All language subtitles for Smooch 2011 (Hallmark) 720p HDTV X264 Solar

And so it came to pass.

Having vanquished the
enemies of the King,

the brash and brave young
knight, Flynn of Stewart,

his long journey
done, returned home,

with heart wide open
to free his lady fair.

What mischief be this?

Zounds!

What treachery!

Fear not, my lady!

Oh!

Alack, doth hath
returned too late!

While you were out
warring, Halsey...

My brother.

We're betrothed.

And this is his
idea of courtship?

Zounds!

Thou art but bait!

We must away!

We must away!

We must away.

Away!
I am not going out that way.

Unhand her, you
vain, foppish sprig!

Aye, Beelzebub.

Tell me, he doesn't still
have you doing his dirty work?

You know this pitiful creature?

Mm, our nursemaid. Always
favored Halsey, she did.

Little toady.

I'll give you toady.

Green, green ye shall be

for all eternity,

till the purest maiden fair

lays a smooch on thee.

Not again!

Oh, Flynn, why
can't you be real?

This is the year Mom
meets her mystery knight.

Goodnight,
Mrs. Polanski.

Zoe, I know you can hear me.

Give me my kissy or else.

Or else!

- Do you give, do you give, do you give?
- Never!

Okay, okay, okay.

Give me, give me, give me.

Geez, nothing comes between
you and your frog man.

Prince, Mom.

Frog Prince.

Well, it wouldn't hurt you
to spend a little less time

with make believe and a
little more time with Math.

Come on.

Sure, as soon as you
do a little less work

and have a little more fun.

I have all the fun I
need to have with you.

Now sleep.

Mommy, I miss Daddy, too,

but he'd want you to
live happily ever after.

You are my happily
ever after, Zoe.

Goodnight, Daddy.

You handsome rascal, you.

When I think of all the
hearts sure to break

when they hear their
favorite marquess, me,

Percival of Summerland
is off the market.

Talking to ourselves again, sir?

At least I don't
give me a hard time

over everything, Wilkins.

At least I...
know my place.

Oh, if you're referring
to my reminding you

that a marriage
without love is...

Is so old-fashioned.

Love never goes
out of fashion, sir.

Well, tell that to
the royal pains in my...

That would be rude and impudent

to offer the Duke
and the Duchess...

You had no problem
pointing out my...

Oh what, my pointing out
your foolishness, Percival?

No, none indeed.

Thank you, Wilkins.

And thus concludes
today's lecture.

Final lecture, sir.

For if you insist on
throwing away your future...

I'm not throwing away my future.

I'm surrendering to it.

Oh, you mean resigning, sir?

I have one job.

One responsibility to
my family and my title.

I marry someone.

The right someone.

And besides, I'm not about
to throw away my life

on some antiquated
notion of true love.

I'm sorry, Wilkins,
but I like my life.

I like doing whatever
strikes my fancy.

It's... fun.

Fun to toy with the
innocent heart of another?

Oh please, it's an
arranged marriage.

Hilary doesn't love me.

She barely knows me.

Oh, would you please
help me with this?

Sir, just so we're clear.

Your persisting in this charade

places me in an
untenable position.

Meaning what?

You'd resign?

You know, somewhere
deep inside you

is a prince of a man
dying to get out.

I just pray that you'll find
him before it's too late.

Good job, Wilkins.

Naturally, sir.

Marvelous and big smiles.

And with the parents, please.

And your hand on his chest

so we can see your
engagement ring.

And the ring.

And the ring.

And the ring.

And the ring.

And the ring.

And the ring.

Have you tried
the bird, my dear?

Divine.

So flavorful on the palette.

It better be.

We specified only organic
vegan fed squab be served.

Is this buckshot?

Can you see it, Percy?

My poise?

I've been refining it.

Mother says I owe
it to her subjects

to always look majestic.

After all, we are
going to be majesties.

I think that your wedding
is highly overrated.

Exactly, such a plebeian month.

And besides, we
spend all our Junes

summering in the
south of France.

Of course.
We spend ours

in our award-winning
vineyards in Napa.

How's your July?

A maritime modeling festival.

Top judge this year.

August?

International
Bridge Championship.

Oh! Here I took
you for a yahtzee man.

And for our honeymoon, I
was thinking of taking in

one of our
commonwealth countries.

You know, a cute sounding
one like Papua New Guinea.

I just love the Caribbean.

South Pacific, Hilary.

Papua New Guinea's
in the South Pacific.

Oh, better start brushing
up on my geography then.

After all, we are
going to carry on

your family's grand tradition

and send our children
abroad for school.

Think how much fun it
will be to visit them.

It will be like
taking a vacation.

Yes.

Well, September it is then.

That'll give us plenty of
time to manipulate the media.

Re, our family alliance.

Yet, one must
remember one's station.

Now this tea is for
the common people,

and we are never common.

But, if our sweet babies

spend too much
time in Australia,

they might develop
an Australian accent,

which I find a little tinny
on the ear, don't you?

I mean, it is rather
common, right?

An Australian accent
compared to yours?

It's considered common.

Because the last
thing we want to do

is raise common children.

I wonder what New
Zealand sounds like?

Just stepping
out for a bit of fresh air.

Steady, sir.

A bit close for my comfort
given your vertigo.

Yeah.

Let me see to that.

May I be of any
other service, sir?

No, Wilkins.

You've done enough.

All right?

Yo, prom queen.

