, please. Andrew?

- Yes?



   

                   

Why don't you go introduce

Lilly to your parents?



   

                   

You know, just tell them

I'll be up for brunch in a second.



   

                   

(Lilly) Yeah, I'd love

to meet Susan and Arnold.



   

                   

We can have those tasty

finger sandwiches together.



   

                   

Would you like some help?



   

                   

He's not the one she's marrying, is he?



   

                   

Would you please try to keep up, Brigitta?

He's trying to steal the crown.



   

                   

- Ready?

- Mm-hm.



   

                   

- Take your stance.

- OK.



   

                   

Elbow down. Just a bit.



   

                   

Use your mouth as an anchor.



   

                   

- Excuse me?

- Touch your mouth.



   

                   

Good.



   

                   

Relax this hand.



   

                   

And breathe in.



   

                   

Release.



   

                   

Oh.



   

                   

How did that feel?



   

                   

Wonderful.



   

                   

Wonderful.



   

                   

Turn around.

We should give them some privacy.



   

                   

I have to go. I really

only came back to pack my things.



   

                   

You're leaving?



   

                   

I think it's time I bowed out gracefully.



   

                   

Don't you?



   

                   

Goodbye.



   

                   

- Bye.

- Goodbye.



   

                   

Mia.



   

                   

Could I see you one more time before I go?



   

                   

Nicholas, I'm watched like a hawk.



   

                   

Princess, Princess.



   

                   

See?



   

                   

I'll find a way.



   

                   

Yes?



   

                   

Um, nothing.

I'm just supposed to watch you.



   

                   

(crashing and clattering)



   

                   

With only two and a half days left, Olivia,

I'm beginning to feel rather frantic.



   

                   

Would you take

Maurice out for me, please?



   

                   

I have to check the orchestra selections.



   

                   

And they asked you to approve a place

setting for the reception, Your Majesty.



   

                   

Very well.



   

                   

(woman's voice) Our selections

for dancing at the royal reception.



   

                   

( waltz music)



   

                   

(chuckles)



   

                   

Have you been thinking about us?



   

                   

Yes, I have.



   

                   

I see.



   

                   

If you'll excuse me.



   

                   

No, Joseph.

You had to know what I was going to say.



   

                   

Mia needs me now more than ever before.



   

                   

It's the monarchy. I mean,

as queen it's my responsibility.



   

                   

You know how it is.



   

                   

You were never just my queen, Clarisse.



   

                   

You were the someone that I wanted

to spend the rest of my life with.



   

                   

But, if you prefer that I see you

first and foremost as my queen...



   

                   

- I shall oblige.

- No, Joseph...



   

                   

Your Majesty.



   

                   

(music stops)



   

                   

Your bed is turned down, Your Highness.



   

                   

If you don't need anything else, Princess,

we're going to supper.



   

                   

Oh. Well, enjoy yourselves, ladies.



   

                   

Ah-ah-ah. What did we talk about?



   

                   

No more curtsy.



   

                   

We're going to supper.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

- Hi, Miss Lilly.

- May we announce you?



   

                   

I can announce myself. Lilly Moscovitz!



   

                   

- Mia, look out your window.

- Why? What's going on?



   

                   

Just look out your window.

Prince Charming is throwing pebbles.



   

                   

Nicholas.



   

                   

Nicholas, what are you doing?



   

                   

(clears throat)



   

                   

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, with hair so fine.



   

                   

Come out your window,

climb down the vine.



   

                   

The feat you ask, dear sir, isn't easy.



   

                   

And I won't respond

to that line, it's far too cheesy.



   

                   

So what does he want?



   

                   

He wants me to climb down the vine.



   

                   

- Well, do you want to?

- Yes.



   

                   

- So go.

- It's a recipe for disaster.



   

                   

Mia, do something impulsive

for once in your life. You're getting married.



   

                   

Do you want a regular bachelorette party

with     screaming girls,



   

                   

or do you want a stroll in the moonlight

with your almost-Prince Charming?



   

                   

I always like a man in shades.



   

                   

- Oh, Your Majesty.

- No, no, ladies.



   

                   

Come in, come in.

I was just about to leave.



   

                   

This really is more romantic in books.



   

                   

My foot is stuck.



