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MARIE: There was a time,
not very long ago,
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-Hello, darling.
-MARIE: We were celebrating...
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MARIE: But we would never
be together in Paris.
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MARIE: Consumed by his hatred
for Nicholas and his family,
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MARIE: From that moment on,
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SOLDIER: Comrades, in here!
Where are they, boy?
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MARIE: So many lives
were destroyed that night.
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PHLEGMENKOFF: I got you
a job in the fish factory.
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-Go left... Are you listening?
-ANASTASIA: Bye! Bye, everybody!
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-Nice, nice. Very nice.
-WOMAN: And I look like princess.
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-DIMITRI: A dog.
-Are you Dimitri?
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-DIMITRI AND VLAD: Mm-hmm.
-(WHIMPERS)
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-ANASTASIA: Dimitri!
-Ha!
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DIMITRI: May I present her royal
highness, the grand duchess Anastasia.
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ANASTASIA:
Pooka, we are going to Paris.
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DIMITRI: Uh, the dog stays.
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ANASTASIA: What are you talking
about? The dog goes.
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DIMITRI: No, the dog does not go.
ANASTASIA: I say he's going.
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-DIMITRI: I'm allergic to dogs.
-Anastasia?
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DIMITRI: Just leave the dog.
ANASTASIA: I am not leaving the dog.
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-And that's her!
VLAD: We've got a train to catch.
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-MAN: Papers!
-Oh. Pardon. Pardon.
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-DIMITRI: What was that?
-I don't know,
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DIMITRI: I hate trains. Remind me
never to get on the train again.
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ANASTASIA:
Are we gonna walk to Paris?
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DIMITRI: We'll take a boat in Germany.
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ANASTASIA: Oh! Then we're
walking to Germany.
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DIMITRI: No, your grace.
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-We're taking a bus.
-ANASTASIA: A bus.
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-(VLAD HUMMING)
-ANASTASIA: That's nice.
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VLAD: Sophie, my dear!
Vlady's on his way!
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VLAD AND DIMITRI:
Anya you're a dream come true
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BARTOK: But that means going topside.
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BARTOK: Whoa!
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WOMAN: Mm.
Ah, yes. I remember so well.
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DIMITRI: Where is uncle Boris from?
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ANASTASIA: What if Sophie
doesn't recognize me?
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DIMITRI: She will. You're Anastasia.
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ANASTASIA: It's just that...
DIMITRI: What?
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ANASTASIA: Well, three days ago
I didn't have any past at all,
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DIMITRI: That's why you got me.
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ANASTASIA: Moscow?
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VLAD: May I present
her imperial highness,
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-Where were you born?
-ANASTASIA: At the Peterhoff Palace.
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SOPHIE: Correct. And how does
Anastasia like her tea?
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ANASTASIA: I don't like tea.
Just hot water and lemon.
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SOPHIE: Good.
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SOPHIE: Finally, you'll most likely
find this... an impertinent question,
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VLAD: So, is she a Romanov?
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ANASTASIA: Tell me what?
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RASPUTIN: Bartok! Get me a comb.
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BARTOK: That might take
some work, sir.
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WOMAN: You're next.
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-RASPUTIN: Anastasia.
-(GASPS)
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-ANASTASIA: Oh, no, stop it!
-You're on your own, sir.
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-(YELLS)
-RASPUTIN: You'll get a kick out of this.
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ANASTASIA: Right!
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ANASTASIA: Dear Grandmama,
wish me luck.
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