The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement

Although your diplomas

are equally specific,

remember, you are all

going out into the world

as individuals.

I now proudly present

this year's.

Woodrow Wilson School

of Public

and International Affairs'

graduating class.

Whoo!

Bye! We love you.

Write.

You have to write.

Thank your mom

for the cookies, OK?

Of course.

I'm very proud of you.

Dear Diary...

Well, it's me,

brand-new college graduate-

slash-princess.

Oh, I can't believe

it's been five years

since Grandma told me

that I was a princess.

Me? A... A princess?

Shut up!

And right after that,

my mother surprised me

by marrying

my high school teacher,

Patrick O'Connell.

It must be going well,

because they are now

expecting a baby.

Lilly's remained the same,

as she continues

to cause turmoil,

but now as a graduate student

at Berkeley,

which she calls "Berserkely".

How's Michael, you may ask?

Well, we're just friends now,

as he went off

to tour the country

with his band.

Princess Mia,

look out the window

and welcome back

to Genovia.

Oh, there it is,

my beautiful Genovia.

Of course,

I'm completely excited

to be going back,

but I'm also a bit nervous.

Genovia One has landed.

Grandma Clarisse

will step down by the end

of this year as queen,

and I'll be taking over,

since I'm now 21.

Mira! La Princesa Mia!

It's the princess

from America!!

Mira!

La princes a!

I know I studied diplomacy

and political science

at school,

but there was

no course in "Queen"

or "How to Run a Country 101."

But Grandma's

going to help me,

and I'll take over

when she thinks I'm ready.

Of course, I wonder...

will I ever be ready?

In the meantime, I'm going to

live in a beautiful palace,

like in a fairy tale,

and eventually sit on a throne

and rule the people

of Genovia.

Is that scary or what?

Well, maybe Fat Louie

can give me some help.

Her Royal Highness,

Princess Amelia Mignonette.

Thermopolis Renaldi,

has arrived.

Welcome home,

Princess.

And her royal pussycat,

Sir Fat Louie.

The one downer

in my fairy tale is...

I've never been in love.

Countess Puck of Austria.

However, this evening is

my 21st birthday party,

and our tradition says

I have to dance with all

the eligible bachelors

in Genovia,

so maybe I'll meet

my Prince Charming tonight.

The queen is coming.

Here she comes.

Look alive.

Places.

She'll have

a double-door entrance.

The eagle is flying.

Repeat, the eagle

is flying.

She's in the foyer.

Beautiful...

but you're late,

Your Majesty.

A queen is never late.

Everyone else

is simply early.

Of course.

Her Majesty,

Clarisse Renaldi,

Queen of Genovia.

Greetings, good friends.

I am delighted

to welcome you here

this evening.

Thanks for askin'.

Thank you.

I hope they have

string cheese.

Ah, good.

Many of you will remember.

King Rupert's

and my granddaughter,

Princess Mia.

King Rupert,

may he rest in peace.

Will you please

raise your glasses

in celebration

of Princess Mia's

21st birthday.

Presenting.

Her Royal Highness

Amelia Mignonette.

Thermopolis Renaldi,

Princess of Genovia.

To Princess Mia.

To Princess Mia.

It happens

all the time.

Ohh.

And happy birthday.

Thank you.

Oh, I don't speak Greek.

And you obviously

don't speak English.

One, two, three,

one, two, three,

one, two, three,

one, two, three,

one, two...

Ohh!

Oh. Sorry.

Have you met

the princess yet?

Briefly, but she wasn't

very friendly.

I got

a hello and a goodbye.

Is this

an American custom?

I saw that.

Um...

Oh, how I've missed you!

Sebastian.

Your Majesty.

Sheila.

Majesty.

What have you been up to?

Just partying, girl,

you know.

Ohh! Oh, your foot!

I'm so sorry. Are y...

Are you all right?

I'll survive,

Your Highness.

The fault was

entirely my own.

I apologize.

Are you sure you don't want

to exchange licenses