Eduard Christoff Phillipe Gerard Renaldi.

Was your father.

[ Snorts ] Yeah, sure.

My father was the prince of Genovia.

Uh-huh. You're joking.

Why would I joke about something like that?

No! Because if he's really a prince, then I--

Exactly.

You're not just Amelia Thermopolis.

You are Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi...

Princess of Genovia.

Me? A princess?

Shut up!

I beg your pardon? Shut up?

Your Majesty, in America...

it doesn't always mean "Be quiet."

Here it could mean, "Wow," "Gee whiz," "Golly"--

Oh, I understand. Thank you.

Nevertheless, you are the princess.

And I am Queen Clarisse Renaldi.

Why would you pick me to be your princess?

Since your father died, you are the natural heir...

to the throne of Genovia. 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 Camp Fire 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 that you are.

Oh, I can give you books.

You will study languages, history, art, political science.

I can teach you to walk, talk, sit, stand...

Eat, dress like a princess.

And, given time, I think you'll find...

The palace in Genovia a very pleasant place to live.

- Live in Genovia? - It's a wonderful country.

Whoa, whoa. Just--

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!

Oh, Amelia...Amelia!

Amelia, come back here!

CLARISSE: Ohh!

[ Sighs ]

Well, that went well, didn't it?

- Perhaps she needs more time. - Will you help me?

Miss Thermopolis?

I'm the head of your security...

And you want me to be a chauffeur and baby-sitter.

For the time being. The child needs protection.

MIA: 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?

For all of us.

I mean, if we secretly divorced...

He would be able to find a woman...

Who would stay by his side 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.

Where are you going?

To straighten up the royal bed chamber.

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.

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!

[ Sighs ]

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