Take a hike, okay?

If you hurry, you might
get to the ball in time

to get crowned.

Or we could play
a game of arrows.

See who buys the next round of drinks.

Oh, you're on, buddy.

Good!

Hah, hah, hah!

And one not even looking.

Ha! And voila!

Thank you, thank you.

Barkeep!

A round of drinks for my mateys!

I have just the thing
for this drunken sailor.

- We're low on milk.
- Check.

- And juice.
- Check.

And celery,
carrots, and tomatoes.

Just check.

Not very funny, Zoe.

Check.

Okay. Homework.

Lunch box.

To the top.

Okay.

Oh, my...

Keys?

Thank you.

Check.

Mrs. Polanski is making you
pasta with vegetables tonight.

I have to work late.

You mean pasta drowning
in another one of her

chunky bland sauces?

Yes. You should eat
your vegetables.

They are good for you.

Hat on.

Mom!

On.

Is that really necessary?

It's a zillion degrees in here.

It's cold and flu
season, Mrs. Bieker.

You can't be too careful.

And you better be
wearing your hat

when Mrs. Polanski
picks you up.

I don't see you
wearing a hat, Missy.

Okay, so Mrs. Polanski
will be here at 3:00.

I'll call you from work.

Have a good day, all right?

I love you very much.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Hey, Zoe.

Hi, Sam.

You wanna be my lab partner?

Oh, Sam!

I saved a seat for you.

Right next to me.

Oh, do you want to
share my chewing gum?

Sure.

Does everybody have a frog?

Frog, frog, frog, frog.

Zoe, come get your frog.

Now take it back to your
seat and wait for it to die.

Leave your specimens.

We're moving on to
mammals on Monday.

Are you thirsty,
Mr. Froggy?

Can you even believe her?

That stupid Zoe.

Thinking she can
even look at Sam.

What a loser.

I mean, look at me!

And then look at her.

You are so much prettier.

It was like a really big snake,

and I think it came
from the toilet.

Just one more sec,
Mr. Froggy.

Oh, did I hurt you?

I'm so sorry.

Here, let me kiss your boo-boo.

Hey, Zoe.

Hi, Sam.

You ditched, too?

Me ditched, too!

Me ditched, too?

Oh!

Froggy?

Froggy?

Oh, my gosh!

A webbed foot?

The kiss.

I've turned a frog
into a Prince.

Uh!

Oh, man, Froggy.

What am I gonna do with you?

I can't just leave you here.

Not like this.

You'll freeze to death.

Well, if he should
happen to stumble

into your fine
establishment again

for another game of chance,

if you would be so
good as to contact me.

And only me.

I'll make it well worth
your time and consideration.

I'd love a cup of tea.

Besides being filthy
dirty and stinky,

you're kind of beat up.

Knock off the croaking!

Talk!

Oh, my head!

Wash.

Somewhere deep under all
that gunk is a Prince.

- Prince?
- Exactly.

If Mom finds out, I am so dead.

Majesty, you stink.

I don't remember anything.

Who are you?

Somewhere deep
under all that gunk

is a Prince.

Is a prince
of a man dying to get out.

Yoo hoo!

Are you okay?

Where am I?

Green, green, ye shall
be for all eternity.

Until the purest maiden
fair lays a smooch on thee.

I know it's a lot to
take in all at once,

but when you add up
your webbed toes,

the sash, my kiss,

all the evidence is here
that you are, in fact,

the actual Frog Prince.

I'm sorry, but

none of this makes
even a bit of sense.

Hey, you're the one
who doesn't remember

who you are or how you got here.

At least I have a logical
explanation to offer you.

Let me see that.

Having vanquished
the enemies of the King,

the brash and brave young
knight, Flynn of Stewart,

returned home.

Lady fair, treachery,
betrothed, zounds.

Who on earth says zounds?

It's not normal!

Coming out of your mouth?

With that fancy
English accent of yours,

you are incontrovertible proof

you are indeed a Prince.

Don't look at me like that.

Try again, you'll see.

Zounds.

No, like you mean it.

Zounds.

Zounds.

Zounds!

This is nothing but poppycock.

No man, and certainly
no brave knight

would ever say zounds.

The you in the book does.

That's got to be
Mrs. Polanski.

What have you done to my floor?

Go on, get in.
She won't understand.

Jail, or worse if she
finds out you're here.

For both of us!

- But I...
- No but's, Flynn.

Here, read all about you.

Leaving early?

Walking home alone?

I searched that
entire school for you.

Almost had a heart attack!

I can't take this anymore!

Bye.

A miscommunication.

You really want to
stick with that?

Zoe, do you have any idea
what it does to my day

to have another nanny quit
over something you've done?

Especially one who liked my
list as much as Mrs. Polanski.

I don't want a nanny.

I want you.

Oh, sweetie, you have me.

But you know I can't
leave you home alone

while I go to work.

I have to support this family,

and this does not help!

And what happened in here?

I overfilled the tub.

No kidding.
What is that smell?

It's like pond scum.

We dissected frogs in Science.

I must have got frog guts on me.

Well, wash them off
and clean this up.

I have to go back
to the restaurant,

because I have to do the books,

and you know what that means.

Mom.

I'm calling Mrs. Bieker!

The odds of
making two holes in one

are about 9 billion,
222,500 to one.

The man who defied those odds?

Dr. Eli Gindi.

Don't you just love
these great moments

in golf highlights,
Mrs. Bieker?

