On the Set: The Princess Diaries 2 - Royal Engagement Page #8

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? 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.

ls that...

- There's a man in that boat.

- What?

Do you see that?

There's somebody over there.

He's probably some fisherman, l suppose.

With a video camera?

- What?

- You're really low.

No, Mia.

l 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, l have nothing to do with this. l 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.

l know it's a little early,

but l've been thinking.

Things have been so pressured lately.

l was wondering

whether we should spend...

Lilly?

Good morning, Your Majesty.

- What... What are you doing here?

- l just wanted...

Mia.

Doors.

- What's going on?

- Princess, l 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.

l'd like to tell her

what she can do with her eggs...

Lilly.

- Could we have a moment alone?

- Yes.

So?

l got played.

A-ha.

Well, the big question is:

do we still have a wedding?

- Andrew, l am so, so sorry.

- Excuse me.

Andrew, please wait.

l promise you nothing happened.

Yes, but Mia,

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

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

extremely eligible bachelor in England.

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

lots of lovely women friends, and...

l still think this marriage is a good idea.

Mia.

(cow moos)

The queen would not approve of spying.

Ah.

So?

Anything?

l really want to say yes, but no.

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

spark.

Me too.

- Really?

- Really.

- l 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 l 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.

l'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 l let her.

Well, dear, that probably

wasn't the wisest decision in the...

Now, this is what l 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, l'm your mother, it's your

wedding day, l have to say something.

Being married is about being yourself,

only with someone else.

Thanks, Mom.

(knocking)

- How are you feeling? You look beautiful.

- l'm... Well, l'm...

- You look so calm.

- l'm a little...

Paolo is back to turn

a caterpillar into a butterfly.

- There she go, butterfly.

- Paolo.

Coat off. l tell you, when l 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.

Today, he give you this.

A wedding look for the bride.

l look like a moose.

Yes, but a very cute moose.

Make all the boy moose go...

(honks)

l have antlers.

(honks)

Go.

l look like a poodle.

That's just the way l feel.

Here we go again.

Good. Sit up.

She kind of does look like a poodle.

l like it.

This time l'm so sure,

l use my own pictures.

So. Un, deux, trois.

(Mabrey) Gretchen?

l can't find my gloves.

You go on. l think it would be better

if l didn't go to the wedding.

My boy.

Don't give up so easily.

Come to church. Sweep her off her feet.

ln 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.

l'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.

l 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?

l should have known.

He's up to something.

He was much too delighted

that you aren't going to that wedding.

- l must get to that church.

- Yes, yes, but how?

Everything on four wheels

is already rented for the wedding.

- Doesn't matter, l'll run.

- No, no. lt'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.

Aqu le presento a mi to,

que nos visita de Rosario.

- Oh, how do you do, seor?

- l do better if you and l get married.

l'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 l borrow your horse?

Oh, he needs my horse.

(Nicholas) My bike is yours.

How am l supposed

to herd sheep with a bike?

Outspoken American activist

Lilly Moscovitz, the maid of honor,

glides forward as a vision in pink.

l'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?

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

l'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.

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