Monte Carlo Page #2

PAM:
I love Emma.

I love her zest.

But you just don't want me

to go to Paris alone with her.

No, I don't.

Look, I know you two

have gotten close at work, but...

Mom, Emma is my friend.

I appreciate that, Grace,

and I appreciate

that Meg is not your first choice,

but knowing that you'll be

with a responsible adult...

Meg is whatever

comes after adult.

Be generous.

You've seen me.

Mom, I have been

saving for this.

This is what's

gotten me through the last four years

of pep rallies

and cheer squads.

Imagining myself

walking along the Seine

and standing on top

of the Eiffel Tower.

And having it all just

make me different.

Honey, it's not magic.

It's not going

to turn you into a whole different person.

Thank goodness.

I'm kind of partial to the one I've got.

Mom, you've found

a whole new life with Robert.

And I'm happy for you.

Just let me go find mine.

Without Meg.

Nobody wants you

to find your life more than I do.

I have to get

to the hospital.

Mom.

Take the upgrade,

don't take the upgrade.

That part's up to you.

(CHEERFUL FRENCH SONG PLAYING)

TOUR GUIDE:
Welcome to Paris.

MEG:
In five days.

We're never gonna get to all this stuff.

GRACE:
I know

it's a lot, Meg,

but there's a lot to see.

It's Paris.

Ten, 11, 12 stops tomorrow.

You can't do the Louvre

in 20 minutes.

EMMA:
It's their museum.

I think they know how long it takes.

Now, on your left

was Notre-Dame,

one of the masterpieces of...

I'm sure

we'll circle back.

Mmm.

(CHEERFUL FRENCH SONG CONTINUES)

That way. Thank you.

Sacre-Coeur. Let's go. Up.

(LA VIE EN ROSEPLAYING)

Nobody pinch me.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

Miss! Mademoiselle! That way.

How are they all

moving so fast?

Well,

they're not wearing

four-inch hoochie heels, for starters.

Let me tell you something

about shoes, Meg.

They ain't hurtin',

they ain't helpin'.

Ow! Ow! Ow!

Whew! Much better.

Thank you very much.

No problem, any time.

Oh. Australian.

Mind your step.

Precious cargo.

Good day.

Oh, no more wine.

Sorry. Finished, finished. No more.

What is that?

(PROTESTING IN FRENCH)

Eat soon. Quick.

- No, I can't eat that.

- WAITER:
Pardon.

Uh, I need a fork.

- Well...

- TOUR GUIDE:
Eat quickly, please.

Uh, I need a spoon.

TOUR GUIDE:
Quickly, please. Okay.

Thank you. On your right.

You have no luggage?

EMMA:
"The

Junior Ambassador Suite

"offers luxury accommodation,

sumptuous decor,

"and oozes charm."

Oozes.

Guys, the room

doesn't matter.

Well, there has to be

some kind of mistake.

Oh, yeah, why don't you

just toddle downstairs

and sort it all out,

en franais?

Can we just please

make the best of it?

I mean, we'll hardly

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