Mrs. B?

On the 143
yard Par Three 17th hole,

Gindi defied those
astronomical odds

with his trusty seven iron.

Privy, allow me to
introduce myself, fair Miss.

Prince Flynn of Stewart.

Dashing older brother to the
loathsome Halsey of Stewart.

So, tell me something
that I don't know.

Halsey's a snake. I've
been there, read that.

But right now we've got
to get you to some place.

Mom hardly ever goes.

Snake is too kind.

Halsey stole my lady
intent on marrying her

upon the lie that
I was unworthy.

Well, you were always unworthy.

In chapter two,
that joust you lost?

Chapter five.

Deserting your post?

Chapter nine.

Almost drowning in the moat?

Well, I was never
much of a swimmer.

You spent six months as a frog!

The water was freezing!

Here, look.

It's all right here.

Well?

Egads, you're right.

Chapter after chapter
nothing but a disappointment.

All looks and no game.

No wonder my lady
found me lacking.

Mrs. Bieker?

Mrs. Bieker, wake up.

Don't just sit there.

Mom's back from her restaurant.

Come on, come on!
In here!

Here, take this.

You should have seen it.

I've just never seen a
tournament like that.

It was a hole in one,

and then another one.

Sounds amazing.

And it just kept
going on and on.

- Unbelievable!
- Thank you, goodnight.

Goodnight.

Zoe, I'm sorry for
losing my temper.

But I just can't help
worrying about you,

and when we have a day like
today I go a little crazy.

Sweetie, come on, talk to me.

What in the world came over you?

You wouldn't believe
me if I told you.

Of course I would.

What I said about
dissected frogs?

I couldn't do it, so I
ditched to set him free.

But I hurt him
and then kissed him

and turned him into a Prince.

Which makes sense, as there's
a blue moon this month.

Meaning tons of
more love and magic.

Sweetie, you know
that a blue moon

is nothing more
than a lunar event.

There is no magic.

I mean, why can't you be
like other girls your age

and just be obsessed with
werewolves and vampires?

Is that what this is about?

I have some amazing mystery
Prince as a Valentine?

Baby, you're my
favorite Valentine.

I'm not a baby.

Maybe somebody else wants
to be my Valentine this year.

Somebody, not you.

Oh, so that's how it is.

You've got a better offer.

No.

Maybe.

It's more than that.

Daddy's Valentine?

I never told you,
but that last year,

when he gave me this,

Daddy said he wanted
me, you and me,

to someday have
another someone special

to give us Valentines.

I was just hoping you knew
that this would be the year.

Ghastly is what it is.

To come gallivanting who
knows where with who knows who

when he knew we had plans
to be in D'gustar this week.

It's reprehensible.

And to have to bring
in the local authorities.

Wilkins, how is it you so easily

tracked Percy to that
circus he joined in Milan,

yet cannot find him here?

Shocking, my Lord.

Undone by the mad carnival
that is San Francisco.

I've brought extra
coffee for the Frog Prince.

Where is he?

Psst! Wake up!

Hey!

Do not under any
circumstances go anywhere.

I have to figure out
where you're gonna live

now that you're a man again.

So... stay.

Replace Mrs. Polanski.

Ruthie?

You can't be serious.

Come on, it helps me think.

Fine, check.

I could read some
of Zoe's books.

Check.

- I could...
- Stop making lists

to avoid dealing with
what really matters. Check!

Like you know everything.

I know that Zoe's infatuation
with this Frog Prince

is just her way of
filling an emotional void.

Thank you, Dr. Phil.

Look, mock all you want,

but you're living your
life as if it's on hold

and smothering Zoe
in the process.

Which doesn't lead
to open communication

like knowing she has
a crush on some boy.

Okay, I will admit it.

I don't know what to do.

You know what to do.

You just don't want to do it.

And you know that
what Zoe really wants

is what you really need.

An M-A-N, man.

I don't need a man, and what I
really want is a happy daughter.

Prove it.

Go on a date, have some
fun, take a chance on love!

Love takes too much time,

and I don't already have
enough time as it is.

No one has enough time, Gwen.

Why do you think I like
having Stanley around?

He may not be a prince,
but he's a heck of a cop

and a great husband.

I know I'm just your
older, must wiser sister,

so why should you listen to me?

But Zoe would benefit
from a male influence,

and it wouldn't be so
bad for you, either.

It's just ridiculous.

What's ridiculous?

How late it is.

Yes, it is getting late.

And Jason's alone
with Stanley. Bye.

Bye.

You eat, then dress.

With no one here to watch you,

you're gonna need to come
to work with me today,

so bring some homework.

I promised Mrs. B
I'd stick around.

You want to spend your whole
Saturday with Mrs. Bieker? You?

I promised her I'd
help her do her laundry,

and besides, I'm saving
for a new outfit,

and she's gonna
give me five bucks.

This is so surprising.

I had no idea you were
a budding laundress.

Yeah, it's a new
passion of mine.

Well, I really
appreciate the help.

But Mr. B. used
to help, too.

Oh yes, my Harold found
household chores quite relaxing.

It must be nice being
surrounded by his stuff.

Like maybe some
of his old clothes

are around here somewhere?

You know, to remind you of him.

Oh yes, I never could
part with any of it.

I'll just put
these away for you.

I don't care what
Ruthie says, Stanley.

I'm not in a rut.

Come on.

If this isn't a rut,
I don't know what is.

