Roman Holiday (1/10) Movie CLIP - Take a Holiday (1953) HD


 
JOE. Why don't you take a little time for yourself?

ANN [shaking her head, unsure] It may be another hour.

JOE [enthusiastically] Live dangerously: take the whole day!

ANN. I could do some of the things I've always wanted to.

JOE. Like what?

ANN. Oh, you can't imagine... I'd, I'd like to do just whatever

I'd like, the whole day long! [She laughs].

JOE. You mean, things like having your hair cut? Eating gelato?

ANN. Yes, and I'd, [looking down to the street] I'd like to sit

at a sidewalk cafe; and look in shop windows; walk in the rain!

[Joe looks at the blue sky doubtfully] Have fun, and maybe some

excitement. It doesn't seem much to you, does it?

JOE. It's great. Tell you what: why don't we do all those things-

together.

ANN. But don't you have to work?

JOE. Work? [Standing up] No! Today's gonna be a holiday.

ANN [playfully] But you'll want to do a lot of silly things.

JOE [taking her hand] Don't I? First wish: one sidewalk cafe,

coming right up


Roman Holiday (2/10) Movie CLIP - The Mouth of Truth (1953) HD




JOE. The Mouth of Truth. [He stands on one side, Ann the other.

Irving watches from behind, taking out another cigarette] The

legend is that if you're given to lying, you put you're hand in

there [points to the mouth] it'll be bitten off.

ANN. Ooh, what a horrid idea.

JOE. Let's see you do it.  She looks up worried, but seeing Joe

looking at her feels a resolve and, tentatively, she puts her

hand towards the mouth. Irving, "lighting" his cigarette, looks

on. Ann moves her hand, closer and closer but, losing her nerve

at the last minute with a giggle, she pulls it back.

ANN. Let's see you do it.

JOE [he looks worried for a moment, then finds his nerve] Sure. 

Joe takes a step forward, moving his hand onto the lip of the

mouth. Ann, unblinking, leans foward from the tension. Joe slides

his fingers into the mouth and then his hand up to the wrist.

Suddenly he gives out a loud cry, pulling back, as if the mouth

has hold of his hand and won't let go. Ann screams and rushes to

his side, pulling at him from behind. Joe takes out his hand,

apparently severed at the wrist and Ann screams in fright,

putting her hands over her face. Smiling, he lets his hand spring

open, out of his sleeve.

ANN [laughing, as Joe takes her in his arms as she throws herself

toward him, playfully beating her fists at him] You beast! it was

perfectly alright! You've never hurt your hand!

JOE [letting her go] I'm sorry, it was just a joke! Alright?

ANN [laughing still] You've never hurt your hand.

JOE [calming her] I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Ok?

ANN [regaining her composure] Yes.

JOE. Alright, let's go. [They turn to leave and he cries out,

jumping away from the Mouth] Look out!  Ann screams, running out

of the building. Joe follows her, laughing, followed by Irving. 

Later on, Irving pulls up on a quiet street.


Roman Holiday (3/10) Movie CLIP - Cherished Memory (1953) HD



CORRESPONDENT. And what, in the opinion of Your Highness, is the

outlook for Friendship Among Nations?

ANN. I have every faith in it-[pausing; turning to look at Joe]

as I have faith in relations between people [the people on the

stage around her look about, slightly baffled; the press

gathering stirs slightly].

JOE. May I say (speaking from my own press service) we believe

that Your Highness's faith will not be unjustified.

ANN [looking at Joe; smiling very slightly to him] I am so glad

to hear you say it.

CORRESPONDENT. Which of the cities visited did Your Highness

enjoy the most?  Ann pauses as she looks at Joe.

GENERAL [quietly, prompting her] Each in its own way...

ANN. Each in its own way was...unforgettable. It would be

difficult to-[she stops, then her face softens]. Rome; by all

means, Rome. [The press stirs, muttering to themselves quietly.

She turns to look at Joe] I will cherish my visit here, in

memory, as long as I live.



