The Lizzie McGuire Movie

Some say juvenile.

I say genius!

Leave me alone!

Matt, I'm getting ready

for graduation!

Matt!

Say goodbye

to your little toy.

And say hello to Matt owning

his big sister for eternity!

Never give up

Yeah, yeah

Never give up

The tide is high,

but I'm holding on

I'm gonna be

your number one

I'm not the kind of girl

Who gives up

just like that

Oh, no

It's not the things you do

that tease and hurt me bad

But it's the way you do

the things you do to me

I'm not the kind of girl

Who gives up

just like that

Oh, no

The tide is high,

but I'm holding on

I'm gonna be

your number one

The tide is high,

but I'm holding on

I'm gonna be

your number one

Ooh

Number one

Number one

Number one

Number one

Every girl wants you

to be her man

But I'll wait right here

till it's my turn

I'm not the kind of girl

Who gives up

just like that

Oh, no

The tide is high,

but I'm holding on

I'm gonna be

your number one

The tide is high,

but I'm holding on

I'm gonna be

your number one

Number one

Number one

Number one

Gotta hold on

Every time

that I get the feeling

You give me something

to believe in

Every time

that I got you near me

I know the way

that I want it to be

But you know

I'm gonna take my chance now

I'm gonna make it happen

somehow

And you know

I can take the pressure

A moment's pain

for a lifetime of pleasure

Pleasure, pleasure,

pleasure...

Every girl wants you

to be her man

But I'll wait right here

till it's my turn

I'm not the kind of girl

Who gives up

just like that

Oh, no

The tide is high,

but I'm holding on

I'm gonna be

your number one

The tide is high

But I'm holding on

I'm gonna be

your number one

Whoa!

Every time

that I get the feeling

You give me something

to believe in

Every time

that I got you near me

I know the way

that I want it to be

But you know

I'm gonna take my chance now

I'm gonna make it happen

somehow

And you know

I can take the pressure

A moment's pain

for a lifetime of pleasure

The tide is high...

I shall win the Academy Award!

Yesterday, you were in diapers,

and now you're graduating

junior high.

You're growing up, and I can't

believe you're going to Rome

for two weeks

all by yourself.

Without me.

Without me there with you.

Without me with you there.

You there without me.

Mom, that's about

all the combinations

of those words you can make.

Lizzie, this is a big day

for you, sweetheart.

He's going to quote a dead guy.

As William Shakespeare wrote,

"Be not afraid of greatness:

some are born great,

some achieve greatness,

and some have greatness

thrust upon them."

Thanks, Dad, but I'm just trying

to get through graduation.

Greatness can wait

till this nightmare's over.

Hey, Gordo.

So, do I look okay?

I'm your guy best friend.

You should talk to Miranda

about this.

But she's in Mexico City.

Yes. Your blue robe

looks way cooler

than all the other girls'.

Oh...my...God.

Only you would think

you could hide that powder- blue,

puffy-sleeved,

it's-kind-of-a-peasant-dress-

but-it-might-just-be-

a-baggy- disaster

that you wore

to the spring dance.

Lizzie McGuire, you are

an outfit repeater!

But I...

Maybe I'm an outfit repeater,

but you're

an outfit rememberer,

which is just as pathetic.

Does she not have

anything better to do

than make my life miserable?

I mean...

we used to be best friends.

But that was before

she became popular.

McGuire!

Go.

Hey, Mr. Escobar.

Nice after-shave.

Oh, thank you.

Margaret Chan either has ebola

or a very bad cold.

In any event, you're up.

U-U-Up where?

At the podium.

You are going to deliver

the class president's speech.

B-But what about

the vice president?

He's not graduating.

The secretary treasurer's

next in line.

All I did was handle petty cash.

I'm sorry, but you're not

buying your way out of this.

I want you to deliver

your speech

with as much pride

and commitment

as Margaret Chan would,

even though

you're no Margaret Chan.

You're no Margaret Chan.

You're no Margaret Chan.

You're no Margaret Chan.

Run!

Ladies and gentlemen,

uh, Lizzie McGuire.

Um...

U-Uh, Margaret Chan

couldn't make it tonight,

so I'm going - I'm going to

be filling in for her.

Not that any of us

could really do that,

but, um, anyway...

Honey, I'm losing the feeling

in my knuckles.

I think that we can all agree

that junior high

is filled with

embarrassing and awkward

and sometimes just downright

humiliating moments, right?

Uh...

Oh!

Me neither.

It is so sad.

Wow.

It's like watching one

of those animals

get killed

on the Discovery Channel.

I-I think Margaret Chan

would want me to have

some water right now.

Uhh! Oh!

Play something!

Do something!

Yes! Ha ha ha!

Come on! Mom! Dad!

I've got to get out

of the country!

I know you're still upset,

but it wasn't that bad.

Oh, really, Mom?

Was your junior-high graduation

on "Good Morning America"?

What creep would send

Diane Sawyer a video

to embarrass you like that?

Oh.

- Ugh!

What is that?

That is Miss Ungermeyer.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey!

She's gonna be our principal

for the next four years.

If you stay on her good side,

it's a one-way ticket

to an lvy League school.

What if you're on her bad side?

Excuse me!

I need to mop up some puke.

Well, you...

You wind up as that guy?

No. You end up working

for that guy.

Can you make sure there are

no garlic or soy products

in anything Brittany

puts near her mouth?

Miss Ungermeyer,

Luke has tennis elbow.

Could somebody

carry his luggage?

My son has asthma,

and he must have his puffer.

Brittany, she's got allergies.

Attention, parents...

shut your pie holes.

I'm on a mission here

to drag your progeny

to 31 historically significant

Roman landmarks

in two weeks.

Now, when these back-talking

miscreants return to you,

they will have dipped their

toes in a lake of culture,

before assuming their destiny

folding shirts

at the outlet mall.

Many - actually, most -

of your classmates opted

for the 36-hour bus ride

to the Water-slide Wonderland.

Whoo!

But you...

you, who are not

mouth- breathing trailer trash,

you will get to experience

the delights

of la citta eterna!

Hmm-hmm.

Rome. The eternal city.

Did no one read

the info packets?

Watch and learn.

Um, Miss Ungermeyer,

I just wanted to let you know

I'm really looking forward

to this exciting

and academically enriching trip.

What's your name?

David Gordon.

- David Gordon.

- Mm-hmm.

I think, in ltalian,

that means a sneaky brownnoser

with a hidden agenda, huh?

Uh, uh.

Yeah! Come on,

check those bags!

I want to see that junk

in the trunk

and a seat looking neat.

Okay.

Mom...

Okay, it's only

two weeks, Mom.

- Honey, she's got to go.

- Two weeks.

- Bye, sweetie.

- Bye.

- Safe trip, huh?

- Okay.

Sweetheart...

- Okay?

- Mm-hmm.

Flight 72 to Rome.

Final boarding,

Flight 72 to Rome.

Hey! We're going to the land

where they invented spaghetti!

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