I grew up here with Matt.

Since his folks
opened the restaurant.

We played together.

We got in trouble together.

Met a pair of beautiful
sisters and married them.

But you haven't changed a
thing around here in years.

Look, Gwen.

Even a guy like me,

he can only eat so much of
your magnificent meatloaf

before he wants a cheeseburger.

Now if Matt were here, I
think he'd tell you the same.

Maybe it's time for you to just

shake things up a little bit.

That's all I'm saying.

Flynn, look what I got!

What do you think you're doing?

Give me that!

I- I meant no harm.

Wow, look how little I am.

Yes, I have been for hours.

Look at Mom.

Look at Daddy.

They were so great together.

You have his eyes, you know.

Your father's.

Sir Matthew of Cole.

Just Matthew. Cole's
our last name.

Not our kingdom.

If it's not too forward of me...

Daddy died when I was seven.

He had cancer,

but we had lots and lots
of time to say goodbye.

This is in the park, not too
far from where I found you.

That was our spot.

Mom would fix these
great picnics down there,

so we'd just go
be there together.

Daddy would make up
the corniest stories

on how the squirrels were
plotting against the ducks.

Silly stuff.

Mom doesn't like going anymore.

She usually comes home
early on Saturdays.

We'd better hurry if we're
gonna keep you off the streets.

Why would I be on the streets?

'Cause if I can't
convince my mom

to hire you as my male nanny,

that's where you'll be living.

No.

No.

No.

Yes.

Okay, now for this to work,
you need a total makeover.

Just relax.

Hey, good afternoon.
What can I get you?

A cup of tea with milk please.

Hot.

Pardon?

Your milk?

Would you like it hot?

I mean warmed?

No, that wouldn't be necessary.

Anything else?
Something to eat?

Prince Charles told me that

if I was ever in San Francisco,

that I must sample the hot
apple pie at Cole's Coffee Shop.

Right, and I'm the Queen Mother.

Lady Gwendolyn, I
understand that your...

How do you know my name?

Well, only because
your proclamation

as the proprietor
heralds you so.

Flynn Stewart.

Nanny to the English
monarchy. Retired.

So, tell me, how'd it go?

Interview tonight.

7 p. m. sharp.

Great!

Time for your
makeover, part two.

Okay.

Marvelous and big smiles.

Flynn, I bought you a briefcase.

Oh, thank you.

You're welcome.

This is so great.

See, you can make yourself
into anybody, Flynn.

Flynn?

Thou art indeed the most
handsome knight in all the land.

Talking to
yourself there, Flynn?

Talking to ourselves again, sir?

Give me that!

I meant no harm.

It's just, look, it's me!

See how handsome I am?

Please tell me
you didn't open it.

This is a limited edition
collectible Blue Moon doll.

Oh, thank goodness.

You didn't open the
others, did you?

The Lady or the Halsey?

These are not for play.

You never open these toys.

Understand?

Uh huh, yes.

We don't have all day and
I have to get this finished.

Okay, wait here
for 10 minutes, tops.

And don't forget the handshake.

Mom's big on those.

Hey, Zooey!

We've been out shopping
all day for Valentine's Day.

I bought the cutest
outfit to wear for Sam.

Oh, look, girls.

Cirque du Soleil
must be in town.

Mistress Zoe,

are these children known to you?

I'm Kate Basset.

And you are?

I? Why, I am...

Oh, my! What's this?

What? Are you some kind of
fortune teller or something?

Is he, Zoe?

Only the world's best.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Well, what do you see?

Tell me!

Well, sadly, that you are

a... spoiled imp!

And unless you repent
and mend your cruel ways,

you'll live a life
in a solitary state.

And from here on, you'll
wear only common clothing.

Oh, and Duckie,
your little chums,

they mock you behind your back.

Kate, wait!

Too hard, too soft?

Just right.

See you in 10.

Okay, thank you,
Mrs. Bieker.

Whoa!

Get off him!

Get away from him!

I'll beat you like
a rented mule!

Jason, get back here!

Oh, dear.

So, where is this royal nanny?

Late, and I really don't
need your help, Ruthie.

Yes, you do, and
Stanley insisted.

Oh, no jumping!

Jason, get down from
there this instant!

Okay.

Oh, this flake is
definitely a no-show.

You can go home now, Ruthie,

and take Jackson Pollock, Jr. with you.

I'll get it.

I'd hang onto that
if I were you.

Please, forgive my tardiness.

What happened to you?

I ran into bit
of a hiccup, sorry.

This is no time for sorry.

Head up, chest out.

Let's see some charm.

Licensed by the BMA.

Bonded by Lloyd's of London.

An RAF veteran.

What can anybody say but "wow"?

Jason stop finger painting

with your mashed
potatoes and eat!

But it's all gooey and
everything's touching.

It's touching.
It's touching.

It's considered common,
considered common,

it's considered common.

My nephew, he's got some sort of

finicky food mushing disorder.

By your leave, my ladies.

Madam... if I may?

Knock yourself out.

Young sir, in my youth,

I, too, found that
when foods collided,

the meal was not to my liking.

- Really?
- Very.

However, when one took the time

to divide up the meats,

greens, and starches,

and gave them ample space to
live in harmony on the plate,

my compulsion to mush my
food was suddenly gone.

And the meal not only
appealing, but rather yummy.

What say you give it a go?

I call dibs if you
don't want him.

What do you mean call?

You saw him with Jason.