   

                   

(thud)



   

                   

Oh, what was that?



   

                   

 Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques



   

                   

 Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?



   

                   

Your Majesty, we never got to finish

our routine at the slumber party.



   

                   

And there's more dancing, too.



   

                   

 Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques



   

                   

-  Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?

- (thud)



   

                   

- And there's a big finish.

- Yes, the big finale.



   

                   

(screaming)



   

                   

(grunts of pain)



   

                   

- I'm sorry. Did I hurt you again?

- No, l... I'm used to it.



   

                   

 Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines



   

                   

 Ding, dang, dong



   

                   

 Ding, dang, dong



   

                   

What a pity we missed it at the party.



   

                   

(Lilly) I'll cover for you. Go, Rapunzel, go.



   

                   

- (Nicholas) Tell me your greatest desires.

- Tell me a secret.



   

                   

- lsn't that the same?

- Almost.



   

                   

But anyone can see your desires.



   

                   

No one knows what's in your heart.



   

                   

- Tell me something.

- Um...



   

                   

I love I Love Lucy reruns.

And sometimes I dream in black and white.



   

                   

I used to pretend I was sick

when I had a test in school.



   

                   

- We all did that.

- OK.



   

                   

Sometimes, I put chocolate milk

on my cereal.



   

                   

I am deathly afraid of jellyfish.



   

                   

I haven't danced with you

since your birthday.



   

                   

That's a fact. It's not a secret.



   

                   

The secret is, is that...



   

                   

I still want to.



   

                   

( "Love Me Tender" by Norah Jones)



   

                   

 Love me tender



   

                   

 Love me sweet



   

                   

 Never let me go



   

                   

 You have made



   

                   

 My life complete



   

                   

 And I love you so



   

                   

 Love me tender



   

                   

 Love me true



   

                   

 All my dreams fulfill



   

                   

 For, my darling



   

                   

 I love you



   

                   

 And I always will



   

                   

Good morning.



   

                   

- Good morning.

- Hello.



   

                   

- We stayed out all night.

- Yes, we did.



   

                   

We stayed out all night.



   

                   

Is that...



   

                   

- There's a man in that boat.

- What?



   

                   

Do you see that?

There's somebody over there.



   

                   

He's probably some fisherman, I suppose.



   

                   

With a video camera?



   

                   

- What?

- You're really low.



   

                   

No, Mia.

I have no idea who that man is.



   

                   

You know, it's really a shame he didn't

get juicier stuff last night, you jerk.



   

                   

Mia, I have nothing to do with this. I swear.



   

                   

Mia, please. Come on.

Will you listen to me?



   

                   

- That is not my boat.

- Hey, Nicholas? Have a nice life.



   

                   

But that is my horse. Mia...



   

                   

Mia? Hello?



   

                   

Good morning, my love.



   

                   

I know it's a little early,

but I've been thinking.



   

                   

Things have been so pressured lately.



   

                   

I was wondering

whether we should spend...



   

                   

Lilly?



   

                   

Good morning, Your Majesty.



   

                   

- What... What are you doing here?

- I just wanted...



   

                   

Mia.



   

                   

Doors.



   

                   

- What's going on?

- Princess, I think you should see this.



   

                   

(Elsie) And here's

the royal exclusive I promised.



   

                   

After generations

of boring royals who never misbehaved,



   

                   

Genovia finally has a world-class scandal.



   

                   

Proving that we should have

brought in an American long ago.



   

                   

Will Andrew Jacoby, Duke of Kenilworth,



   

                   

still marry such

a naughty, naughty princess?



   

                   

Or will Lord Nicholas Devereaux

be the new king?



   

                   

It's out of the frying pan

and into the fire for Princess Mia.



   

                   

Keep your eggs sunny-side up.



   

                   

I'd like to tell her

what she can do with her eggs...



   

                   

Lilly.



   

                   

- Could we have a moment alone?

- Yes.



   

                   

So?



   

                   

I got played.



   

                   

A-ha.



   

                   

Well, the big question is:



   

                   

do we still have a wedding?



   

                   

- Andrew, I am so, so sorry.

- Excuse me.



   

                   

Andrew, please wait.

I promise you nothing happened.



   

                   

Yes, but Mia,

you still went, didn't you? You went.



