Disclaimer: Not mine.
I promised myself, when I began writing this, that I would not, would not do this. But, here it is.
A "Friends" reference (Yes, the TV show) is in here. That's not really fair. A "Friends" reference is on the webpage. By that I mean, I made a reference, but it's not in the actual story. I just gave it away, didn't I?
"You have an interview tomorrow."
"Do I?"
"With one of the news branches in America and their reporter."
"Hm. Does that mean the entire branch or just the reporter?"
"Just the reporter, your Highness."
"Hm."
"I cannot cancel it, your Highness."
"No, I don't suppose you can. 1:15?"
"Yes, your Highness."
"Thank you."
"You cannot be serious."
"Does this look like a joking matter?"
"Morgan, I'm not cut out for this sort of work! I quit years ago."
"Look here, Bradley, this is America. We own the world, and if we can't catch one of the most loved people of Europe and bring her over here, then what are we in the world?"
"Then send Johnson."
"I can't, he doesn't do well on planes."
"Well..."
"You have to go this for me, Bradley."
"...Yeah. Yeah, all right, I'll go."
"Your Highness, Mr. Joseph Barnhill of the New York Times."
"Charmed. Mr. Barnhill, if you...if you could just have a seat right there, I will be with you in a moment."
"Thank you, your Highness. I was wondering if...if there was anywhere we could do this interview in private?"
"Of course. Why don't we retire to the...to the, er, to the gardens?"
"But I believe it's going to rain, your Highness, perhaps—"
"The gardens will do perfectly."
"What are you doing here?"
"Making a living."
"With the fake name?"
"Only way you would let me in."
"Not for long."
"Now look here, Ann...ya. The way I see it, I'm just a stranger hammering for a story, and you're a queen. You can either refuse my request for an interview, or you can talk to me. I didn't come here to start something I can't finish."
"You know I can't cancel."
"Then say yes."
"Fine."
"You look cold."
"Looks can be deceiving. You looked like a nice, honest man when I first met you."
"You were sedated. Anyone could make that mistake."
"I'm sure."
"You're cold. Have my jacket."
"It seems that every time we meet, I wear your clothing."
"You look good in it."
"So I do."
"How have you been?"
"I should ask you that question; you've read all about my life in the papers."
"It's more fun in person."
"Speaking of which, why didn't you write that little article about me?"
"I promised I wouldn't."
"You make lots of promises, Mr. Bradley. Very few of them you've kept."
"You're an observant girl."
"Joe!"
"You had the pictures, Ann."
"Never stopped you before, I bet."
"I suppose you've forgotten all about them."
"Of course not. Here, I don't need your jacket."
"Suit yourself."
"I shall."
"I moved."
"To America, I heard."
"You are well-informed."
"How do you like it there?"
"It's Rome covered with glass and no history."
"Very droll."
"It is. My apartment has a kitchen."
"And I'm sure you still eat out all the time."
"I've learned some tricks."
"Not nearly enough, I bet."
"No, not nearly enough."
The next two will also be dialogue only snippets of their interveiw, because I can't possibly do Audrey and Gregory justice in describing their actions. Use your imagination.