This guy is a miracle worker.

A looker, too.

Mr. Stewart.

Flynn, my lady.

Simply Flynn.

Okay, Flynn.
You've got the job.

How soon can you start?

There's no time
like the present.

Great, where are you staying?

Why?

Because you'll want
to get your belongings

so you can move in.

Mom, I think he means the W.

My belongings are on my back.

I left my things some place

and have no clue as
to their whereabouts.

Isn't it just like the airlines
to lose all his luggage?

Since no one seems to need me,

guess we'll be going.

Pardon me, my lady.

A thousand times goodnight.

You, too.

- I'll be seeing you...
- All right.

- Real soon.
- Goodnight, Ruthie.

Goodnight, okay.
Bye-bye.

Okay, so you will escort
Zoe to and from school,

supervise homework,
shop, do light housework,

and see that she has
three squares a day.

I find that detailing
assignments in writing

really helps with communication.

Any questions?

Only one.

Where does one acquire
these squares for Miss Zoe?

Acquire squares.

What a kidder.

Would you look at the time?

Shouldn't we show
Flynn his bedroom?

Let him get some rest?

Yeah?

Your call from
Scotland Yard is on line two.

Thanks, Effie.

Inspector O'Malley here.

Inspector!

Good to finally speak.

Yeah, listen.

I was wondering if
you had anything

on a gentleman who goes by
the name of Flynn Stewart?

Everyone has a bad day
once in awhile, Flynn,

but you yesterday...

Yes, my lady, a
brilliant disaster.

Let's review, shall we?

Bacon will catch fire
if left unattended.

Check.

Dish towel?

Not a fire extinguisher.

Check.

Colors run in hot water.

Check.

And should any of these
bad days happen again...

My services will no longer
be required, my lady?

Check.

And so you don't get lost,
Zoe's school is right here.

Mom, I'm gonna be
there to show him.

Not when he comes
to pick you up.

And button, Flynn,
to the top, okay?

From now on, whatever happens,

keep your mouth shut and smile.

Oh, my keys.

Good thing Flynn reminded me.

So, use these at Walgreens,

these at Safeway,

and these to get
my dry cleaning.

And I want receipts.

Now, let's talk about groceries.

Who doesn't know how to
get to Fisherman's Wharf?

He's new in town.

Really new.

You take a cable car
downhill till you hit the bay.

How hard is that?

It's you!

Flynn, right?

It's me, remember?

Mr. Wong gave me 100
bucks to split with you,

but by the time the cops
left, you disappeared.

Police? What is this
about, Flynn?

Do you know this Prince Valiant?

He's our new nanny.

Well, some no-goodnik was
trying to rob poor Mr. Wong,

and boom!

We sure took him downtown,
didn't we, cutie?

Take good care of him.

Right.

Okay, so seeing you're
a local crime fighter,

I suppose the least I
could do is show you around

and get you started
on the right foot.

Oh, there's no need for
you to miss work, Mom.

I can just take a
day off of school.

No, you're going to school.

I will get them started at work,

and I will be back here
to meet you at 9:00 sharp.

Your generosity
my dear lady is...

Yes, yes, yes, fine, okay.

Love you.

The thing is, Mom
doesn't mean to be bossy.

It's just that after Dad died,

she took on a lot
of responsibility,

and this isn't helping, is it?

No.

Hey, Zoe.

Hi, Sam.

Have a good weekend?

Sure. You?

Good.

Good.

And who might
this young robe be?

Flynn, this is Sam.

- Sam, Flynn.
- Hi.

My new nanny,
who was just going.

Yes.

Good luck with Mom.

And remember...

Of course.

Pleasure meeting you, Sam.

You know, I would have
figured him more for a butler

than a nanny, but cool hat.

You're ready early.
I like that.

As I appreciate your kindness.

Well, my kindness
is on the clock.

I have one hour to give you.

You can't eat fish
if you can smell it.

It's bad.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. You don't buy it.

If it's got a clear eye
and it's got smell...

Come on!

First, look at the fish.

Does it shine?

You want it to shine.

And then smell it.

A fish that's really
fresh is like clean water.

Young sir, what
pray tell are these?

Legs, old dude.

Fresh frog legs.

I guess I won't take him
to my butcher in Chinatown.

I'd hate to see what a hanging
Peking duck does to him.

Oh, puka shell bracelets.

I had one of these
when I was Zoe's age.

My first boyfriend
gave it to me.

Right before he broke up with me

because I wouldn't
French kiss him.

Enough foolishness.

Well, we really don't
have time for this.

Oh yes, you do.
Everyone has time for

the Museum of the City
of San Francisco Toys!

Oh, please, you're
gonna love it!

- You're gonna love it!
- All right.

Be strong.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

Ooh, help me!

You've got to try this.

It's fantastic.

Oh no, it's fun.

Fine.

It's wild.

I'd like to see.

Ah, I think you're
gonna hit passionate.

Wild?

Yeah, Alice, I'm just
gonna grab a quick bite.

No, no, everything's fine.

Breaking in my new nanny

is taking me a little
longer than expected.

I'll be five minutes.

I am delighted to pay.

You know, I haven't
taken a day off like this

in too many years.

You've actually got
me to break my routine

and just enjoy a simple
glass of wine with lunch.

And un repas sans vin et
comme au journée sans soleil.

A meal without wine is
like a day without sunshine.

And a sight this spectacular
commands nothing less.

