公主日记剧本THE PRINCESS DIARIES(part2)

　　MIA: For 15 years you couldn't find a spare minute to tell me that my father is a royal?

　　HELEN: I thought I was doing the right thing.

　　MIA: The right thing for who, mom?

　　HELEN: For all of us. I mean, if we secretly divorced he would be able to find a woman who would stay by his side in Genovia and produce heirs and I would be free to live my life with you. I mean, please! We met in college! I was young! I wanted to paint. Can you see me walking one step behind someone for the rest of my life with rules and regulations and the waving and the bowing and the scraping? I was scared!

　　MIA: Living with a mother who lied to me for 15 years scares me.

　　HELEN: Where are you going?

　　MIA: To straighten up the royal bedchamber.

　　HELEN: After the divorce, we all discussed it. Your father and your grandmother both agreed to keep that distance so you would have a chance of a normal childhood free of emotional complications .We were going to tell you when you were 18 years old. But when your father died, things changed, MIA. We wanted to protect you.

　　MIA: ok, you know what? I don't feel protected. You try living for 15 years thinking that you're one person and then in five minutes you find out that you're a princess. Just in case I'm not enough of a freak already, let's add a tiara!

　　HELEN: Well, drink your soup.

　　MIA: I’m not really hungry.

　　HELEN: Fine.Good night, sweetheart.

　　MIA: fat lily...you are so lucky, you don't know who your parents are.

　　Man: I’ve never ridden in a limo, he admitted bitterly to himself as he crossed to the open window and looked out at the bay, the fog looming like his pathetic life before him. I can't believe I won an Emmy.

　　HELEN: I have this favorite photo of Phillipe. We had so much fun when we were in college. He was so full of joie de verve always laughing and smiling.

　　Clarisse: I remember. HELEN, if Amelia refuses to accept the throne then Genovia will cease to exist as we know it.

　　HELEN: So the future of your country is in the hands of my 15-year-old? Here it is.

　　Clarisse: Phillipe was ready to be king. Then the terrible accident.

　　HELEN: Even though it didn't work out between us .I loved your son very much.

　　Clarisse: thank you.

　　MIA: well, as always this is as good as it's gonna get.

　　Clarisse: I can't wait until she's 18.

　　MIA: oh, this is a nightmare. I’m going back to bed.

　　HELEN: MIA, the three of us have to talk.

　　MIA: oh, ok. Is there something else about me and my life I might want to know about? Oh, no. Are you two waiting to take me on a talk show to let me know that I have a twin sister who's a duchess?

　　Clarisse: You have a cousin who's a countess. Fondly known as Bartholomew. Actually, we call him pookie.

　　HELEN: Yesterday did not go well. Will you just listen to your grandmother?

　　Clarisse: Amelia, in a matter of weeks we have an annual ball. I was …I am hoping that I may present you to the press and the public on that occasion. However, you desperately need some instruction. I speak for the entire Genovian parliament and the royal family.

　　HELEN: And I speak for this family.

　　MIA: Excuse me. I don’t have a family with either one of you because you ignored me for 15 years and you lied to me. Families don’t do stuff like that, ok?

　　Clarisse: Where is she going?

　　HELEN: The tower. Mia, you can’t run from everything!

　　Clarisse: She has a tower?

　　HELEN: Please? Just come down from there.

　　MIA: Most kids hope for a car for their 16th birthday, not a country!

　　HELEN: Just make yourself comfortable. This is getting us nowhere! Talk to me.

　　MIA: I can’t talk to you right now. I’m late for a meeting with my guidance counselor.

　　Clarisse: I’m late for a meeting with Spain and Portugal.

　　HELEN: I have a thought. Mia promises to attend princess lessons until your ball.

　　Clarisse: Well, it’s not my ball. It’s Genovia’s annual Independence Day Ball.

　　HELEN: I’m sorry. Mia promises neither to accept nor reject your offer to be royal until this grand ball and then she makes her decision. Now, can you both live with that?

　　Clarisse: It seems I have no option.

　　MIA: If I have to.

　　Clarisse: But I want not one word of this until that evening. Is that understood?

　　MIA: Duh.

　　Clarisse: The press would have a field day.

　　HELEN: Well. Let’s not keep Spain and Portugal waiting.

　　MIA: I’ll be 16 this year and my mom traded two paintings for a 1966 Mustang. You do know what a Mustang is, right?

　　Clarisse: I raise mustangs. That is not a sensible car for a princess.

　　MIA: It isn’t sensible for anyone. It doesn’t run.

　　Clarisse: I suppose I could donate something to this vehicle.

　　MIA: Good morning, Mr. Robutusen.

　　Clarisse: Who is this gentleman?

　　MIA: Oh, he’s my neighbor but you wouldn’t want to meet him. He doesn’t have very nice manners

　　Clarisse: Good morning. There’s someone I want you to meet.

　　MIA: OK. Whoa. You have two limousines?

　　Clarisse: One is yours.

　　MIA: You raise limousines, too?

　　Clarisse: No. Amelia, this is Joseph.

　　MIA: Hi. Nice to meet you!

　　Man: The elegant European woman didn’t stay for tea. But the promise of tomorrow hung in the air.

　　Joe: Princess, May I point out that no matter how many times you push it, it will go up and down the same way.

　　MIA: Joseph, can we eighty-six the flags? Please?

　　Joe: No. The flags allow me to park anywhere. We keep the flags.

　　MIA: Sorry, Joseph

　　Joe: You can call me Joe.

　　Lilly: Did I miss something? Are we going to a weddi