Well, drink your soup.

I'm not really hungry.

Fine.

Good night, sweetheart.

Fat Louie...

[ Purring ]

You are so lucky...

you don't know who your parents are.

[ Meow ]

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.

I have this favorite photo of Phillipe.

We had so much fun when we were in college.

He was so full of joie de vivre...

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.

So the future of your country...

is in the hands of my 15-year-old?

Here it is.

Oh.

CLARISSE: Phillipe was ready to be king.

Then the terrible accident.

Even though it didn't work out between us...

I loved your son very much.

Thank you.

Well, as always...

this is as good as it's gonna get.

Hmm.

I can't wait until she's 18.

[ Mia sighs ]

Oh, this is a nightmare.

I'm going back to bed.

Mia, the three of us have to talk.

Oh, OK. Is there something else...

about me and my life I might want to know about?

Are you two waiting to take me on a talk show...

to tell me I have a twin sister who's a duchess?

You have a cousin who's a contessa.

Fondly known as Bartholomew.

Actually, we call him Pookie.

Yesterday did not go well.

Will you just listen to your grandmother?

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.

And I speak for this family.

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?

[ Footsteps going upstairs ]

Where is she going?

The tower.

Mia, you can't run from everything!

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!

Just make yourself comfortable.

[ Fat Louie hisses ]

HELEN: This is getting us nowhere!

Talk to me.

I can't talk to you right now.

I'm late for a meeting with my guidance counselor.

I'm late for a meeting with Spain and Portugal.

HELEN: I have a thought.

Mia promises to attend princess lessons...

Until your ball.

Well, it's not my ball.

It's Genovia's annual Independence Day ball.

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?

It seems I have no option.

[ Sighs ] If I have to.

But I want not one word of this until that evening.

Is that understood?

Duh.

CLARISSE: The press would have a field day.

Well. Let's not keep Spain and Portugal waiting.

[ Car horn honks ]

I'll be 16 this year...

And my mom traded two paintings for a 1966 Mustang.

You do know what a Mustang is, right?

I raise mustangs.

That is not a sensible car for a princess.

It isn't sensible for anyone. It doesn't run.

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.

Good morning.

There's someone I want you to meet.

OK. Whoa.

You have two limousines?

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