I live in such a beautiful city,

and I never take the
time to enjoy it.

Thank you for slowing me
down for a bit, Flynn.

It is I who thanks you, my lady.

For your kindness
and your trust.

To my sweet daughter then.

Mistress Zoe?

I could tell from
the start that...

she... cares for you.

And you for her.

So yes, to Mistress Zoe.

Yes.

Though I don't see how
anybody in their right mind

goes from Oxford to nanny.

I suppose, um,

I've made it a point to never
question the why in my life

but rather live in the moment.

So leaving the
monarchy, it's just...

Your latest adventure.

In a manner of speaking.

Pardon my impudence,

but I can't help noticing
you still wear your ring.

Forgive my asking such
a personal question.

I don't...

No, no, it's okay.

It's... um...

It's that... it's that
Matt put it on me.

And I can't imagine
taking it off.

I know I'm such a cliché.

The widow who never
stops mourning.

Never...

Never really moves on.

Zoe wants me to, and
Ruthie, and Stanley,

even I want me to, but...

I'm just stuck, I guess.

I don't know why I'm
telling you all this.

It's quite all right.
It's quite all right.

It's kind of
embarrassing, actually.

So, tell me.

Are you okay? Did things
go okay with Mom?

I suppose you could say
things went swimmingly.

No pun intended.

So will we be waiting
for your handsome chum

to retrieve his bike?

Where'd you get that idea?

Let's go.

Oh, pity.

I myself was rather hoping
to speak with him again.

Young Sam.

About what?

Well, you know, his
preference in bicycles,

where he has his hair cut.

You.

Now don't play coy
with me, young Miss.

I know you're keen on the lad.

So what if I am?

Every girl in seventh
grade likes him.

Ah hah, so that tart,
Kate, fancies him?

Zoe, with you in the game,

no other young Miss
stands a chance.

Especially one so unpleasant.

Are you nuts?

Go up against her?

Mistress, if I have
learned anything

from the total lack of courage

I too often display in my books,

it's that if one is unwilling

to put it all on
the line for love,

what good is the winning?

But what if Sam doesn't
like me that way?

The way I like him?

I so want him to
be my Valentine.

Then into the breach
you must go, Zoe.

Heart wide open, ready to
take your bumps and bruises,

no foe keeping you
from your prize.

Sure, Flynn.

Flowery words sound great
coming from some Frog Prince.

But I'm just an
11-year-old girl.

I didn't grow up in some castle.

I don't have subjects
calling me 'Your Majesty'.

Mother says I owe
it to her subjects

to always look majestic.

After all we are
going to be majesties.

Stanley, it's sweet
of you to worry,

but you're barking
up the wrong tree.

Well, I've called around, Gwen.

Even Scotland Yard
and the princes

have had a Margaret and a Mary,

and even a Hermione as nannies.

Okay, so the royal family

has gone through
a lot of nannies.

They're all women, Gwen.

Not a man amongst them.

And no Flynn.

And as far as these credentials,

a smart kid with a computer

could print that
up in an afternoon.

I think Flynn is
a very nice man.

Zoe likes him.

I like him.

And I know if you met him,
you would like him, too.

I might,

but I'm gonna keep poking
around just to make sure.

Listen, I didn't say I
was gonna take him downtown

for questioning, Gwen, geez.

All right, but I expect an
apology when you find out

how wonderful he is.

Huh. Zoe actually
finished her homework.

Prepare thyself, big brother.

Thou art no brother.

Vile thief who steals
my beauty, my love!

Ha! It is my heart
she desires.

What is that I hear?

Could it be my rescuer

coming to save me
from his castle keep?

Verily, it is I, your Prince!

Do not be fooled!

For he loves none
as he loves himself,

and will only
bring you heartache

when he returns to the
bog and froggy hood.

What?

He gets turned
into a frog again.

Oh.

For green, green, ye shall be.

Never to kiss the lips of she.

Nay. Nay, the cure
is mine alone to give.

And I offer my kiss
so that he may live.

Then away I fly
to my lady's side.

Whoosh.

That's not how the story goes.

Rewrite.

- I'm very critical, so...
- You?

It's a big compliment.

You think I'm critical?

No, no, no, not at all.

- Not at all?
- No.

- Not a bit?
- Nope.

I think it's a good thing.

I think so, too.

I'm specific, and you know what,

I know what I like.

Oh, oh, um...

You've got soap on your nose.

I know I must.

Hold on one second.

Oh, you've actually
got it here, too.

Thanks.

It's actually quite a good look.

What do you think?

- I like it.
- I think it's quite good.

Yeah, I like it.

Looks good on you.

You look good in my apron.

Thank you.

I think we found her
someone special, Daddy.

Just in time for
Valentine's Day.

Mm, if it's not strawberry,
what's the point?

Here, tell me
that's not the best.

Hm, while it's yummy,

my preference remains
the chocolate cherry.

Give me.

Mm, you're both wrong.

Double bubble
espresso extra dark

is the only way to go.

I'm a tea man myself,

but I must admit,
that's dangerously good.

No. No.

She was traumatized
by that. Sorry about that.

Allow me, my ladies.

Hey, hey, hey!

Isn't that puddle a coat?

Oh, umph!

I can't believe you
spent all your money

on ice cream and
the penny arcade.

A gentleman should not accept...

Great, just spare me the
Sir Walter Raleigh routine.

Okay now, it will be your money.

No, I'm serious.

