On the Set: The Princess Diaries 2 - Royal Engagement Page #4

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- Lie dance?

- (Brigitta) The ballroom?

- Yeah, that is exactly what you did.

- What is a lie dance?

(Mrs. Kout) l'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?

l...

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

am l onto what you are trying to do.

- And what am l trying to do?

- l think we both know exactly what that is.

Oh, oh.

Please forgive the intrusion,

Your Highness, Lord Devereaux.

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

(Joe) l'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 l've always believed in her.

The wedding invitations

have been sent out.

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

- Yes, they do.

She's very set on it, you know.

Clarisse, my dear.

Forget the wedding for a moment.

(clears throat)

ln less than a month,

you will no longer be queen,

and l will no longer

be your head of security.

l think it's time we bring

our friendship out of the shadows.

- Oh, Joseph, l...

- Yes.

Yes, my dear. l 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 30 days.

Perhaps it's time to consider

the duty you have to yourself.

Oh.

Clarisse...

My darling, please think about it. Please.

l 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, l'm sorry.

l am almost in time though.

OK, sorry, got it, l got it.

You know what? l'm OK. l'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.

lt's a tremendous

tool of communication. That's it.

You can say things like,

''l'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,

''l'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?

l 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.

lt'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 l present

my granddaughter, Princess Mia.

- Princess Mia.

- Monsieur.

Thank you for seeing me today.

Something for your table.

Thank you.

She's my favorite.

l 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 1 1,

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!

- l can't ride sidesaddle.

- No, no, no.

l couldn't ride sidesaddle either

when l was your age,

and frankly, dear,

it is acutely uncomfortable.

Herbie is my riding companion.

Here he is.

Herbie.

- lt'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.

l'm Nick. Viscount Mabrey's nephew.

Ah, the chap who's trying

to stage the palace coup.

l'm Andrew Jacoby. Nice to meet you.

Lilly Moscovitz, official best friend

of future queen. l don't like you.

Pleasure.

Atten... hurgh!

l like all these men wearing helmets.

Open ranks... hurgh!

(fanfare)

Sandy... Oh! Oh! Oh!

My goodness. Oh, my...

- Easy. Sandy, easy.

- Princess.

Princess. lt's OK, Princess. l'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.

lt only makes them gossip more.

What do you want?

Just think, Mia. One more leg

and you could've easily outrun your horse.

l don't need this right now.

Mia, l'm...

l'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 l going to be disappointed in you?

Unfortunate incident, that.

l'm just leaving.

You going to come and see me off?

l'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.

l think the entire country understands how

well you cater for the crown's emotions.

lf you hurt my girl,

you will answer directly to me.

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