Entering Camp Walden - The Parent Trap Official Clip

Okay, I can do it. Okay. No, I can't. You must be new. How can you tell? You didn't know how to grab your duffel before the ages tossed it into the heat. I would say you need some serious help. Thanks. It's the big yellow one. Whoa. Now that's my kind of woman. Yo, tie-dye girl! Could you give me a hand with my duffel? It's the yellow one buried way in there. Sure. Oh, that? No problem. Hey, you're from California? Do you like to live in Hollywood? Do you like to live next door to a movie star? What are you two, Lucy and Ethel? I've never even been to Hollywood. I live in Napa. That's northern California. And I live next door to a vineyard. A what yard? A vineyard. It's where you grow grapes to make wine. That's what we do. Me and my dad, we own a vineyard. Parker, Helen, Liam! Yes! Come on, you guys. So, uh, either of you by any chance know how to play poker? Nah, never played it before. No? Gee, what a shame. So, uh, how much cash did you guys bring with you this summer? A lot. Whoa. Who is in there? Okay, wrap-a-hugs, come on, let's go. Well, here we are. Camp Walden for girls. We travelled all the way from London for this? Uh, it's rather picturesque, don't you think? Uh, exactly the, uh, term I think I would have used. Right, shall we review your mother's list? Mm-hmm. Now, let's see. Vitamins? Check. Minerals? Check. List of daily fruits and vegetables? Check, check. Check for fruits, check for vegetables. Go on. Sunblock? Check. Lip balm? Insect repellent? Stationery? Stamps? Photographs of your mother, grandfather, and, of course, your trusty butler, me. Was it all, I think? Oh, and, um, here's a little something from your grandfather. A spanking new deck of cards. Maybe you'll actually find somebody on this continent who can whip your tush at poker. Well, I doubt it, but thanks, and thanks for bringing me here, Martin. Now, you remember, if you change your mind and want me to come here and collect you at the end of camp, I'm only a phone call away. Thanks, but I'll be fine. Really? See you in eight weeks, Marty old pal. Missing you already, queen of my heart.