You can't keep wearing
the same suit day after day

hoping the air line
find your bags.

This is far too generous.

Just consider the extra a bonus

for your first week
of excellent services.

You know, I think I
like the jeans better.

Turn around again.

Yeah, definitely the jeans.

Mom, mom, there are so many
cute clothes to choose from.

I can see that.

That's only half of the
ones I want to show you.

Come on, help me pick.

Something pretty caught
her fancy.

More like something pretty

to catch some lucky boy's fancy.

Well, I was just like
your daughter at that age.

Boys and clothes.

Oh, we're not to...

I'll be right back.

Mother, must you be so annoying?

You're really
trying my patience.

I shan't tolerate
such tardiness.

Especially when I'm
going to be Your Majesty.

If you insist on throwing
away your future...

I'm not throwing away my future.

I'm surrendering to it.

Thank you.

Thank you, you...

And the ring.

And the ring.

Why, if it isn't the
lovely Miss Hilary!

Ha! Fancy bumping into you.

And here of all places.

Come on. What
a lovely surprise!

I'm so thrilled.

Cash or charge?

Cripes!

Dearest Mistress Zoe,

I address this to you
and not your dear Mum,

as it is you I
primarily deceived.

As you will unfortunately
soon discover,

I was not whom or what

we, for a time,
imagined me to be.

All I will say in my defense
is that I had amnesia

and was truly without my memory

when you came upon me.

The result of severe punishments

served by a pair of brutes.

For demonstrating has always
been my true selfish character,

and thus, justly deserved.

I never meant to take
advantage of you or Lady Gwen

and hope that you can
someday find it in your hearts

to believe this and forgive me.

Good morning!

Flynn?

Flynn?

Good morning.

No breakfast?

Ouch.

Somebody didn't
sleep last night.

Bad dreams?

I know you prefer tea,

but what you need is a
good, strong cup of coffee.

And my egg scramble
to go with it,

and I do mean egg scramble
and not scrambled eggs.

Big difference.

Lady Gwendolyn, there's
something that I must tell you.

I used to make this
for Zoe all the time.

She loves the little
veggies I put in,

but after 12 hours on my
feet in a hot kitchen...

Tie my bow, will you, Flynn?

I've got to look my
best for the party.

Into the breach?

Heart wide open?

No, just giving Sam a card.

That he's gonna love.

I know it.

I gotta make it right now.

Egg scramble?

No way, Mom.

This is gonna be
the best day ever.

What was it you
wanted to say to me?

Nothing, my lady.

Nothing.

Okay, put your
cards in the cubbies!

No passing them out now.

We'll get to them after lunch.

Whoo!

Okay, go!

Go get your valentines!

Oh, Sam, I
bought these just for you.

Zoe?

Hi, Zoe.

Mistress, what's the matter?

Zoe.

Zoe!

Mistress?

You asked me, commanded me
to let you be, but I cannot.

If you don't let
me try and help...

Why can't you
just leave me alone?

Because I am your friend.

Some friend.

Look at what all
your stupid talk

about taking a chance
on love got me.

Go on, look!

Oh, Zoe, I'm so
deeply sorry that

my interference
brought you pain.

You know I would gladly
suffer an eternity

to undo the hurt
I've caused you.

But you must know this.

You are a smart,
beautiful young lady.

And any lad who does not
recognize this and cherish you,

well, he's both
blind and a fool.

To treat the expression
of your gentle heart

in such a manner reflects
only on his character,

and I would, I would defend
your honor with my life.

Come here.

Come here, come here.

Not her best day ever, huh?

It's enough to
break one's heart.

I know just how to fix that.

Oh, Mistress Zoe,
look what I found.

To Zoe.

"There was once a girl I knew

who wished the moon was blue.

I needed her help,
as covered in kelp

I was quite the hullabaloo.

Happy Valentine's Day.

From Flynn".

And one for my lady.

"To Gwen,

you need to laugh every day.

Check.

You need to take time for you.

Check.

You need to speak
French more often.

Check.

Won't you be my valentine?

Would you please put check?

Goodnight.

You loathsome coward, you.

Do you always talk to yourself?

I suppose I do, yes.

A bit of a habit.

Flynn, it's clean.

Even Mrs. Polanski
would approve.

Would you give it a rest?

I wanted to tell
you this earlier,

but Zoe was so upset.

And I kind of needed
the time to think about

what you did and said to her.

It is I who must
talk to you about...

Please, please, just listen.

It's been a long time since
I've had someone in my life

I could really count on.

Someone who loves
Zoe as much as I do.

And hearing you pledge
your strength and commitment

to my child,

and the respect
you have for her,

it's more than I could
want in any father.

From any man.

I know we've just met,

and I know this is very

inappropriate and forward,

but...

I feel something between us.

Something good and special

that I know you feel, too.

I cannot find the words, though.

The words that will allow me

to spend the rest
of my life here

exactly as it is right now.

Who says you can't?

Fate.

Fate is what we make it.

Gwen?

Gwen, it's Stanley.

Stanley?

What's going on?

So, this is where we find you.

Flynn, do you know these people?

There is no Flynn.

This is our son, Percival.

The Marquis of Summerland.

I so wanted... I
tried to tell you.

There's no need for histrionics.

I'm not hysterical.

Oh, of course you are.

And to what end?

You know your place.

What's expected of you.

And that is that.

Percy, we are finished here.

Thanks for trying.

I mean tonight.