   

                   

I don't think you understand. I'm an

extremely eligible bachelor in England.



   

                   

I really am. I've got plenty of friends,

lots of lovely women friends, and...



   

                   

I still think this marriage is a good idea.



   

                   

Mia.



   

                   

(cow moos)



   

                   

The queen would not approve of spying.



   

                   

Ah.



   

                   

So?



   

                   

Anything?



   

                   

I really want to say yes, but no.

There's just, there's no...



   

                   

spark.



   

                   

Me too.



   

                   

- Really?

- Really.



   

                   

- I mean, it was pleasurable.

- Very.



   

                   

- Very pleasant, but, but, but no fireworks.

- None.



   

                   

What are we gonna do? Look, we will...



   

                   

We will figure something out.



   

                   

Mia.



   

                   

You chose me.



   

                   

No privacy.



   

                   

You chose me, and I accepted.



   

                   

And a gentleman

never backs out on his word.



   

                   

We are going to...



   

                   

We're going to stand up in church and say

"l do," and tomorrow we'll be man and wife.



   

                   

And you are going to make

an amazing queen of Genovia.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

I'm getting married today.



   

                   

(Clarisse) She's getting

married today, Maurice.



   

                   

Your Highness, we're running very late.



   

                   

Grandma says the queen is never late,

everyone else is simply early.



   

                   

Your Highness, a strange woman came in



   

                   

and said that she wanted

to hide in your closet.



   

                   

So I let her.



   

                   

Well, dear, that probably

wasn't the wisest decision in the...



   

                   

Now, this is what I call a closet.



   

                   

- Mom.

- Oh, my darling.



   

                   

- Careful. We're squashing Trevor.

- Hi.



   

                   

Hi, Trevor.



   

                   

He's sleeping. Shh.



   

                   

He is the most beautiful baby brother.



   

                   

We were joking.

We knew it was your mother.



   

                   

Your stepfather's here too.



   

                   

Now, I'm your mother, it's your

wedding day, I have to say something.



   

                   

Being married is about being yourself,

only with someone else.



   

                   

Thanks, Mom.



   

                   

(knocking)



   

                   

- How are you feeling? You look beautiful.

- I'm... Well, I'm...



   

                   

- You look so calm.

- I'm a little...



   

                   

Paolo is back to turn

a caterpillar into a butterfly.



   

                   

- There she go, butterfly.

- Paolo.



   

                   

Coat off. I tell you, when I say

"butterfly." the coat comes off.



   

                   

- Principessa Mia.

- Paolo.



   

                   

- You remember my mother, Helen.

- Piacere.



   

                   

- The hairdresser.

- And a new baby. Monella.



   

                   

All ltalian men love baby - except Paolo.



   

                   

You got to get out now,

because we have to go to work.



   

                   

Five years ago,

Paolo take you from that to that.



   

                   

T oday, he give you this.



   

                   

A wedding look for the bride.



   

                   

I look like a moose.



   

                   

Yes, but a very cute moose.

Make all the boy moose go...



   

                   

(honks)



   

                   

I have antlers.



   

                   

(honks)



   

                   

Go.



   

                   

I look like a poodle.



   

                   

That's just the way I feel.

Here we go again.



   

                   

Good. Sit up.



   

                   

She kind of does look like a poodle.



   

                   

I like it.



   

                   

This time I'm so sure,

I use my own pictures.



   

                   

So. Un, deux, trois.



   

                   

(Mabrey) Gretchen?

I can't find my gloves.



   

                   

You go on. I think it would be better

if I didn't go to the wedding.



   

                   

My boy.



   

                   

Don't give up so easily.

Come to church. Sweep her off her feet.



   

                   

In a week or two, she'll be yours.



   

                   

The game is over, Uncle.

She's going to marry Andrew.



   

                   

Ah, you're so right. Ah, well.



   

                   

This is a disaster in the making.

Wouldn't miss a moment of it.



   

                   

I'll try to catch the garter.



   

                   

(shouts) The royal carriage approaches.



   

                   

- What did he say, Artie?

- The princess is coming.



   

                   

Showtime.



   

                   

Suki Sanchez here from the USA.



   

                   

A long way from home,

but happily following a story



   

                   

that started in the streets

of San Francisco,



   

                   

and is about to have a happy ending here

in the small, beautiful land of Genovia.



