You should always wear my clothes.
It seems I do.
[On whether to do an exploitation article about Princess Ann.]
Irving Radovich: She's fair game, Joe. It's always open season on princesses.
Princess Ann: I hate this nightgown. I hate all my nightgowns, and I hate all my underwear too.
Countess: My dear, you have lovely things.
Princess Ann: But I'm not two hundred years old. Why can't I sleep in pajamas?
Princess Ann: Just the top part. Did you know that there are people who sleep with absolutely nothing on at all?
Countess: I rejoice to say I do not.
Princess Ann: Do you have a silk nightgown with rosebuds?
Joe Bradley: I haven't worn a nightgown in years!
Princess Ann: I've never been alone with a man before, even with my dress on. With my dress off, it's MOST unusual.
Princess Ann: Is this the elevator?
Joe Bradley: This is my ROOM!
Reporter: And what, in the opinion of Your Highness, is the outlook for friendship among nations?
Princess Ann: I have every faith in it... as I have faith in relations between people.
Joe Bradley: May I say, speaking for my own... press service: we believe Your Highness's faith will not be unjustified.
Princess Ann: I am so glad to hear you say it.
Another reporter: Which of the cities visited did Your Highness enjoy the most?
General Provno: [prompting] Each, in its own way...
Princess Ann: Each, in its own way, was unforgettable. It would be difficult to-- Rome! By all means, Rome. I will cherish my visit here in memory as long as I live.
[The Duchess mentions Princess Ann's duty]
Princess Ann: Please do not use that word. Were I not entirely aware of my duty to my family and to my country, I would not have come back tonight... or indeed ever again!
[in a taxi in Rome; Princess Ann is drugged]
Joe Bradley: Where do you live?
Princess Ann: [mumbles drunkenly] .... Colosseum....
Joe Bradley: [to taxi driver] She lives in the Colosseum.
Cab Driver: Is wrong address!
Mr. Hennessey: In view of the fact that our Highness was taken violently ill at three o'clock this morning, put to bed with a high fever, and has ordered all her appointments for the day cancelled in toto...
Joe Bradley: That's certainly pretty hard to swallow.
Mr. Hennessey: In view of the fact that you just left her, of course.
Joe Bradley: How much would a real interview with this dame be worth?
Mr. Hennessey: Are you referring to Her Highness?
Joe Bradley: I'm not referring to Annie Oakley, Dorothy Lamour, or Madame ... How much?
Mr. Hennessey: What do you care? You've got about as much chance...
Joe Bradley: I know, but if I did? How much would it be worth?
Mr. Hennessey: Oh, just a plain talk on world issues, it would probably be worth two hundred and fifty. Her views on clothes, of course, would be worth a lot more, maybe a thousand...dollars.
Joe Bradley: I'm talking about her views on everything!...The private and secret longings of a Princess. Her innermost thoughts as revealed to your own correspondent in a private, personal, exclusive interview. (His boss' mouth drops, awe-struck by the thought) Can't use it, huh? I didn't think you'd like it.
Mr. Hennessey: Come here! Love angle too, I suppose.
Joe Bradley: Practically all love angle.
Mr. Hennessey: With pictures.
Joe Bradley: Could be. How much?
Mr. Hennessey: That particular story will be worth five grand to any news service....
Joe Bradley: ...You said five grand? I want you to shake on that.
Princess Ann: I could do some of the things I've always wanted to.
Joe Bradley: Like what?
Princess Ann: Oh, you can't imagine. I-I'd do just whatever I liked all day long.
Joe Bradley: Tell you what. Why don't we do all those things, together?
Princess Ann: But don't you have to work?
Joe Bradley: Work? No. Today's gonna be a holiday.
Princess Ann: But you want to do a lot of silly things?
Joe Bradley: (He takes her hand) ...First wish? One sidewalk cafe, comin' right up. I know just the place. Rocca's.
Princess Ann: I have to leave you now. I'm going to that corner there and turn. You must stay in the car and drive away. Promise not to watch me go beyond the corner. Just drive away and leave me as I leave you.
Joe Bradley: All right.
Princess Ann: I don't know how to say goodbye. I can't think of any words.
Joe Bradley: Don't try.
Princess Ann: At midnight, I'll turn into a pumpkin and drive away in my glass slipper.
Joe Bradley: And that will be the end of the fairy tale.
Have I been here all night, alone?
If you don't count me, yes.
So I've spent the night here - with you?
Well now, I-I don't know that I'd use those words exactly, but uh, from a certain angle, yes.
[beaming with a smile] How do you do?
How do you do?
And you are - ?
Bradley, Joe Bradley.
You don't know how delighted I am to meet you.
You may sit down.
(sitting on the bed) Thank you very much. What's your name?
You may call me Anya.
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