You pick tonight of all
nights to abandon me?

I don't know what
to do, Wilkins.

You can't just
leave me like this.

I must, dear boy.

For life awaits.

Are you aware that if you
drop a frog into boiling water

it will hop right out?

None the worse for wear.

However, if you drop
the very same frog

into cool water and then
gradually increase the temperature,

it will not perceive
the danger it is in

until it's too late.

And the poor fool
will boil to death.

Now, I will set about
seeing forthwith

that I do not meet such a fate.

And I heartedly suggest
that you do the same.

I'll miss you, Wilkins.

Naturally, you
will write weekly.

As you told me.

In longhand, cursive
and to the point.

Great, I just need
a couple of hours.

I'll call when I'm
on my way in, Alice.

Ruthie, I'm done.

All talked out.

Okay, love you, goodbye.

I made oatmeal.

Mom, I told you I'm not hungry.

I made oatmeal.

I've been thinking a lot.

I spoke with Mrs. Bieker.

She's going to sit
with you here today.

Sure, whatever. It's just
that I get it now.

He wasn't a prince.

Well, he was sort of,
but not that prince.

Uh-huh.

Uncle Stanley said
Flynn was mugged.

That he must have had amnesia.

But you saw his face
when they caught him.

He was a frog.

Fraud. A fraud.

But he knew who he really was.

He knew he was busted.

That's what I saw in his face.

Forget him.

But Flynn was
part of our family.

Flynn was only make believe.

Nothing about him was real.

Then why did he
stay here so long?

Why did he care
so much about us?

Haven't you even wondered?

Okay, sweetie, I'm just
gonna, I'm gonna lay down

and I'm gonna rest
my eyes, okay?

I'm sorry, Mommy.

I'm sorry, too, sweetie.

Oh, Zoe, I'm so sorry
your Mr. Flynn

turned out to be a lousy rat.

I thought he was an amphibian.

Oh, whatever he
was, don't worry.

If he so much as dares to
show his face around here,

keeech, lights out, Casanova.

Zoe, I didn't rip up your card.

It was Kate.

She even admitted it.

Would you wait?
I'm trying to explain!

I brought you your valentine.

You're kidding me, right?

I've been standing
around here all morning.

Sam, this really
isn't the time, okay?

I just don't want to hear...

Zoe.

You came back!
You came back!

Oh! Will you ever
forgive me, child?

Oh, how I pray that you do.

It's not me you
have to worry about.

She's home, then?

With a splitting headache,
a little mood to go with it.

Well then to her side I must go.

That's not going
to be very easy.

Mrs. B's staked out in
the lobby playing watchman.

Uncle Stanley has already
been by twice this morning,

so even if you could get in...

Not could. Must.

Or give my life in the try.

I could help you.

That is, if you're
willing to let me,

and if you're brave
enough to try.

Brave, how?

Is there a problem?

Ugh.

Here, this should help.

Ahhh!

What did you eat
for breakfast today?

Into the breach,
heart wide open.

For luck.

Luck.

Luck, yeah.

Yes.

I so badly need it.

Oh, God!

Steady, sir.

A bit close for my comfort
given your vertigo.

All right.

Okay.

Oh!

Oh!

No, fear not!

Your lady waits.

Come on, Percy!

Umph!

Zounds.

You!

What are you doing
here in my apartment?

Don't make me get my purse!

Zoe, I'm trying
to get some rest, sweetie!

The door is open!
Just let yourself in!

Gwendolyn!

I'll call the police!

Let them come.

I fear no justice for
the wrongs I've done

during our brief time
and budding courtship.

Our what?

Our courtship?

How full of yourself are you?

Too full and for far too long.

I've spent my entire adult
life shirking responsibility.

Caring only for my own
comfort and my ease.

And never, until
now, felt regret.

Well, you can just regret
yourself right out of here.

Verily, I'll away,
but not before

you hear what I
carry in my heart.

Okay, will you stop with
the Shakespeare already?

Just spit it out, Percy.

Percy is no more.

And Flynn, he has fallen madly,

wildly and deeply
in love with you.

Really?

Does your fiancee know?

I have no fiancee.

Oh, so she wised up, too.

- Good for her.
- Indeed.

And smart enough to know

that for any marriage
to truly blossom

it must take root in true love.

True love? Like in
fairy tale land

where people fall
topsy-turvy in love

with peppermint tomorrows.

From what Zoe told me,

you are the very woman
who went to collect a tip

only to find a note reading,

"The best tip I can give
you is to marry me".

Love becomes no sweeter.

Matthew was a real prince.

- You're...
- An impostor?

Guilty as charged.

But can you honestly tell
me after all that's happened,

all that's been said, that
you're not pretending?

That maybe, just maybe,

I'm the man, not the prince,

not the king that
you've been dreaming of.

A man with his heart wide open,

who is committed
and determined to be

worthy of a love
that only comes along

once in a blue moon.

To be worthy
of you... forever.

Would you kiss her already?

And so it came to pass

that City by the
Bay fell in love

with her own little Lily Pad.

Named for my baby sister, Lily.

While the princess who
made it all happen,

moi, is doing okay, too.

But seeing my guy is,

well, you know how boys are.

I can't be sure if he's
going to be a prince

or just a charming toad
giving flavor to my life.

Want some gum?

Strawberry?

Sweet.

And they all
lived happily ever after.

Well, mostly happily ever after,

which is about all you can
really expect out of life.