   

                   

Prepare for the arrival of Princess Mia.



   

                   

Psst. Sir.



   

                   

I don't mean to talk out of school,

but there's something you must know.



   

                   

Your uncle called Elsie

and set you up with that video.



   

                   

Why doesn't that surprise me?

I should have known.



   

                   

He's up to something.



   

                   

He was much too delighted

that you aren't going to that wedding.



   

                   

- I must get to that church.

- Yes, yes, but how?



   

                   

Everything on four wheels

is already rented for the wedding.



   

                   

- Doesn't matter, I'll run.

- No, no. It's too far.



   

                   

No, no. You'll take the bike.



   

                   

The bike? Gretchen, what bike?

We don't have a bike.



   

                   

Your grandfather's bike.



   

                   

- Buenas tardes, Tanya.

- Buenas tardes, su Majestad.



   

                   

Aquí le presento a mi tío,

que nos visita de Rosario.



   

                   

- Oh, how do you do, señor?

- I do better if you and I get married.



   

                   

I'm sorry. My uncle learned his English

watching the old Three Stooges movies.



   

                   

Sorry.



   

                   

Yes, well...



   

                   

You're not going to believe this.



   

                   

Lord Devereaux's riding

up the road on a bicycle.



   

                   

(Nicholas) Sir!



   

                   

Sir, may I borrow your horse?



   

                   

Oh, he needs my horse.



   

                   

(Nicholas) My bike is yours.



   

                   

How am I supposed

to herd sheep with a bike?



   

                   

Outspoken American activist

Lilly Moscovitz, the maid of honor,



   

                   

glides forward as a vision in pink.



   

                   

I'm a girl who loves black

and is wearing pink.



   

                   

(all) Aww.



   

                   

(Elsie) And Duke Andrew's

little nephew, Viscount Ludlow,



   

                   

affectionately known

as "James of the Cherub Cheeks."



   

                   

comes down the aisle

as the royal ring bearer.



   

                   

- Hey, Joe.

- Hm?



   

                   

I just wanted to say, before I do this...



   

                   

I'm sorry you're retiring.



   

                   

- Who told you that?

- The maids know everything.



   

                   

Well, the heart does things

for reasons that reason cannot understand.



   

                   

You're preaching to the choir.



   

                   

(knocks)



   

                   

Princess?



   

                   

Yes?



   

                   

And you should know

that Nicholas did not set you up at the lake.



   

                   

- Are you sure?

- The maids know everything.



   

                   

We're ready when she is.



   

                   

(organ music starts)



   

                   

(audience murmurs)



   

                   

(music falters and halts)



   

                   

- Is this part of the plan?

- No.



   

                   

I...



   

                   

(clears throat)



   

                   

I'm going to need a minute or two.



   

                   

Thank you, Your Highness.



   

                   

(Elsie) Now the bride is moving

swiftly back up the aisle and out the door.



   

                   

- Let me.

- (Elsie) Not the traditional route.



   

                   

(woman) Princess Mia!



   

                   

- Princess Mia!

- Mia!



   

                   

- Helen.

- Honey, I'll be right back.



   

                   

I gotta change Trevor's diaper.



   

                   

Please, be seated. There'll just be

a momentary interlude. Thank you.



   

                   

- Do we rush after her?

- No, we never rush. We hasten.



   

                   

- You'll take care of this?

- Yes, yes. Yes, just one moment.



   

                   

(Clarisse) Out of my way.



   

                   

Oh, my dear. Mia.



   

                   

Oh, Grandma, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.



   

                   

- l... I just need a minute.

- No.



   

                   

- I can do this.

- No.



   

                   

- I can't do this.

- I know.



   

                   

Darling, listen to me.



   

                   

I made my choice.



   

                   

Duty to my country over love.



   

                   

It's what I've always done, it seems.

It was drummed into me my whole life.



   

                   

Now I've lost

the only man I ever really loved.



   

                   

- (radio) Anyone got a    on Joseph?

- I'm with the eagle and sparrow.



   

                   

Mia, I want you to make

your choices as a woman.



   

                   

Don't make the same mistakes I did.



   

                   

Make your own mistakes.

