What A Girl Wants Page #2

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...l began to question your sanity.|But, no, this is political dynamite.

l had an eccentric idea we might|actually be doing the right thing.

lt's possible to do the right thing|and still be a winner.

The latest poll puts the party six points|ahead. That's all due to you, Henry.

You're transforming the image|of the party your father loved.

He would have been so proud of you.|You're young, thrusting, idealistic...

...an impeccable reputation....

And a fabulous fiance|with all the right connections.

Sorry to interrupt, but if l don't steal him|he'll miss his speech at the Oxfam ball.

-Oh, blast it, my speech.|-Right-hand pocket, darling.

She thinks of everything.

Well, gentlemen, that seems to be all.|Thank you.

You two enjoy yourselves.

How's our boy doing?

lf he doesn't ruffle too many feathers,|he'll be the next prime minister.

Excellent.

lan, l don't know if l can do this anymore.

Daphne, he's your father.

You've flown halfway around the world|to see him. You can't turn back now.

He's got a family now, l mean....

You saw them, they're so elegant|and sophisticated. lt's like....

What would he want with me?

-Yeah, well, you got a point there.|-Shut up.

lt's just not as simple as l thought.

Maybe l should just go home|and let him get on with his life.

Can l help you, miss?

Actually, no.

Thanks.

Perfect. Absolutely wonderful.|Thank you so much. Ciao.

You haven't forgotten Lady Wrightwood's|this afternoon, have you?

She is sponsoring us for the Royal Enclosure|at Ascot. We have to be there.

l thought marrying Henry|meant we didn't have to try so hard.

l'm not getting married for five weeks.

Until then we have|to keep up appearances.

Look what happened to Olivia Dixon|when she went to China.

-Who's Olivia Dixon?|-Exactly.

-Did you see that?|-What?

An impossibly large bird|falling off that wall.

Are you hallucinating?

These eggs are positively glacial.

When l run this house, senile servants|will be the first thing to go.

You'd have to get around the old bat.|She'd never allow it.

Anyone seen my pruning shears?

The old bat seems to have forgotten|where she put them.

Morning. Morning, Mother.|Morning, darling.

Everyone sleep well?

Apparently not.

There's someone at the window.|l'm not hallucinating.

lt's those bloody paparazzi again.

Percy, call the police.|l will not tolerate this media circus!

-Where do you think you're going?|-lt's you!

How long do you people have to spy|before realizing there's no story?

-You've got the wrong idea.|-Tell it to the authorities.

The real scandal is how young|they're starting you guttersnipes now.

You sit down and tell me who sent you.|The Sun? The Daily Star?

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