Roman Holiday (4/10) Movie CLIP - I Don't Know How to Say Goodbye (1953) HD


 
ANN [keeping back the tears] I don't know how to say goodbye. I

can't think of any words.

JOE. Don't try.  They look at each other and she throws her self

into his arms, holding her tight. They kiss, passionately, then

hold each other for a few more moments and Ann cries against his

shoulder. They release, enough for her to turn around to look

back down the street, then she looks at back him. They manage a

smile at each other and then Ann looks down, unable to stay the

inevitable. Turning away from him, she opens the door and gets

out. Without looking back she starts off down the street, her

walk turning into a run. Joe watches her as she disappears round

the corner. Joe looks out at the empty street toward the gate and

looking as if he might go after her but, after a pause he looks

away, glumly, then switches on the engine and drives off.  
 


Roman Holiday (5/10) Movie CLIP - The Morning After (1953) HD



ANN [she starts; in a low, worried tone] Where's Doctor

Bonnachoven?

JOE [unbothered] Er, I'm afraid I don't know anybody by that
name.

ANN [puzzled] Wasn't I talking to him just now?

JOE. 'Fraid not.

ANN [suddenly frightened; feeling herself beneath the sheets]

Have- have I had an accident?

JOE. No.

ANN [reassured] Quite safe for me to sit up, huh?

JOE. Yeah, [bending down to her] perfect [he lifts her pillow

back and helps her sit up, leaning against it. She looks at him

all the while, not fully trusting of him].  Joe leans against the

cupboard at the foot of the bed.

ANN. Thank you [he smiles back. She looks down at her pyjamas

then to Joe] Are these yours?  He nods. Ann, suddenly panicked,

feels under the sheets for her pyjama bottoms.

JOE. Er, did- did you lose something?

ANN [smiling, relieved] No. No. [Politely, suppressing her

anxiety] W-would you be so kind as tell me w-where I am?

JOE. Well, this is what is laughingly known as my apartment.

ANN [concerned; rising suddenly] Did you bring me here by force?

JOE. No, no, no... [smiling] quite the contrary.

ANN. Have I been here all night...alone?

JOE [smiling] If you don't count me, yes.

ANN [seriously] So I've spent the night here-with you.

JOE [hurrying to reassure her] Oh, well, now, I- I don't know if

I'd use those words exactly, but er, from a certain angle, yes. 

Ann looks down, thinking. After a moment, reassured that

everything is alright afterall, laughs.

ANN [presenting her hand] How do you do?

JOE [shaking her hand] How do you do?

ANN. And you are?

JOE. Bradley, Joe Bradley.
 
ANN. Delighted.

JOE. You don't know how delighted I am to meet you.



Roman Holiday (6/10) Movie CLIP - Princess Ann's Breakdown (1953) HD
 

 
 COUNTESS. Precisely. Eleven forty-five, back here to rest. No,

that's wrong... eleven forty-five, conference here with the

press.

ANN. 'Sweetness and decency' [she rolls her eyes].

COUNTESS. One o'clock sharp, lunch with the Foreign Ministry. You

will wear your white lace and carry a small bouquet of (& ANN)

very small pink roses. [The Countess looks up, unimpressed.

Continuing, as Ann drinks her milk from a glass] Three-o five,

presentation of a plaque. (ANN [to an imagined guest] Thank you.)

Four-ten, review special guard of * Police. (ANN. No, thank you.)

Four forty-five (ANN. How do you do?) back here to change (ANN

[becoming distressed] Charmed.) to your uniform (ANN. So happy.)

to meet the international-.

ANN [screaming at the Countess] STOP!!! [Looking away, her hair

covering her face] Please stop! stop...!

COUNTESS [retrieving the tray] It's alright, dear, it didn't

spill [she places the tray on the table].

ANN. I don't care if it's spilled or not. I don't care if I

[throws her head into the pillow] drown in it!

COUNTESS [putting her hands on her shoulders to comfort her] My

dear, you're ill. I'll send for Doctor Bonnachoven.

