What have you got there?
Come on. We're going on a trip.
We're going to Colorado where we can climb some real rocks.
We are so out of here, Louie.
My dearest daughter, today is your 16th birthday, congratulations.
I present you with this diary to fill the pages with your special thoughts.
Special thoughts of your wonderful life.
It is a custom in my family to pass on a piece of wisdom when one reaches this age
I pass it on to you, as my father passed it on to me.
Amalia , courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment
that something else is more important than fear.
The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all.
From now on, you'll be traveling the road between who you think you are
and who you can be.
The key is to allow yourself to make the journey.
I also want you to know,
I loved your mother very much and still think of her often.
Happy birthday, my Mia.
All my love, your father.
There's Countess Puck of Austria as the glamorous continue to arrive at the Genovian Independence Ball
Despite threats of rain, the turn out includes the mayor of San Francisco
and the Genovian pear juggler.
The future of Genovia is in the hands of young Mia Thermopolis.
Her decision tonight will affect the queen, the court,
and all the people of this small, but proud, country.
- Do you think it's going to rain on us?
- It never comes down on Willie Brown.
- Thank you. - Umbrellas up.
And that's enough pear juggling.
The trip is off, Louie.
Oh! Perfect.
Oh, come on.
Genovians are famous for their impeccable taste in art.
Also for their cheese.
Maybe it's string cheese.
- Don't do this, baby.
- Gotcha!
Sorry, Mr. Robutusen.
Here you go. It's already paid for.
- I didn't order pizza.
NO-no. You must've.
Unless there's another Michael Moscovitz here.
We get a call, we deliver, that's our motto.
- You don't make the pizza?
- No, no. I just deliver them.
Press passes, thank you.
- Hi, where are you from?
- Teen Scene Magazine.
Good.
- The Queen has entered.
Do we have any news on the von Troken matter?
- It will be decided tonight, ma'am. - I'm afraid so.
-Where is she?
- She went somewhere. I know nothing.
- Nothing?!
What? Talk to me.
She went that way, then that way, two minutes ago.
Thank you very much.
- Do we have any problems?
- No. Everything's perfect. It's wonderful.
You're not very good at lying.
No, I'm not, Your Majesty.
- The garden looks beautiful.
- Thank you.
Come on, baby, you can make it.
Yes, come on, yes. No.
Baby, please. Come on.
There's no answer at Princess Mia's house.
I couldn't get Joseph on the cell phone, too much static from the storm.
The press are starting to complain about making their deadlines.
If she's not here in ten minutes, I'll make the announcement.
- Yes, ma'am.
- It's OK. She'll be fine.
She's gonna get here.
Is this punishment for driving without a licensed driver in the front seat?
I am invisible and I am wet.