THE PRINCESS DIARIES
|Joe: This is between a waltz
and a tango.
Mia: It's a wango?
Queen Clarisse Renaldi: Amelia,
you look so... young.
Michael: Why me?
Mia: Just in case I wasn't enough of a freak already, let's add a tiara!
Joe: I have never worn pantyhose but it sounds very dangerous.
Mia: I don't want to rule my own country, I just want to pass the tenth grade.
Mia: I can't be a princess! I'm still waiting for normal body parts to arrive!
[running to catch up Mia
Mia: Joseph, can we eighty-six
the flags please?
Mia: You'll never guess what
Josh Bryant just asked me!
Lilly: You're morphing into one of them! Next week you'll be waving pom-poms in my face!
Queen Clarisse Renaldi: You
are princess of Genovia.
Mia: I can't do this, I'm
Queen Clarisse Renaldi: Goodbye, trolley people!
Fontana: Tell me Mia. Is it
true about your speech? Are you really speaking at the bulimic convention?
Helen Thermopolis: Where are
Mia: As always, this is as good as it's going to get.
Mia: Okay, I look like an asparagus.
Queen Clarisse Renaldi: Helen,
if Amelia refuses to accept the throne, then Genovia will cease to exist
as we know it.
Helen Thermopolis: This is
getting us nowhere! Talk to me!
Helen Thermopolis: Mia, the-the
three of us have to talk.
Helen Thermopolis: That Backstreet boy clone you've had a crush on for years?
Lilly: Is your mom dating an undertaker?
Mia: Hey Joe? Can we park
a block away from school? I really don't want to cause a riot with this
Mia: Joe? I'm gonna turn the
backseat into a dressing room so I can change into a proper outfit for
[plucking Mia's eyebrows]
Michael: Don't worry about
me. I just consider myself royally flushed.
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