The Princess Diaries Page #8

You're such a freak.

Yeah, I am, but someday

I might grow out of that.

But you will never stop being a jerk.

- Lana got coned.

- Lana got coned.

- Lana got coned!

- Mia!

Toodles.

Mrs. Gupta, did you see

what she did to me?

No, honey, I'm sorry.

I was in a very important meeting.

Send it out for dry cleaning.

It's a present for your 16th birthday,

from your father.

It was found among his possessions.

- My birthday's not for two weeks.

- I know.

I wanted you to have it before we leave.

I return to Genovia

the day after tomorrow.

Thank you.

It's locked.

If you open the locket I gave you,

it becomes the key.

Thank you for bringing it down here.

I also came to apologize

for the way I spoke to you

about the beach incident.

It was judgmental of me.

I didn't pause to verify the facts.

That's all right.

I've been thinking about it

a great deal.

The truth is, I think you'd make

a very fine princess.

People think princesses

are supposed to wear tiaras,

marry the prince, always look pretty

and live happily ever after.

It's so much more than that.

It's a real job.

You are an extraordinary person,

Grandma.

But I don't think

I'm meant to do this.

I would be so afraid that I would

disappoint the people of Genovia,

and I couldn't bear

to disappoint you again.

Well, as I said, I have faith in you.

I'm a writer.

I write soaps, soap opera.

- Ever see Middle House Road?

- No.

Big hit. I wrote a character

just like you once, he was a spy.

- I'm not a spy.

- That's what the character said.

I'll see you tonight, then.

I do have one favor to ask.

I need you to formally renounce

your title for the press.

At the ball.

Make a speech.

Do you think, maybe,

considering my history with the press,

it would be better if you did it?

You wouldn't stop driving your Mustang

just because a couple of insects

hit the windshield, would you?

Look how far you've come.

I'll be right there with you.

- I'll have Joseph pick you up at...

- No.

I promised I'd let my mom drive me.

She wants to drive me to my first ball

or something.

All right. I'll see you there, then.

Grandma?

I am sorry.

Oh, my dear.

You are first and foremost,

my granddaughter.

Please don't be late.

Thank you, dad,

but I can't be a princess.

I don't make speeches

and I'm not Clarisse Renaldi.

And I just... I can't do it.

I'm scared.

- Joseph.

- Charlotte, Miss Kawa.

Pardon me, I have to go

get the band ready.

Should you be going

to get Princess Mia?

Mia told Clarisse her mother

would bring her.

Helen just arrived and said

Mia was waiting for you.

She's going to run.

Come on, Fat Louie, time to pack.

Let's get your things.

Louie?

What have you got there?

Come on. We're going on a trip.

We're going to Colorado

where we can climb some real rocks.

We are so out of here.

My dearest daughter,

today is your 16th birthday,

congratulations.

I present you with this diary to fill

the pages with your special thoughts

Special thoughts of your wonderful life.

It is a custom in my family

to pass on a piece of wisdom

when one reaches this age.

I pass it on to you, as my father

passed it on to me.

Courage is not the absence of fear,

but rather the judgment

that something else

is more important than fear.

The brave may not live forever,

but the cautious do not live at all.

From now on,

you'll be traveling the road

between who you think you are

and who you can be.

The key is to allow yourself

to make the journey.

I also want you to know,

I loved your mother very much

and still think of her often.

Happy birthday, my Mia

All my love, your father.

There's Countess Puck of Austria

as the glamorous continue to arrive

at the Genovian Independence Ball.

Despite threats of rain, the turn out

includes the mayor of San Francisco

and the Genovian pearjuggler.

The future of Genovia is in the hands

of young Mia Thermopolis.

Her decision tonight

will affect the queen, the court,

and all the people

of this small, but proud, country.

- Do you think it's going to rain on us?

- It never comes down on Willie Brown.

- Thank you.

- Umbrellas up.

And that's enough pearjuggling.

The trip is off, Louie.

Perfect.

Come on.

Genovians are famous for their

impeccable taste in art.

Also for their cheese.

Maybe it's string cheese.

Don't do this, baby.

Gotcha.

Sorry, Mr. Robutusen.

Here you go.

It's already paid for.

- I didn't order pizza.

- You must've.

Unless there's another

Michael Moscovitz here.

We get a call, we deliver,

that's our motto.

You don't make the pizza?

I just deliver them.

Press passes, thank you.

- Hi, where are you from?

- Teen Scene Magazine.

Good.

The Queen has entered.

Do we have any news

on the von Troken matter?

- It will be decided tonight, ma'am.

- I'm afraid so.

- Where is she?

- She went somewhere. I know nothing.

- Come here.

- What?

Talk to me.

She went that way, then that way,

two minutes ago.

Thank you very much.

- Do we have any problems?

- Everything's perfect.

It's wonderful.

You're not very good at lying.

No, I'm not, Your Majesty.

- The garden looks beautiful.

- Thank you.

Come on, baby, you can make it.

Yes, come on. No.

Baby, please. Come on.

There's no answer

at Princess Mia's house.

I couldn't get Joseph on the cell phone,

too much static from the storm.

The press are starting to complain

about making their deadlines.

If she's not here in ten minutes,

I'll make the announcement.

- Yes, ma'am.

- It's OK. She'll be fine.

She's gonna get here.

Is this punishment for driving

without a licensed driver

in the front seat?

I am invisible and I am wet.

The press is wondering if it would be

possible while we're waiting...

No interviews until later

in the evening.

We're meeting

Baroness and Baron von Troken.

Is it true if the teenager

refuses the princesship,

your family will take over Genovia?

They must have a legitimate Renaldi

blood relative or we rule.

No, ma'am.

Then it's time.

You wouldn't happen to be

running away, would you?

What? Dressed like this?

No, I'm going to a ball.

Good. Get in.

Her Majesty, the Queen.

My fellow Genovians

and honored guests.

Good evening.

I apologize for the delay...

Hello. May I say...

Welcome to our grand

Genovian Independence Day Ball.

- There's no time to change.

- You look fine.

Pretty and fine. No running.

Here you go. It's nice.

Thank you so much

for your patience.

I have an announcement to make.

My granddaughter...

- She's here.

- I see.

I would like to announce that

my granddaughter has arrived.

With a fascinating explanation

as to her wardrobe, I'm sure.

She's styling a wet,

sort of grunge-look hairdo,

and is wearing a sweatshirt,

jeans and Docs.

Would you care to say a few words?

Yes.

Why didn't we dress like her?

We look like idiots.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Think they're trying to

save money on the gown?

Hello, I'm Mia.

It stopped raining.

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