There'll be plenty of them, believe me.



   

                   

Now, you can go back into that church

and get married, or you can walk away.



   

                   

Whatever choice you make,



   

                   

Iet it come from your heart.



   

                   

- Excuse me.

- She's back.



   

                   

(Elsie) The princess

is reentering the church.



   

                   

She's walking down the aisle.



   

                   

More like cantering down the aisle.



   

                   

(music speeds up)



   

                   

Andrew, wait.



   

                   

Everyone deserves the chance

to find true love, right?



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

Including us?



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

For, for, uh...



   

                   

saving me from doing

the proper thing for once in my life.



   

                   

Now all I have to do is tell Mummy.



   

                   

I have to tell everyone else.



   

                   

(both) Good luck.



   

                   

Helen.



   

                   

Welcome.



   

                   

A few moments ago, I realized

the only reason I was getting married



   

                   

was because of a law, and that

didn't seem like a good enough reason.



   

                   

So...



   

                   

I won't be getting married today.



   

                   

Sit. Sit. There may be a dinner.



   

                   

My grandmother has ruled without a man

at her side for quite some time, and...



   

                   

I think she rocks at it.



   

                   

So as the granddaughter

of Queen Clarisse and King Rupert...



   

                   

(all) King Rupert. May he rest in peace.



   

                   

I ask the members of parliament

to think about your daughters,



   

                   

your nieces, and sisters,

and granddaughters,



   

                   

and ask yourselves:



   

                   

would you force them to do

what you're trying to make me do?



   

                   

I believe I will be a great queen.



   

                   

I understand Genovia to be a land

that combines the beauty of the past



   

                   

with all the best hope of the future.



   

                   

- Not now.

- Shh.



   

                   

I feel in my heart and soul

that I can rule Genovia.



   

                   

I... I love Genovia.



   

                   

Do you think that I would

be up here in a wedding dress if I didn't?



   

                   

I stand here,



   

                   

ready to take my place as your queen.



   

                   

Without a husband.



   

                   

(woman) Viva Mia!



   

                   

Every time...



   

                   

Every time this charming

young lady opens her mouth,



   

                   

she demonstrates a contempt

for the customs of Genovia.



   

                   

The law clearly states

an unmarried woman cannot be queen.



   

                   

Fortunately,



   

                   

there is another heir.



   

                   

No, there is not.



   

                   

I decline. I refuse to be king.



   

                   

Ladies and gentlemen, it is Princess Mia

who should have the crown.



   

                   

She's bright, and she is caring.



   

                   

But more importantly, she has a vision.



   

                   

One that will take Genovia forward,

and if the parliament were astute,



   

                   

they would name her queen.



   

                   

Listen to her.

She'll lead us into the    st century.



   

                   

And besides, just think how lovely

she'll look on our postage stamp.



   

                   

Lovely on a postage stamp?



   

                   

You would look lovely on a postage stamp!



   

                   

Don't you walk away from me, sir!

You have a duty, sir, to Genovia.



   

                   

He's, uh... he is very distressed.



   

                   

Your duty, sir, to the country! To me, sir!



   

                   

To Genovia! For your father! Nicholas!



   

                   

- The door.

- Shut the doors, quickly.



   

                   

Nicholas. Nicholas!



   

                   

Nicholas, I cannot have you

giving all, all this up just for a girl.



   

                   

- Now, look, we can still...

- Enough, Uncle.



   

                   

We're finished.



   

                   

What is happening here?



   

                   

Who's next in line for the throne?

The Von Trokens?



   

                   

We accept.



   

                   

Sit down.



   

                   

(coughs) Make a motion.



   

                   

- Are you OK? Do you need a...

- (coughs) Make a motion.



   

                   

Ah.



   

                   

- Prime Minister?

- Yes, Princess?



   

                   

I move to abolish the marriage law,



   

                   

as it applies to present

and future queens of Genovia.



   

                   

Will anyone second my motion?



   

                   

Keep eye contact with them.

Stare them down.



   

                   

No, not, not... Soften. Soften.



   

                   

Good.



   

                   

I second the motion.



   

                   

It's time we had a new tradition.

I like change.



   

                   

I may grow a mustache.



   

                   

I think you'd look marvelous

with a mustache.