ANN [turning over, facing the opposite way] I don't want Doctor

Bonnachoven; please let me die in peace!

COUNTESS. You're not dying.

ANN [facing the Countess] Leave me. [Sitting up, shouting at her]

Leave me!

COUNTESS. It's nerves; control yourself Ann.

ANN [throwing herself on the pillow, beating it with her fist] I

don't want to!

COUNTESS [standing up straight, speaking with authority] Your

Highness [Ann continues blubbing]. I'll get Doctor Bonnachoven

[she heads for the door].

ANN [looking up as she leaves] It's no use; I'll be dead before

he gets here [she gives a defiant blub].



Roman Holiday (7/10) Movie CLIP - Alone With a Man (1953) HD


 
 
ANN [poetically] Can I have a silk nightgown with rosebuds on it?

JOE [walking over to Ann, presenting her with some pyjamas] I'm

afraid you'll have to rough it tonight-in these.

ANN [with delight, taking them] Pyjamas!

JOE. Sorry, honey, but I haven't worn a nightgown in years. [He

goes over to open another cupboard by the lamp].

ANN. Will you help me get undressed, please? [she stands ready,

head raised expectantly].

JOE [pauses, unsure, then goes to her] Er...ok. [He undoes her

necktie, sliding it away fom her neck; presenting it to her] Er,

there you are; you can handle the rest. [She looks at it,

blankly, then takes it].  Joe walks over to the table by the

front door, pouring a drink into a glass from a bottle, and

swallowing it.

ANN [just putting down her last glove] May I have some?

JOE [firmly] No. [Puts his glass down, going over to her] Now

look-.

ANN [shaking her head] This is very unusual. [Unbuttoning her

cuffs, then the bottom button of her blouse] I've never been

alone with a man before, even with my dress on. [Pulling up her

blouse out of her skirt] With my dress off it's most unusual.

[With a half-laugh] Hm, I don't seem to mind. [Smiling at him as

she starts to open the remaining buttons] Do you?

JOE. I think I'll go out for a cup of coffee.

ANN [amused] Hm.

JOE [pulling out a pillow from the bed] You'd better get to

sleep. [She starts to sink onto the bed (ANN. Hm?); he catches

her] Oh, no, no; [pointing to the ottoman at the side, leading

her over] on this one.

ANN [still working on her buttons] How terribly nice.

JOE. Hey, hey: [bringing the pyjamas from the bed, presenting

them to her] these are pyjamas; they're to sleep in; you're to

climb into them, you understand?

ANN [taking them] Thank you.

JOE. And you do your sleeping on the couch, see?-not on the bed,

not on the chair: on the couch; is that clear?

ANN. Do you know my favorite poem?

JOE. Ah, you already recited that for me. [He goes to get some

blankets from the bed].

ANN [as he lays them out on the ottoman] I refuse a* rose from a

couch of snows in the Aquasaromian* Mountains. Keats.

JOE. Shelley.

ANN. Keats!

JOE. If you just keep your mind off the poetry and on the

pyjamas, everything'll be alright; see?

ANN. It's Keats.

JOE. I'll be- it's Shelley. I'll be back in about ten minutes.

 Roman Holiday (8/10) Movie CLIP - Short Haircut (1953) HD



 
MARIO DELANI. You musician, maybe? You artist, aha? Painter...? I

know: you model! [She smiles, flattered] Model, hah?

ANN. Thank you.

MARIO DELANI [says some Italian] Finito. It's perfect.

ANN. Oh.

MARIO DELANI [as the hairdresser turns her round from side to

side, looking in the mirror] Y-y-you be nice without long hair.

Now, it's cool, hmm? Cool?

ANN [turning her head to the side, playing with the ends] Yes,

it's, it's just what I wanted.

MARIO DELANI. Grazzi. [As she looks in the mirror] Now, why you

not come dancing tonight with me? You should see, it's so nice:

it's on a boat on the Tib閞ine, Tiber-the river by Saint Angelo-

[dramatically] moonlight, music, romantico! It's very,

very...[his English vocab runs out] very. Please, you come?

