Mia: me? A princess? Shut up!
Queen: I beg your pardon, shut up? Nevertheless you are the princess. And I am the queen Clarisse Renaldi.
Mia: why on earth would you pick me to be your princess?
Queen: Since your father died, you are the natural heir to the throne of Geneva. That’s our law. I’m royal by marriage. You are royal by blood. You can rule.
Mia: Rule? Oh, no! oh, no. no, no no. now you have really got the wrong girl. I never lead anybody, not at brownies, not at camp fire girls. Queen Clarisse my expectation in life is to be invisible and I’m good at it.
Queen: Amelia I have other expectations also. In my wildest dreams, I never expected this to happen. But you are the legal heir, the only heir to the Genovian throne and we’ll accept the challenge of helping you become the princess that you are. Oh, I can give you books. You’ll study languages, history, art, political science. I can teach you to walk, talk, sit, stand, eat, dress like a princess. And given time, I think you’ll find the palace in Genovia a very pleasant place to live.
Mia: live in Genovia?
Queen: it’s a wonderful country! Amelia, really!
Mia: whoa, whoa, just. Rewind and Freeze. I’m no princess. I’m still waiting for normal body parts to arrive. I refused to move to and rule a country. And do you want another reason? I don’t want to be a princess.