Queen Renaldi: Mia, would you care to
say a few words?
Mia: Um, yes.
Dignitary #1: Why didn't we dress like
her? We look like idiots.
Dignitary #2: Do you think they are
trying to save money on the gown?
Mia: Hi -- I, uh, hello.
Dignitaries #3: Get your tiara ready.
Mia: I'm really no good at speech-making.
Normally, I get so nervous that I faint or run away; or sometimes I even get
Mia: But you really didn't need to know that.
Um, but, I'm not say afraid anymore...no. My father helped me. Earlier this
evening, I had every intention of giving up my claim to the throne.
Mia: And my mother helped me by
telling me that it was ok, and by supporting me like she has my entire life.
Mia: But, then I wondered how I'd feel after abdicating my
role as Princess of Genovia. Would I feel relieved? Or would I feel sad? And
then I realized how many stupid times a day I used the word "I". In fact,
probably all I ever do is think about myself. And how lame is that when there's,
like, 7 billion other people out there on the planet and when --
Queen Renaldi: [casts a disapproving
glance and clears her throat]
Mia: Oooohhh. Sorry, sorry. I'm going too
Mia: But then I thought, if I cared
about the other 7 billion out there instead of just me, that's probably a much
better use of my time. See, if I were Princess of Genovia then my thoughts and
the thoughts of people smarter than me would be much better heard, and just
maybe those thoughts could be turned into actions.
Mia: So this morning when I woke up I was Mia Thermopolis.