| Mia: | Please don't crush my soy nuts. |
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| Guard: | Your soy nuts are safe. |
All Things Princess Diaries
Bee and Missy, Just two girls with a slight obsession with The Princess Diaries. Both the books and the film, and a massive obsession for Michael Moscovitz.
We are All Things Princess Diaries.
We are All Things Princess Diaries.
Meg Cabot was in her thirties when she wrote “Princess in Waiting,” and yet, she managed to perfectly sum up high school life in just half a page of writing.
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But I couldn’t help thinking if it really were the end of the world, it might be better to be with Michael, even if he isn’t so hot, because at least he makes me laugh. I think at the end of the world a sense of humor would be important. Plus, of course, Michael looks really good without a shirt.
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But then for some reason I couldn’t tell him about seeing Mr. G in his underwear at my kitchen table. It just didn’t seem … I don’t know. I just couldn’t tell him. Isn’t that funny? I had told Michael Moscovitz without even having been asked. But I couldn’t tell Josh, even though he had looked into my soul and everything. Weird, huh?
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| Mia: | So, it’s okay if I record this? |
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| Michael (laughing): | I said it was. |
| Mia: | I know, but I need to record you saying it. I know it’s stupid. |
| Michael (still laughing): | It’s not stupid. It’s just kind of weird. I mean, to be sitting here being interviewed by you. First of all, it’s you. Second of all…well, you were always the celebrity. |
| Mia: | Well, now it’s your turn. And thanks again, so much, for doing this. I know how busy you must be, and I want you to know I really appreciate you taking the time out to meet with me. |
| Michael: | Mia…of course. |
| Mia: | Okay, so first question: What inspired you to invent the CardioArm? |
| Michael: | Well, I saw a need in the medical community and felt I had the technical knowledge to fill it. There've been other attempts in the past to create similar products, but mine is the first to incorporate advanced imaging technology. Which I can explain to you if you want, but I don’t think you’re going to have room for it in your article, if I remember how long the stories are in The Atom . |
| Mia (laughing): | Uh, no, that’s okay— |
| Michael: | And, of course, you. |
| Mia: | What? |
| Michael: | You asked what my inspiration was for inventing the CardioArm. Part of it was you. You remember, I told you before I left for Japan, I wanted to do something to show the world I was worthy of dating a princess. I know it sounds dumb now, but…that was a big part of it. Back then. |
| Mia: | R-right. Back then. |
| Michael: | You don’t have to put that in the article if it embarrasses you, though. I can’t imagine you’d want your boyfriend reading that. |
| Mia: | J.P.? No…no, he’d be fine with that. Are you kidding? I mean, he knows about all that. We tell each other everything. |
| Michael: | Right. So he knows you’re here with me? |
| Mia: | Um. Of course! So where was I? Oh, right. What was it like to live in Japan for so long? |
| Michael: | Great! Japan’s great. Highly recommend it. |
| Mia: | Really? So are you planning on…Oh, wait, that question’s later…Sorry, my grandmother woke me up really early this morning and I’m all disorganized. |
| Michael: | How is the Dowager Princess Clarisse? |
| Mia: | Oh, not her. The other one. Mamaw. She’s in town for my birthday party. |
| Michael: | Oh, right. I wanted to thank you for the invitations to your party. |
| Mia: | ...the invitations to my party? |
| Michael: | Right. Mine arrived this morning. And my mom said hers and Dad’s and Lilly’s came last night. That was really nice of you, to let bygones be bygones with Lilly. I know she and Kenny are planning on going tomorrow night. My parents, too. I’m going to try to make it, as well. |
| Mia (under breath): | Grandmère! |
| Michael: | What was that? |
| Mia: | Nothing. Okay…so what did you miss most about America while you were gone? |
| Michael: | Uh…you? |
| Mia: | Oh, ha ha. Be serious. |
| Michael: | Sorry. Okay. My dog. |
| Mia: | What did you like best about Japan? |
| Michael: | Probably the people. I met a lot of really great people there. I’m going to miss some of them—the ones I haven’t brought over here with the rest of my team—a lot. |
| Mia: | Oh. Really? I mean…so you’re moving permanently back to America now? |
| Michael: | Yeah, I have a place here in Manhattan. Pavlov Surgical will have its corporate offices here, though the bulk of the manufacturing will be done out of Palo Alto in California. |
| Mia: | Oh. So— |
| Michael: | Can I ask you a question now? |
| Mia: | Um…sure. |
| Michael: | When am I going to get to read your senior project? |
| Mia: | See, I knew you were going to ask me that— |
| Michael: | So, if you knew, where is it? |
| Mia: | I have to tell you something. |
| Michael: | Uh-oh. I know that look. |
| Mia: | Yeah. My project’s not about the history of Genovian olive oil presses, circa 1254–1650. |
| Michael: | It’s not? |
| Mia: | No. It’s actually a four-hundred-page medieval historical romance novel. |
| Michael: | Sweet. Hand it over. |
| Mia: | Seriously. Michael—you’re just being nice. You don’t have to read it. |
| Michael: | Have to? If you don’t think I want to read it now, you’re high. Have you been smoking some of Clarisse’s Gitanes? Because I’m pretty sure I got high once on the secondhand smoke from those. |
| Mia: | She had to quit smoking. Look, if I e-mail you a copy, will you just promise to not start reading it until I’ve left? |
| Michael: | What, now? You mean this minute? To my phone? I completely and totally swear. |
| Mia: | Okay. Fine. Here it is. |
| Michael: | Outstanding. Wait. Who’s Daphne Delacroix? |
| Mia: | You said you wouldn’t read it! |
| Michael: | Oh my God, you should see your face. It’s the same color red as my Converse. |
| Mia: | Thanks for pointing that out. Actually, I changed my mind. I don’t want you to have a copy anymore. Give me your phone, I’m deleting it. |
| Michael: | What? No way. I’m reading this thing tonight. Hey—cut it out! Lars, help, she’s attacking me! |
| Lars: | I’m only supposed to intervene if someone is attacking her, not if the princess is attacking someone else. |
| Mia: | Give it to me! |
| Michael: | No— |
| Waiter: | Is there a problem here? |
| Michael: | No. |
| Mia: | No. |
| Lars: | No. Please excuse them. Too much caffeine. |
| Mia: | Sorry, Michael. I’ll pay for dry cleaning…. |
| Michael: | Don’t be stupid…are you still recording this? |
| End recording. |
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