   

                   

You know, my father

always favored a Van Dyke...



   

                   

Gentlemen, gentlemen. Please.



   

                   

All those in favor of abolishing

the marriage rule, say, "Aye."



   

                   

Aye.



   

                   

Aye.



   

                   

- Aye.

- Aye.



   

                   

- You're not in parliament. Sit down.

- Someday.



   

                   

(all) Aye.



   

                   

The ayes have it.



   

                   

Congratulations, Princess.



   

                   

If I may say so myself,



   

                   

you rule!



   

                   

Lionel.



   

                   

Your Majesty?



   

                   

Hm?



   

                   

The princess would like a word.



   

                   

Oh. Erm...



   

                   

Grandma?



   

                   

Just because I didn't

get my fairy-tale ending,



   

                   

doesn't mean you shouldn't.



   

                   

Oh, uh...



   

                   

- Did you hear that?

- Not if you didn't want me to.



   

                   

Oh, Charlotte.



   

                   

Well.



   

                   

Joseph?



   

                   

Your Majesty.



   

                   

Dear Joseph.



   

                   

Am I too late...



   

                   

to ask you to accept my hand in marriage?



   

                   

(clears throat)



   

                   

Well, I thought you'd never ask.



   

                   

Shades?



   

                   

You're in charge now.

Good luck with Lionel.



   

                   

I'm going to a wedding.



   

                   

(Mabrey) Open up, I say! The door is shut.



   

                   

Let me in.



   

                   

Put me down. Put me down!



   

                   

I know it was short notice,

but you were all dressed.



   

                   

My Lord Archbishop, I would like to take

this man as my husband, if you please.



   

                   

Finally.



   

                   

We have come together

for a different wedding...



   

                   

- What did I miss?

- She's not getting married.



   

                   

- She's not getting married?

- No.



   

                   

With this ring, I thee...



   

                   

finally...



   

                   

wed.



   

                   

- Now the queen's getting married.

- The queen's getting married?



   

                   

Yeah, to Joe.



   

                   

I pronounce you man and wife.



   

                   

You may kiss the bride.



   

                   

(man) The ceremonial shooting of the

flaming arrow through the coronation ring.



   

                   

(Elsie) Good morning. It's been

almost a week since the almost wedding,



   

                   

and busy workers

are setting up for Genovia's grand day.



   

                   

The coronation of a new queen.



   

                   

Somewhere in the palace, Princess Mia 's

getting ready for the ceremony



   

                   

that will change her life forever.



   

                   

So what do you say, Fat Louie?



   

                   

Think I'll make a good queen?



   

                   

Indeed you will.



   

                   

If I may be so bold, I would like

an audience with Your Highness.



   

                   

What is your dilemma, young man?



   

                   

You are, in fact.



   

                   

I'm in love with the queen-to-be.



   

                   

And I'm inquiring if she loves me too.



   

                   

Do you have a chicken for my table?



   

                   

No. No, my kitchen is out of chickens.



   

                   

Ah.



   

                   

Mia.



   

                   

(Kelly) Company, atten... hurgh!



   

                   

Forward march.



   

                   

Left, right, left.



   

                   

Left, right, left.



   

                   

Left, right, left.



   

                   

Left, left...



   

                   

Left, right, left.



   

                   

Left, left...



   

                   

Left, right, left.



   

                   

Left, left...



   

                   

Company, halt.



   

                   

I heard you're going back

to Berkeley to finish up graduate school.



   

                   

You heard right.



   

                   

May I call you in California?



   

                   

I think I can hear you

without a phone, but, uh...



   

                   

Sparrow is taking off.



   

                   

The eagle is flying for the last time.



   

                   

- She looks beautiful.

- They both do.



   

                   

(man) Will you solemnly promise and

swear to govern the people of Genovia,



   

                   

according to the statutes

in parliament agreed on,



   

                   

and the respective laws

and custom of the same?



   

                   

Will you, in your power,

cause law and justice and mercy



   

                   

to be executed in all judgments?



   

                   

(Mia) I solemnly promise so to do.



   

                   

 Genovia



   

                   

 The land I call my own



   

                   

-  From the green clear summers

- Present arms.



