公主日记剧本THE PRINCESS DIARIES(part4)

　　Michael: what are you doing this Saturday night?

　　MIA: are you guys playing?

　　Michael: we’re rehearsing some new things. We got two new songs. Plus, surprise, we got the new parts for you. Sting. We could put it together.

　　MIA: Ok. Is this like a date?

　　Michael: no. music, cars.

　　MIA: would it include pizza?

　　Michael: of course. Pizza is given.

　　MIA: With M&Ms?

　　Lilly: wait up! Wait for me! Not you! I don’t even know you!

　　MIA: well, then, I am in.

　　Michael: good. Saturday, it’s on?

　　MIA: what’s happening? Maybe it’s a protest. Excuse me. Hi. Who are you waiting for?

　　Lana: there she is right there! Mia Thermopolis!

　　Man: we are waiting for you. Right here, princess.

　　MIA: Lilly, did you tell?

　　Lilly: I didn’t say anything!

　　Man: Princess Mia! Who’s your favorite actor?

　　Michael: why are they calling her” princess”?

　　Man: Princess Mia! What do you do about pimples? Can we quote you, your Majesty?

　　Miss Gupta: come on, Mia. Let’s get inside. The phone’s ringing off the hook.

　　O’CONNELL: Mia, your mother’s on her way.

　　Miss Gupta: the queen is coming to Grove High School.

　　Woman: a limo with flag. A Genovian limousine has arrived. The queen is getting out. Your Majesty, why all the secrets we keep hearing is “No comment.”? Do you have a comment? Will you be visiting the White House? Are you taking the princess home?

　　MIA: mom, I don’t know who told on me.

　　Clarisse: we’ll get to the bottom of this.

　　Paolo: majesty, it was I who told the press about you. I outed you. So to speak. I don’t mean to imply…but not for money. Princess. Paolo hates money. He spits on money. There was no money. Well, some money. After all, a man likes me. Each ring is…the point is, it was pride and ego who drove me to know that royalty would see one day the beauty was mine! The hair was mine. That I was responsible for…by the way, your hair—magnificent. The next time, we go a little lighter?

　　GUPTA: isn’t that just awful? Doesn’t anyone respect royalty anymore? What is it like in Genovia, your majesty? Do people just fawn over you?

　　Clarisse: I wonder would you give us a moment alone.

　　GUPTA: I am the vice-principle…

　　Clarisse: Joseph, would you take this fine educator and show her your security plans for Amelia’s safety?

　　Joe: what? Oh, of course. Your security system is a bit lax.

　　HELEN: a week ago, Mia was a normal little kid.

　　Clarisse: She has never been normal. She was born royal. And we cope with the press ever single day and we will do it again.

　　HELEN: you don’t have to do this. You can get out of this whole thing right now.

　　Clarisse: your mother is right, Amelia. We had a bargain.

　　MIA: all right. I will think about it and let you know soon.

　　Clarisse: good. A diplomatic answer. Polite, but vague.

　　Man: Mia Thermopolis is the daughter of local eclectic artist HELEN Thermopolis. They currently live in a refurbished firehouse south of Market Street. Mia is also the only grandchild of Queen Clarisse Renaldi whose husband, King Rupert, passed away last year. This is nelson.

　　Lilly: hello? Princess? You’re the most popular girl in school. Everybody wants to take your picture. So I’ve made a list of all the reasons for you not to be a princess. Number one: no privacy, number two: you always have to look just right. Number three…

　　MIA: what is number three?

　　Lilly: number three, you can’t go nutso. You can’t be all “Bleah” during the day.

　　MIA: Lilly, I really don’t want to talk about this at the moment, ok?

　　Lilly: just one last question. Now that you’re “out”, would you come on my cable show on Saturday night?

　　MIA: yeah, sure.

　　Lilly: I love you! Ok! I’ll buy you another charm for your charm bracelet.

　　MIA: Joe! I don’t want to run my own country. I just want to pass 10th grade. So can’t I just tell everyone that I simply quit?

　　Joe: no one can quit being who they really are not even a princess. Now, you can refuse the job but you are a princess by birth.

　　MIA: how can I tell if I can even do the job?

　　Joe: by simply, simply trying. Like the fancy dinner coming up. She thinks you are ready.

　　MIA: really?

　　Joe: shall we practice entering like a princess?

　　MIA: ok. Entering.

　　Joe: at the grand ball, you enter with the queen but at the state dinner, you enter unaccompanied. Shoulders back. Smile. They’re all happy the see you.

　　BARON: Ah, there she is.

　　BARONESS: How is she?

　　BARON: You are much prettier.

　　Joe: well done. The worst is over. Our diligent Prime Minister, Sebastian Motaz.

　　MIA: nice to meet you!

　　Joe: and his lovely wife Sheila.

　　MIA: nice to meet you!

　　Joe: and their charming daughter Marissa.

　　MIA: nice to meet you!

　　Charlotte: oh! Lord Fricker, let me take your brandy glass. You won’t need it in there. And easy on the schnapps. Remember the Winter Dinner.

　　Marissa: I’m not allowed to go to the party.

　　Joe: dinner is served.

　　MOTAZ: HER Majesty, Queen Clarisse.

　　BARON: someday we will own Genovia again and you will be queen. And your face will be on a postage stamp.

　　Clarisse: how were the children?

　　Man: would you like to see them, ma’am? There’s Ryan and Bridget.

　　Clarisse: oh, they are beautiful. Would you like to see?

　　Princess Palisades: so, Mr. Prime Minister, how would you say the pear market is doing in Genovia?

　　Prime Minister: The Genovian pear Markey is blossoming if you’ll pardon the pun.

　　MIA: you want to see me?

　　Clarisse: is