The Princess Diaries Page #2

What about him?

Edward Christof Philippe

Grard Renaldi...

...was your father.

Yeah, sure.

My father was the Prince of Genovia.

You're joking.

Why would I joke about

something like that?

No. No, 'cause if he's really

a prince, then I'm...

Exactly.

You're not just Amelia Thermopolis,

you are Amelia Mignonette

Thermopolis Renaldi,

Princess of Genovia.

Me? A... A princess?

Shut up!

I beg your pardon? Shut up?

Your Majesty, in America

it doesn't always mean "be quiet."

- It could mean "wow", "gee whiz"...

- I understand, thank you.

Nevertheless, you are the Princess.

And I am Queen Clarisse Renaldi.

Why on earth would you

pick me to be your princess?

Since your father died, you are

the natural heir to the throne.

That's our law.

I'm royal by marriage.

You are royal by blood.

You can rule.

Rule? Oh, no.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

Now you have really got the wrong girl.

I never lead anybody.

Not at Brownies,

not at Campfire Girls...

Queen Clarisse, my expectation in life

is to be invisible

and I'm good at it.

Amelia, I had other expectations, also.

In my wildest dreams, I never

expected this to happen,

but you are the legal heir, the

only heir to the Genovian throne

and we will accept the challenge of

helping you become the princess you are.

I can give you books.

You'll study languages,

history, art, political science.

I can teach you to walk, talk,

sit, stand, eat, dress like a princess.

Given time, I think you'll find

the palace a pleasant place to live.

- Live in Genovia?

- It's a wonderful country, really.

Rewind and freeze. I'm no princess.

I'm still waiting for

normal body parts to arrive.

I refuse to move to,

and rule, a country,

and do you want another reason?

I don't want to be a princess.

Amelia! Amelia!

Amelia! Come back here.

Well, that went well, didn't it?

- Perhaps she needs time.

- Will you help me?

Miss Thermopolis...

I'm head of your security and you want

me to be a chauffeur and babysitter?

For the time being, yes.

The child needs protection.

For 15 years, you couldn't

find a spare minute

to tell me that my father is a royal?

I thought I was doing the right thing.

- The right thing for who, Mom?

- All of us.

If we secretly divorced,

he would be able to find a woman

who'd stay by his side

and produce heirs.

And I'd 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, regulations, waving,

bowing and scraping. I was scared.

Living with a mother who lied to me

for 15 years scares me.

- Where are you going?

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