   

                   

 From blossoming pear trees



   

                   

 Magnificent her mountains and seas



   

                   

 Genovia, Genovia



   

                   

 You're noble, proud and brave



   

                   

 Genovia



   

                   

 Genovia



   

                   

 Forever



   

                   

 Will your banner



   

                   

 Wave



   

                   

(man) Presenting Her Majesty



   

                   

Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi,



   

                   

Queen of Genovia.



   

                   

( "This Is My Time" by Raven)



   

                   

 This is my time to shine



   

                   

 This is my place to find



   

                   

 All that I have inside



   

                   

 I never knew



   

                   

 Can dreams come true



   

                   

( "I Decide" by Lindsey Lohan)



   

                   

 I decide how I live



   

                   

 I decide who I love



   

                   

 Choice is mine and no one



   

                   

 Gets to make my mind up



   

                   

 I decide



   

                   

 I decide where I go



   

                   

 Where I sleep, who I know



   

                   

 I'm the one who 's running my life



   

                   

 I decide



   

                   

(fanfare)



   

                   

 I decide how I live



   

                   

 I decide who I love



   

                   

 Choice is mine and no one



   

                   

 Gets to make my mind up



   

                   

 I decide



   

                   

 Don 't think that

you can tell me what to think



   

                   

 I'm the one who knows

what's good for me



   

                   

 And I'm stating my independence



   

                   

 Gonna take the road I'm gonna take



   

                   

 And I'm gonna make my own mistakes



   

                   

 It's my life



   

                   

 I decide



   

                   

 I decide where I go



   

                   

 Where I sleep, who I know



   

                   

 I'm the one who 's running my life



   

                   

 I decide



   

                   

("The Meaning " by Lillix)

 Say it all, or not at all



   

                   

 Don 't want to hear

what you're really feeling



   

                   

 Forsaking the meaning



   

                   

 Take away the words I say



   

                   

 Realistic thoughts that I'm dreaming



   

                   

 Are you believing?



   

                   

 Tell me what I wanna do now



   

                   

 How far do



   

                   

 You see the soul?



   

                   

 My truth is spoken whether



   

                   

 Or not you want to hear it



   

                   

 I'm sorry



   

                   

 Don't worry, though



   

                   

 Don't you ever say never



   

                   

 Or turn away



   

                   

 Say it all, or not at all



   

                   

 Don't want to hear

what you're really fearing



   

                   

 Forsaking the meaning



   

                   

 Take away the words I say



   

                   

 Realistic thoughts that I'm dreaming



   

                   

 Are you believing?



   

                   

 Don't stray too far



   

                   

 The closer you are



   

                   

 The further the pain will fade away



   

                   

 I don't really care where you are



   

                   

 It'll be either here or far



   

                   

 I will always feel it



   

                   

 Free to call my name



   

                   

 Say it all, or not at all



   

                   

 It'll be either here or far



   

                   

 Take away the words I say



   

                   

 Free to call my name



   

                   

 Say it all, or not at all



   

                   

 Don't want to hear

what you're really feeling



   

                   

 Forsaking the meaning



   

                   

( "Because You Live"

by Jesse McCartney)



   

                   

 Staring out at the rain with a heavy heart



   

                   

 It's the end of the world in my mind



   

                   

 Then your voice

pulls me back like a wake-up call



   

                   

 I've been looking for the answer



   

                   

 But now I know what I didn't know



   

                   

 Because you live and breathe



   

                   

 Because you make me believe in myself



   

                   

 When nobody else can help



   

                   

 Because you live, girl



   

                   

 My world



   

                   

 Has twice as many stars in the sky



   

                   

 Because you live, there's a reason why



   

                   

 I carry on when I lose the fight



   

                   

 I want to give what you're giving me



   

                   

 Always



   

                   

 Because you live and breathe



   

                   

 Because you make me believe in myself



   

                   

 When nobody else can help



   

                   

 Because you live, girl



   

                   

 My world



   

                   

 Has everything I need to survive



   

                   

 Because you live



   

                   

 I live



   

                   

 I live



   

                   

(Joe) And don 't forget, the next time

you're planning a family vacation,



   

                   

consider visiting Genovia.



   

                   

A country of majestic mountains

and sunbaked beaches,



   

                   

filled with friendly, peppy people.



   

                   

Come see us. Genovia awaits you.

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