But you are a princess by birth.

How can I tell if I can even do the job?

By simply, simply trying.

Like the fancy dinner coming up.

She thinks you're ready.

MIA: Really?

Shall we practice entering like a princess?

OK.

Entering.

JOSEPH: At the grand ball, you enter with the queen...

But at the state dinner, you enter unaccompanied.

Shoulders back. Smile.

They're all happy to see you.

BARON: Ah, there she is.

BARONESS: How is she?

You are much prettier.

[ Mia exhales ]

JOE: Well done. The worst is over.

Our diligent Prime Minister, Sebastian Motaz...

Hello.

And his lovely wife Sheila...

Nice to meet you.

And their charming daughter Marissa.

Oh! Lord Fricker, let me take your brandy glass.

You won't need it in there.

And easy on the schnapps.

Remember the Winter Dinner.

MARISSA: I'm not allowed to go to the party.

[ Chuckling ]

Dinner is served.

[ Snoring ]

MOTAZ: Her Majesty, Queen Clarisse.

Someday we will own Genovia again...

And you will be queen.

And your face will be on a postage stamp.

CLARISSE: How are the children, Robbie?

Would you like to see them, ma'am?

There's Ryan and Bridget.

CLARISSE: Oh, they're beautiful.

Would you like to see?

PRINCESS PALISADES: So, Mr. Prime Minister...

How would you say the pear market...

is doing in Genovia?

The Genovian pear market is blossoming...

if you'll pardon the pun.

[ Overlapping conversations ]

And that's their princess.

They grow up so fast, don't they?

MIA: Hi. You wanted to see me?

Is everything all right?

Um, yes, yes.

What was happening with the ice bucket?

Oh. I just had a little clumsy moment.

- OK. - Bye.

The food's delicious, by the way.

SHEILA: It was for a feminist group in Scotland...

called "Tarts for Tartan."

They were a wild bunch.

Very exciting.

Thank you.

Between the courses to cleanse the palate.

Bien?

[ Whimpers ]

[ Mumbles ] I'm sorry. It's a little cold.

SHEILA: She didn't realize it was frozen.

What should we do?

Well, we should take that much, too.

Just do the same thing.

MIA: No! No! It's cold!

[ Both mumbling ]

They are acting like monkeys.

- Mmm! - Mmm!

[ Mumbling ]

[ Snorts ]

[ Snorting ]

[ Bang ] Ah!

[ Bang ] Ah!

[ Gasps ]

Have you ever experienced that instant headache...

when you eat ice too quickly?

No.

Wash your hands.

[ Clearing throat ]

[ Clears throat ]

[ Tapping ]

Excuse me.

I'm really sorry.

It happens all the time.

I would like to propose a toast...

To the Baroness and Baron Von Troken.

May you always be Baron.

Ahh, the famous Genovian pear and cheese dessert.

What else?

Ooh.

WOMAN:...to our country.

You are nothing but an overdressed, drunken--

I'm outta here!

Oof! Aah!

WOMAN: Oh! I am sopping!

Was that my fault?

Ha ha ha ha!

[ Laughing ]

Shall we adjourn to the grand hall for coffee?

Sorry I let you down, Dad.

[ Winding ]

[ Sighs ] Good night, Louie.

[ Music playing ]

CLARISSE: This place was such a mess when I first arrived.

I've been spending every spare moment in it I can.

Pick up one of these. Make yourself useful.

Spray everything.

You're not mad at me for what happened?

Actually, I found it rather funny.

Reminds me of my first royal dinner party.

I accidentally knocked over a suit of armor...

And the spear went right through the suckling pig.

Amelia, why don't we cancel lessons for today...

and just have some fun?

MIA: Fun?

You're not too busy for something like that?

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