The Lizzie McGuire Movie Page #5

Hup! Head check!

Let's go! On the bus,

then back to the hotel!

Come on! Come on! Go!

Andiamo! Andiamo!

- Hold on!

Okay! Hello.

Hotel Cambini.

This is Giorgio.

- Go!

- Huh? What?

Wait.

Excuse me,

can you fix this?

It will not close.

Why is it open

when there is no rain?

This umbrella is stubborn.

It's bad luck to have

an open umbrella inside.

- In Hotel Cambini, no bad luck.

- Hey, thanks.

GlORGlO:

Ah!

One at a time.

No running.

Ha ha ha!

Ha! Ha ha!

Age before beauty, huh?

You look strangely large

and familiar.

Which floor?

Oh. Thank you. First.

Okay.

Little hint for you -

you want to push the button,

elevator moves.

Elevator is not safe.

You an employee here?

- No.

- No.

Who are you to tell me

whether the elevator's safe?

I am Sergei.

Sergei.

You're gonna have to

stand down immediately.

Just because you are one hunk

of Slavic muscle

does not mean you're not

gonna make it on my list!

Elevator is safe now.

Hey! Your umbrella!

Feeling any better?

Mom?

Still a little warm.

Miss Sanders,

would you be so kind

as to look after her for me?

As in do stuff for her?

Why should I be punished?

I'm not the one who's sick.

Next year, I'm joining

the mouth breathers

at Water-slide Wonderland.

You are so busted.

You've been out

of this hotel room.

What?

How do you know?

Please.

Your eyebrows finally match,

your hair has highlights,

fresh manicure.

I smelled acetone the second

I walked in the lobby.

Okay, but you didn't rat me out

to Miss Ungermeyer.

Yet.

Not until I figure out

what's in it for me.

Now spill, Dorkerella.

You'll never make me talk!

I-I know that this

sounds insane,

but I think Paolo

really does like me.

How could this happen?

How did you get my trip?

How is Lizzie McGuire

living this fantasy

and I can't even get

an ltalian boy

to buy me a plate of spaghetti?

Um, Kate,

you don't eat spaghetti.

I'd eat carbs if an ltalian boy

bought them for me.

So, I suppose you want me

to keep quiet about this?

Yeah.

I'd appreciate that.

Well, I'll keep it quiet

if you keep it quiet

about me keeping it quiet.

And when we get back home,

I'm the cool one again,

and you turn

back into a pumpkin.

Oh, my God. It's her.

What are you doing?

Uh, it's a long story.

What do you want?

We're closed.

I-I just wanted

to talk to Lizzie.

So talk.

I was kind of thinking

maybe, you know,

outside in the courtyard.

If this is about

that parallel-universe,

Italian-rock-star,

Lizzie's- suddenly-a- diva thing,

I know all about it.

She figured it out.

Evil and smart.

Embrace it. Fear it.

You might want

to take a look at this.

I'm on the front cover

of a tabloid!

I wish to thank everyone

who's always believed in me

for this great honor.

Do you know what that says?

Paolo and lsabella

are supposed to be singing

at the music awards.

Well, it's got to be a mistake.

I had some ltalian girls

translate it.

Paolo didn't tell you?

Mmh, no.

Don't you think it's weird

he tried to hide this?

Can you believe it?

Maybe it's a last-minute thing.

Aren't these things planned

months in advance?

When did you become an expert

on ltalian award-show thingies?

It's called common sense,

which I have a lot of

to make up for my lack

of the slow curve.

Slow curve?

Forget it.

If you want to believe

some ltalian kid

you think you know

after two days

because he's

an international superstar,

is really rich and has

nice hair, be my guest.

Gordo.

Oh, my God! He's early!

Lizzie.

Oh, my God,

I gotta get dressed.

I'll cover for you in case

Miss Ungermeyer does one of her

middle-of-the-night,

head-check things.

Thanks. I owe you.

Duh!

Mom, Dad, I found something

on the Internet

I think you both should see.

What is it?

Since Lizzie's in Europe,

I thought I'd do

a little E- search on ltaly.

That's nice, son.

But what I found out,

it's not so E-assuring.

In fact, it may shock you.

What are we looking at?

Maybe nothing, and, uh,

maybe something.

You see, when polled,

said they would most like

to date American girls.

Where'd you get these numbers?

They're available for anyone

who has a computer.

You don't have to worry

about your sister.

She's well-chaperoned.

Miss Ungermeyer's there.

Yeah, what is she,

Oh, please.

Matt, as interesting

as this is,

where are you taking it?

All right, you caught me.

I always do.

I don't know why I even try.

I'll deny

I ever said this, but...

...I miss my sister.

There. I said it.

Now you know.

I know I rag on her

all the time,

but now that she's gone,

I-I -

Oh, honey, we miss her, too.

So, so much.

I feel so alone!

Oh! Listen to me.

You don't have to

make fake pie charts.

You just come to us

with the truth, okay?

I know that now, Mom.

It's just so hard.

I miss her so much!

Oh!

I can't believe

I let you talk me into

Ietting her go

on that trip!

I'll go get the passports.

Oh, honey.

- Shh.

Hmm, hmm, hmm.

Ah, hmm, ah.

Hmm.

Uh...

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmmm.

Hmm?

Hmm.

Hmm!

- Paolo.

- Si,

What is this?

Uh, a car.

Look, are we supposed to sing?

Scusa?

Don't speak to me in ltalian.

It's too adorable.

Are Paolo and lsabella

supposed to sing at the awards?

Si,

Si?! Well,

why didn't you tell me?

I wanted to, but you told me

not to telephone the hotel.

Get in. I'll explain

everything on the way.

I want to show you the

Tivoli Gardens before sunset.

Come on.

We have to get you back

by 10:
00.

Okay.

So, where is Sergei?

You're not the only one

who sneaks off at night.

lsabella and I

were going to sing,

but after lsabella

would not speak to me,

I told the producers

we refuse to perform.

I said lsabella

had throat problems.

So, what happened?

I mean, what changed?

Isabella did.

The real lsabella

or me lsabella?

You. A reporter

heard her speaking,

and he reported

lsabella's voice was fine.

He said her English

was very good.

The record company called,

and they're going to sue

if we don't sing.

What?

So, they're

gonna make you sing?

I-I mean, us sing?

Don't worry, carina,

I'll make this work.

Look.

Ah!

Look, Paolo, I-I don't think

this is going to work.

I cannot sing

in front of an audience.

I won't even let my mom

hear me sing in the shower.

I will teach you

all you need to know.

Okay.

So, what is lsabella gonna do

when she sees me being her?

She won't. She's off on some

island trying to get over this.

Come on.

Here's my vow to you.

I, Paolo Valisari,

will never let you,

Lizzie McGuire, be embarrassed.

If I fail,

I have to spend seven days

with that scary

head-check woman.

Her name's Miss Ungermeyer.

Carina, hasn't everything

I've promised you come to be?

Everyone believes

you are lsabella.

You're having

the time of your life.

You even told

Franca di Montecatini

to buzz off!

Don't you trust that we can

do the singing together?

I guess.

Well, you shouldn't.

Hmmm-mmmm

Ohhh

Ye-e-e-ah

You've been searching the

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