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The Princess Diaries (프린세스 다이어리)
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2002/1/29 edited by schoolboy
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[ Sirens ]
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HELEN: Time for school!
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HELEN: Stop daydreaming. You'll be late for school.
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Sometimes I have dreams
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MIA: Hey, Louie. Come on.
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I picture myself flying
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It's time to go to school.
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Through the clouds
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High in the sky
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Conquering the world
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With my magic piano
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Never being scared
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But then I realize
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I'm Supergirl
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And I'm here to save the world
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But I wanna know
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Who's gonna save me?
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HELEN: Are you feeling confident?
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MIA: Not really.
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Now just remember, when you make your speech...
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don't look at the people.
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Pick a spot on the back wall...
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don't take your eyes off of it...
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and speak loudly.
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Thanks, Mom.
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Bye, Mom.
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Good luck.
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Ooh ooh
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Ooh
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Morning, Buttons.
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[ Barking ]
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MAN: Be nice, Buttons.
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MIA: Whoa. Whoa!
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Sorry, Mr. Robutusen.
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Have a nice day.
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ROBUTUSEN: I doubt it.
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Whoo!
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I'm Supergirl
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[ Sirens ]
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I'm Supergirl
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What I wanna know
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Who's gonna save me?
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CHEERLEADERS: Hey, there, ho there
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How do you do?
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This is Grove Lions saying hi to you.
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- I'm Lana... - Anna...
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Fontana.
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CHEERLEADERS: Go Lions!
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BOY: Josh!
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I'm Supergirl
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- Josh! - What are you doing?
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Oh, he's such a show-off.
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Jeremiah, off the wall, please.
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Come on. You know better than that.
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MIA: Good morning, Miss Gupta.
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Morning, Lilly...
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Lilly's friend.
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I'm Supergirl
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Who's gonna save me?
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You know, as manager of the team...
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I really think you should be a part of the team.
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Oh, oh! Oops.
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I'm sorry, I didn't see you.
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I was thinking...
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Somebody sat on me again.
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- Really? - Yeah.
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MIA: I don't know what happened.
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I was just sitting there, working on my speech...
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It's really a dumb class--
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LILLY: Jerk and jerkette sighting.
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MIA: Hmm?
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Soft kisses on a summer's day
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Laughing all our cares away
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And dream of--
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- What? - What?
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You never saw two idiots exchange saliva before?
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Oh. Yeah.
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They're so rude.
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Good. You know, for a second there...
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I thought you were going A-crowd on me.
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MIA: Oh, heh. Negative.
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LILLY: Ready for debate?
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MIA: I'm never ready for debate.
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[ Cheering ] BOY: Go, Josh!
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JOSH: So this is not a debate.
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This is a control issue.
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Grove controls our minds with what they teach us...
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but you know what?
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They're not satisfied with that.
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I think Grove should dump the uniforms...
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and we have casual dress all year round!
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[ Cheering ]
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MR. O'CONNELL: All right, all right.
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OK, girls, settle down. Settle down.
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This is a debate, and after it's over...
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I want you back in your school uniform.
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JOSH: Hey, boss, whatever you say.
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Josh, sit down.
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- He's the man. - He's my man.
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O'CONNELL: OK, Josh. Later, OK?
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Down, down, boy. You made your point.
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OK, so, now we've all heard...
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from Josh Bryant for the affirmative.
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[ Velcro rips ]
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I love that sound.
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What's my point again?
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You like our uniforms. They're equalizers.
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O'CONNELL: Now we'll hear the rebuttal...
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from Mia Thermopolis...
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who will present the negative argument...
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against our proposition.
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[ Scattered applause ]
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GIRL: Come on, Mia!
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BOY: Whoo-hoo!
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Um...I th-think...um...
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FONTANA: What a frizz-ball.
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ANNA: Look at her hair.
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O'CONNELL: Shh!
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Um...
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BOY: We're waiting.
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SECOND BOY: Say something!
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You see, um...I...
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See, casual-- casual...uh...
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[ Breathing heavily ]
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GIRL: Are you OK?
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ANNA: She's gonna barf.
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SECOND GIRL: Oh, God! She's gonna hurl!
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THIRD GIRL: Cover the tuba!
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O'CONNELL: OK, OK. Everybody settle down.
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Learn how to fly
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Gotta move on
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From what's breaking your heart...
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MANAGER: Mia! Finish up with Mrs. Taubman...
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and then you can take a break.
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Another huge tip from Mrs. Hersh.
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I got one from Mrs. Taubman. We're doing all right today.
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Mr. Walsh's ropes are twisted.
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VIVIAN: Mr. Walsh, stop twisting!
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You'll strangle yourself!
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Hi, Mom.
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You threw up, huh?
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And you ran away.
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MIA: I'm trying to forget about it.
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Can I have some shoes and chalk, please?
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Anyway, I'll go talk to your debate teacher--
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- What's his name? - Mr. O'Connell.
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And straighten it all out.
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Mom, I am never going to be a good public speaker.
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| Just call him and tell |
