The queen is coming to Grove High School.

SUKI: A limo with flags!

MALE REPORTER: A Genovian limousine has arrived.

The queen is getting out.

SUKI: Your Majesty, why all the secrets?

All we keep hearing is "No comment."

Do you have a comment?

Your Majesty--

Will you be visiting the White House?

Are you taking the princess home?

MIA: Mom, I don't know who told on me.

HELEN: We'll get to the bottom of this.

Here's your tea, Your Majesty.

I'm sorry we don't have finer china.

That's perfectly all right.

Here.

Joseph?

- Speak. - Paolo?

Majesty, it was I who told the press about you.

I outed you. So to speak. I don't mean to imply--

- Grazie. - Prego.

But not for money, Principessa.

Paolo hates money. He spits on money.

There was no money. Well, some money.

After all, a man like me, each ring is--

The point is, it was pride and ego...

Who drove me to know that royalty would see one day...

the beauty was mine! The hair was mine!

That I, Paolo Puttanesca, was responsible for--

- Grazie. - Prego.

[ Speaking Italian ]

By the way, your hair--magnificent.

The next time, we go a little lighter?

MAN: Your Highness, would you like to say anything?

GUPTA: Isn't that just awful?

Doesn't anyone respect royalty anymore?

What is it like in Genovia, Your Majesty?

Do people just fawn over you?

I wonder, would you give us a moment alone?

GUPTA: I'm the vice-principal.

Joseph, would you take this fine educator...

and show her your security plans for Amelia's safety?

What?

Ah, yes, of course.

Your Majesty, thank you.

Your security system is a bit lax.

Oh, is it?

HELEN: A week ago, Mia was a normal little kid.

She has never been normal. She was born royal.

And we cope with the press every single day...

And we will do it again.

You don't have to do this.

You can get out of this whole thing right now.

Your mother is right, Amelia.

We had a bargain.

All right. I will think about it...

And let you know soon.

CLARISSE: Good. A diplomatic answer.

Polite, but vague.

Mia Thermopolis is the daughter...

Of local eclectic artist Helen Thermopolis.

They currently live in a refurbished firehouse...

South of Market Street.

Mia is also the only grandchild of Queen Clarisse Renaldi...

Whose husband, King Rupert, passed away last year.

This is Nelson Davenport, KRLH.

[ School bell rings ]

WOMAN ON P.A.: Will the Feng Shui Club...

please stop rearranging the tables on the lawn?

LILLY: Hello? Princess?

You're the most popular girl in school.

Everybody wants to take your picture.

Everybody wants to be your best friend.

- Hi, Lilly. - Hi.

LILLY: So I've made a list...

Of all the reasons for you not to be a princess.

Number one--no privacy.

Number two--you always have to look just right.

- Number three-- - Whoo!

MIA: Ha ha ha!

LILY: Are you OK?

MIA: Ha ha! Number three. What was number three?

Number three-- you can't go nut so.

You can't be all "Bleah" during the day.

Lilly, um...

I really don't want to talk about this...

at the moment, OK?

Just one last question.

Now that you're "out"...

would you come on my cable show on Saturday night?

Yeah, sure.

I love you!

I'll buy you another charm for your charm bracelet.

OK? Ooh!

See you Saturday night!

Joe!

Yes, Miss Mia?

I don't want to run my own country.

I just want to pass 10th grade...

so can't I just tell everyone that I simply quit?

No one can quit being who they really are...

Not even a princess.

Now, you can refuse the job...

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