ANN. I wish I could.

MARIO DELANI [disappointed] Oh. [As Ann gets up, taking out her

money] But, but, your friend: I think they not recognise you.

ANN. No, I don't think they will! [She gives him the money].



Roman Holiday (9/10) Movie CLIP - Vespa Ride (1953) HD
 



Roman Holiday (10/10) Movie CLIP - Where's the Story? (1953) HD



 
HENNESSY. The Princess story, the exclusive: did you get it?

JOE. No, no, I didn't get it [he turns away].

HENNESSY. What? But that's impossible!

JOE. Have a cup of coffee or something?

HENNESSY [waving his finger at him] Joe, you can't hold out on

me.

JOE. Who's holding out on you?

HENNESSY. You are.

JOE [absently, pretending to busy himself with something on the

desk] What are you talking about?

HENNESSY. I know too much: First you come into my office and ask

about an exclusive on the Princess; next, you disappear; then I

get the rumour from my contact at the Embassy that the Princess

isn't sick at all and she's out on the town.

JOE. What kind of a newspaper man are you? You believe every two-

bit rumour that comes your way?

HENNESSY. Yeah? And a lot of other rumours: about a shindig at a

barge down by the river [Joe looks up, his eyes brightening at

the recollection] and the arrest of eight Secret Service men from

a country which shall be nameless. And then comes of news of the

lady's miraculous recovery. It all adds up! And don't think by

playing hard-to-get that you're raised the price of that story: a

deal's a deal! [Pushing him out of the way, rummaging through the

papers on his desk] Now, come on, come on, come on: where is that

story?

JOE. I have no story [he pushes past him, walking to the table

with the wine on]

HENNESSY [as Joe pours a drink] Then what was the idea of-.

IRVING [loudly, approaching from outside] Joe! [He bursts in,

carrying a large envelope] Man, wait till you see these!

JOE. Irving.

IRVING [walking to Mr. Hennessy, holding out the packet] Hiya,

Mr. Henne- oh, you got here at the right time. (JOE. Irving.)

Wait till you get a look at-[Joe discreetly throws his drink, all

over Irving]. What's the idea?!

JOE. What do you mean, charging in and spilling things all over

my place.

IRVING. Who's spilling?

JOE. You did-I spoke to you about that once before, don't you

remember?

IRVING. Joe, look at my pants!

JOE [pulling him by the arm to the bathroom] Yeah, you better

come in here and dry 'em off, Irving.

IRVING [protesting, pulling away from him] Aww, knackers to that.

[Smiling] Hey, did you tell him about Smithy?

JOE. Irving.

HENNESSY. Smithy?

IRVING. Oh ho! Mr. Hennessy (JOE. Irving.), wait till you-[Joe

trips him as he walks to Mr. Hennessy].

JOE. There you go again, Irving.

IRVING [getting up, steaming] Joe. Listen, th-.

JOE. Hey, alright, save that till later; you're here early

anyway. Why don't you go home and shave!

IRVING [putting a hand on his beard] Shave?

JOE. Yeah, or else keep quiet till Mr. Hennessy and I are

finished talking.

HENNESSY [walking over, putting his hat on] Hey, what kind of a

routine is that? What are you guys up to? [Hands on hips] Who's

Smithy?

JOE [quickly] Oh, he's a guy that we met; you wouldn't care for

him.

HENNESSY [grabbing the envelope from Irving] What am I supposed

to look at?

JOE [quickly, grabbing the envelope back] Oh, just a couple of

Irving's dames; you, you wouldn't like 'em. [Smiling; opening the

envelope] Er, maybe you would...

HENNESSY [stopping him] Don't change the subject! When you came

back into my office, yesterday-.

JOE. Yeah, I know, yesterday at noon I thought I had a lead, but

I was wrong! That's all there is to it; there is no story [Irving

looks at him, perplexed].