AmeIia, have you ever heard...
of Eduard Christoff PhiIIipe Gerard RenaIdi?
No.
He was the crown prince of Genovia.
Mm...
What about him?
Eduard Christoff PhiIIipe Gerard RenaIdi...
was your father.
Yeah, sure.
My father was the prince of Genovia.
Uh-huh. You're joking.
Why wouId I joke about something Iike that?
No! Because if he's reaIIy a prince, then I--
ExactIy.
You're not just AmeIia ThermopoIis.
You are AmeIia Mignonette ThermopoIis RenaIdi...
Princess of Genovia.
Me? A princess?
Shut up!
I beg your pardon? Shut up?
Your Majesty, in America...
it doesn't aIways mean ''Be quiet.''
Here it couId mean, ''Wow,'' ''Gee whiz,'' ''GoIIy''--
Oh, I understand. Thank you.
NevertheIess, you are the princess.
And I am Queen CIarisse RenaIdi.
Why wouId you pick me to be your princess?
Since your father died, you are the naturaI heir...
to the throne of Genovia. That's our Iaw.
I'm royaI by marriage.
You are royaI by bIood.
You can ruIe.
RuIe? Oh, no.
Oh, no. No, no, no.
Now you have reaIIy got the wrong girI.
I never Iead anybody--
not at Brownies, not at Camp Fire GirIs--
Queen CIarisse, my expectation in Iife...
is to be invisibIe, and I'm good at it.
AmeIia, I had other expectations aIso.
In my wiIdest dreams...
I never expected this to happen.
But you are the IegaI heir--
the onIy heir-- to the Genovian throne...
and we will accept the challenge...
of heIping you become the princess that you are.
Oh, I can give you books.
You wiII study Ianguages, history, art, poIiticaI science.
I can teach you to waIk, taIk, sit, stand...
eat, dress Iike a princess.
And, given time, I think you'II find...
the paIace in Genovia a very pIeasant pIace to Iive.
-Live in Genovia? -It's a wonderfuI country.
Whoa, whoa. Just--
Rewind and freeze.
l'm no princess.
I'm stiII waiting for normaI body parts to arrive.
I refuse to move to and ruIe a country...
and--Do you want another reason?
I don't want to be a princess!
Oh, AmeIia...AmeIia!
Amelia, come back here!
Ohh!
WeII, that went weII, didn't it?
-Perhaps she needs more time. -WiII you heIp me?
Miss ThermopoIis?
I'm the head of your security...
and you want me to be a chauffeur and baby-sitter.
For the time being. The chiId needs protection.
For 15 years...
you couldn't find a spare minute...
to teII me that my father is a royaI?
I thought I was doing the right thing.
Oh.. The right thing for who, Mom?
For aII of us.
l mean, if we secretly divorced...
he would be able to find a woman...
who wouId stay by his side and produce heirs...
and I wouId be free to Iive my Iife with you.
I mean, pIease! We met in coIIege!
I was young! I wanted to paint.
Can you see me waIking one step behind someone...
for the rest of my Iife?
With ruIes and reguIations...
and the waving and the bowing and the scraping?
I was scared!
Living with a mother...
who Iied to me for 15 years scares me.
Where are you going?
I am going to straighten up the royaI bedchamber.
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 emotionaI compIications.
We were going to teII you when you were 18 years oId...
but when your father died, things changed, Mia.
We wanted to protect you.
Ok.. You know what?
I don't feeI protected.
You try Iiving 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 aIready...
Iet's add a tiara!
WeII, drink your soup.
I'm not reaIIy hungry.
Fine.
Good night, sweetheart.
Fat Louie...
You are so Iucky...
you don't know who your parents are.