On the Set: The Princess Diaries 2 - Royal Engagement Page #3

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There's more.

- ls that mine?

- Why don't you go and find out?

OK.

l have my own mall.

Ooh, very nice shoes.

( Clarisse) l'm glad you like it.

Try pressing button number three.

Oh.

They're charming. l love these.

What do you think? Grandma?

l'm here.

Oh, hello. Ooh, love that.

- This is...

- Now press combination 656.

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

( Clarisse) l 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, l'm not gonna lie...

(screams)

(squealing)

- You're here.

- l know l'm here.

- You're in Genovia.

- l know.

- You're in my closet.

- Yeah.

- You're blonde.

- l'm blonde.

l'm so glad to see you.

l think this is

as good a moment as any to bow out.

l think l'll let you two ladies

catch up with each other.

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

When did your flight get in?

- Just a little while ago.

- Oh.

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

- To who?

- l don't know.

( Charlotte) Baron Johann Klimt.

( Clarisse) No, not appropriate.

He's a compulsive gambler.

(Mia gasps)

Yes. Oh, yes,

l, l, l, l absolutely accept.

Prince William. He's not eligible,

because he's in line for his own crown.

Oh.

lf he's not eligible,

why is he included in these pictures?

- l 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.

l wonder l 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 l 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.

l got it.

Shall we have some tea?

- Your scarf, ma'am.

- Why, thank you, sir.

l think you might be clumsier than me.

Oh, good shot.

Oh.

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

- The glasses. Off.

- l'm coming, Princess.

- l'm coming, l'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 200 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 l 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. lt's... What is that? ls that...

lt'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.

lt was my great-grandmother's

engagement ring.

She and my great-grandfather

were married for 57 years.

So l...

l felt it could be lucky for us, maybe.

- Do l have to put it on myself?

- No, l could do that.

- OK.

- Yes.

Oh, my goodness. lt was a ring.

A royal proposal has been made.

Fly the lovebirds.

- You ready?

- lf 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 30-day deadline expires,

and the throne is ours.

And you're sure my father wanted this?

lt was his dearest wish.

His last words to me were:

''Help him, Arthur.

One day he could be king.''

l 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. Niccol 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) l'm hiding

from my lady's maids.

But l'm fine, l'm fine.

(whistles Rachmaninoff's

2nd Piano Concerto)

- Are you having second thoughts?

- No.

Actually, on the contrary.

l was just admiring my ring.

lt was Andrew's grandmother's.

You know, he really is so romantic.

Well, if you'll excuse me, l really

must go see to some wedding details.

l'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, l found her.

Uh, Brigitta.

(whispers) l'm not here.

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

Well, you know,

you danced with my big feet.

Fine. l danced with you. Call The Hague,

convene the war-crimes tribunal.

Mia, l would remind you

that we only danced for about a minute.

lt was more than a minute.

Well, maybe a minute and a half.

Fine. lt 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, l just had

a momentary lapse of good manners.

You see, usually, when l ask a woman

to dance, l always show her my family tree.

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

crafty.

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

- (Brigitta) The ballroom?

- l 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?

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