What A Girl Wants Page #4

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That's what makes it such fun.

-Bring it on.|-Pull!

Oh, dear. ls that how|the West was won?

Lord Henry Dashwood. Miss Glynnis|Payne. Miss Clarissa Payne.

Mr. and Mrs. Edward Ashley.

-Thank you very, very much.|-Thank you.

-Thanks.|-Who's next?

Lord and Lady Harrison Gordon.

Lord and Lady Jeffrey Charles.

Now, come along, Daphne. Deep breath|and remember the family motto.

What's the family motto?

-What does that mean?|-lt means, ducky...

...hang in there and you'll rock!

Lady Jocelyn Dashwood,|Countess of Wycombe.

Lady Jocelyn Dashwood,|Countess of Wycombe.

Miss Daphne Reynolds.

-What has she done to that dress?|-Mother!

-Fantastic!|-Who designed the dress, Miss Reynolds?

Could you hold it on that step, please?

-Let's go.|-That wretched girl!

-Yummy.|-Can you look this side, please?

-That's right.|-Can l have another smile?

That's beautiful, Miss Reynolds.|This way. Lovely.

-Can we get a photograph?|-Excuse me, thank you.

Thank you. That will be all, gentlemen.|Thank you very much.

l'm sorry about that. You're still|something of a novelty, l'm afraid.

-Are those the girls that are coming out?|-Yes, Peach and Pear Orwood.

-The daughters of Lord Orwood.|-Have you noticed the chandelier?

Chairman of my constituency party.

The real love of his life|is that chandelier.

Don't let him catch you looking at it.

You'll start his boring story|about how Napoleon...

...gave it to Josephine|at the Battle of Borodino.

The story is longer than the battle.

Excuse me. l wonder if l might request|a dance from your gorgeous daughter?

l'm sure she'd be delighted.|Thank you, Armistead.

l can't believe that little imposter|is going to ruin my summer.

She may be a lot of things, but|l can't believe imposter is one.

Technically, she's 39th|in line to the throne.

Really, Fiona, 38 people would have|to die for her to be queen.

Well, it's far less than|the 72 you'd need.

Women are just drawn to me.|lt's something l happen to be blessed with.

An indefinable quality that just|relaxes them, fascinates them.

-You're feeling it, aren't you, Dabney?|-lt's Daphne.

And let me guess, you're feeling it|in my backside?

lan.

Ladies and gentlemen, we're gonna take|a short break. See you in 1 0.

Warning:
colonial strumpet alert.

Hi, l'm Daphne Reynolds.|Peach and Pear, isn't it?

-Are those your real names?|-Yes.

Pumpkin and Gourd would have|been much more appropriate.

-Our mother was obsessed with fruit.|-And vegetables.

-We have a sister called Parsnip.|-She doesn't get out much.

Let's bail. This party's a total bore.

Don't listen to her, the party's hopping!

Excuse me for a second?

She is so nice.

-Henry, old chap.|-What a wonderful evening.

l'm glad you're enjoying yourself. l don't|know if you've noticed the chandelier.

Actually, it's a rather fascinating story.

-Looking for me?|-Oh, no. l was just looking for the loo.

Outside? On the terrace?

All right, so you caught me.

So let me guess. You'll disappear again|without so much as a glass slipper?

This Cinderella's got a dad now.|She's not going anywhere.

-Your song was really beautiful.|-Thanks.

lt's not gonna liven up this party,|though. Poor girls. l feel sorry for them.

A dud like this will send them|back to social Siberia.

What do you say we liven things up|a little bit? Get the party started.

Well, first of all, l could get fired.

-And second of all, l could get fired.|-Come on.

-No.|-Wimp.

-No. No.|-For me?

Okay, let's do it.

-lnsufferable deprivation of this house....|-Okay, guys.

-One, two, three, four!|-l'm cranking up the bass!

What?

What the devil is going on?|ls that girl yours?

Yes. Yes, she is.

What do l tell my daughters when they're|lying awake crying over their ruined ball?

No!

Oh, my precious!

You!

We're going. Come on.

Lord Dashwood!

This is ridiculous.

Have you seen the papers? lt's everywhere.|We have to do something.

l don't know anyone that isn't|relieved to see that go.

-What on Earth are you giving Henry?|-They're called Coco Pops, madam.

-Morning.|-Hardhat, anyone?

You never know when something|sharp might fall from the sky.

-l'm most dreadfully sorry, miss.|-You idiot!

These are my best suede Pradas. Do you|have any idea how expensive they are?

l'm really sorry about last night.|l was just trying to help them out.

Where did you find that revolting song?

James Brown, 1 976,|charted out at number 1 4.

l have no idea where that came from.

What?

Gillian, darling. Yes, l'm sorry,|it's just an awful time.

What music did you listen to|when you were younger?

-Back before the Earth's crust cooled?|-Favorite band of the '70s.

Don't say the Bee Gees.

-Don't say the Bee Gees.|-They were called Little Feat.

And l saw them half a dozen times.|l remember they once--

lt's 8:
1 5 and you have an appointment|in Westminster at 9:1 5.

Yes. Yes, you're right.

See you later.

Miss Daphne, Mr. Wallace|is here to see you.

Don't let him in,|l'm not even cute yet!

What am l gonna wear?

Hello, sir. lan Wallace.

l'm here to pick up Daphne.

-How you doing?|-How do you do?

Good.

-Who are you?|-l'm a musician. l was at the ball last night.

You were in the band?

-Now you and Daphne are...?|-Eloping together? Yeah.

l realize it's a bit sudden, but after last|night, there really was no turning back.

-You're joking.|-Yes, sir.

-Don't wait up, Henry.|-See you.

-Wow.|-Okay.

-So, what we need's a little cheering up?|-Hold the ''little.''

Just leave it all to me.

You ready? Let's go!

Oh, hey, you gotta try these.

These are great kebabs.|Can we have two?

-Nice. Thank you.|-Thanks.

This is awesome!

l like these.

Oh, my God. l love these.

Yeah. This place has always got|really nice stuff. That suits you.

-l'll get it.|-You sure?

lt's fine. Honestly.

-Wait, wait.|-What?

-This is so pretty.|-Yeah.

-You like?|-Yeah, it's cool.

Looks good. Yeah, l like it.

-Thanks for my bracelets.|-lt's okay.

-Today was really fun. l needed it.|-Good. Glad you're enjoying yourself.

-From now on l'm gonna behave.|-Behave like what, exactly?

l don't know.|An impeccably brought up young lady.

No more repeats of last night.

Okay. Well, l just chose you to help!

Okay, that's it.|Now gently slide your foot back.

So much for gently. Hold this.

You gotta think grace.|You gotta think poise.

You gotta think balance.

Observe.

Nice!

So tell me, Obi-Wan, where did|you learn your impressive skills?

Well, if you really want to know,|believe it or not...

-...my mother was a deb.|-Really?

Yeah, and then she chose|to marry beneath her.

Her parents promptly disowned her.

But for some reason they took pity|on me, their half-breed grandson.

They paid for me to go to the right schools.|They got me into all the right clubs.

Until one day l realized|the hypocrisy of it all.

And your parents?

They're poor as church mice|and they're the happiest people l know.

Now, enough stalling. Get up there|and let me see you perform.

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