10 Things I Hate About You

Walter Stratford: My insurance does not cover PMS! Bianca Stratford: Has the fact that you're completely psycho managed to escape your attention? Walter Stratford: Hello, Katarina. Make anybody cry today? Kat Stratford: Sadly, no. But it's only 4:30. Cameron: I burn, I pine, I perish. Michael: Of course you do. Joey Donner: Mr. Morgan, is there any way we can get Kat to take her Midol *before* she comes to class? Michael: Sweet love, renew thy force. Patrick Verona: Don't say shit like that to me. People can hear you. Chastity: I know you can be underwhelmed, and you can be overwhelmed, but can you ever just be, like, whelmed? Bianca: I think you can in Europe. Bianca: Are you asking me out? That's so cute. What's your name again? Walter: I'm down, I've got the 411, and you are not going out and getting jiggy with some boy, I don't care how dope his ride is. My mama didn't rasie no foo'! Bianca: You don't buy black underwear unless you want somebody to see it. Kat Stratford: Hemingway was an abusive white-male alcoholic who hung around with Picasso hoping to nail his leftovers. Kat: You're not as vile as I thought you were. Patrick Verona: Why is everyone so hot for this girl? Has she got beer-flavored nipples? Bianca: There's a difference between like and love. I mean I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack. Chastity: But I love my Skechers. Bianca: That's because you don't have a Prada backpack. Kat: Remove head from sphincter, then drive! Kat: I hate the way you talk to me, / And the way you cut your hair. / I hate the way you drive my car. / I hate it when you stare. Michael: I have a dick on my face, don't I? Michael: The shit hath hitith the fan... ith. Father: Kissing is not what keeps me up to my elbows every day in placenta. Cameron: I learned French for you! Kat Stratford: I hate the way you talk to me / And the way you cut your hair. / I hate the way you drive my car. / I hate it when you stare. / I hate your big dumb combat boots / And the way you read my mind. / I hate you so much it makes me sick -- / It even makes me rhyme. / I hate the way you're always right. / I hate it when you lie. / I hate it when you make me laugh -- / Even worse when you make me cry. / I hate it that you're not around / And the fact that you didn't call. / But mostly I hate the way / I don't hate you -- / Not even close, not even a little bit, not any at all. Kat: I still maintain he kicked himself in the balls. Mr. Stratford: Where is she going? Kat: She's meeting bikers. Big ones. Full of sperm. Mr. Stratford: Funny. Mr. Stratford: Where do you think you're going? Bianca Stratford: Well, if you must know... a small study group with friends. Mr. Stratford: Better known as an orgy? Chastity: It's only a party, Mr. Stratford. Mr. Stratford: And hell is only a sauna. Kat Stratford: [sarcastic] I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby. Patrick Verona: Don't get your panties in a twist Katarina Stratford: Don't think for one minute that you had any effect whatsoever on my panties. Patrick Verona: Well then, what did I have an effect on? Katarina Stratford: Other than my upchuck reflex, nothing. Kat Stratford: Hemingway was an abusive alcoholic who squandered his life hanging around Picasso trying to nail his leftovers. Ms. Perky: People perceive you as somewhat... Katarina Stratford: Tempestuous? Ms. Perky: "Heinous bitch" is the term used most often. Kat: You don't always have to be what they want you to be. Bianca Stratford: I happen to like being adored, thank you! Kat Stratford: Romantic? Hemingway? He was an abusive, alcoholic misogynist who squandered half of his life hanging around Picasso trying to nail his leftovers. Bianca Stratford: Where do you come from? Planet "Loser"? Kat: What, as opposed to Planet "Look At Me, Look At Me"? Walter Stratford: I delivered a set of twins to a fifteen-year-old girl today, and you know what she said to me? Bianca Stratford: "I'm a crack-whore who should have made my skeezy boyfriend wear a condom"? Walter Stratford: Close, she said "I should have listened to my father." Bianca Stratford: She did not. Walter Stratford: Well, that's what should would have said if she wasn't so doped up. Patrick Verona: You're not very talkative are you? Kat Stratford: Depends on the subject. My fenders don't exactly whip me into a verbal frenzy. Patrick Verona: You know, it's not every day that you find somebody who'll flash someone just to get you out of detention. Patrick Verona: See, who needs affection when I have blind hatred? Patrick Verona: Leave it to you to use big words when you're smashed. Michael Eckman: Uhh, excuse me, just one question before we start. Should you be drinking alcohol when you don't have a liver? Katarina Stratford: You're not surrounded by your usual cloud of smoke. Patrick Verona: I know, I quit. Apparently they're bad for you. Katarina Stratford: You think? Patrick Verona: Some asshole paid me to take out this really great girl. Katarina Stratford: Is that right? Patrick Verona: Yeah, but I screwed up. I fell for her. Patrick Verona: Don't ever let anyone make you feel like you don't deserve what you want. Ms. Perky: So, I hear you've been terrorizing Mr. Morgan's class... again. Katarina Stratford: Expressing my opinion is not a terrorist action. Ms. Perky: The way you expressed your opinion to Bobby Ridgeway? By the way, his testicle retrieval operation went quite well, in case you're interested. Katarina Stratford: I still maintain that he kicked himself in the balls. Mr. Morgan: Some day you're gonna get bitch-slapped, and I'm not gonna do a thing to stop it. Patrick Verona: Is that a yes? Katarina Stratford: No. Patrick Verona: Or is that a no? Katarina Stratford: No. Cameron James: Would any of you be interested in dating Katarina Stratford? Wimpy Loser: Maybe if we were the last two people alive, and there were no sheep. Are there sheep? Ms. Perky: Nine schools in ten years. My, my. Army brat? Cameron James: Yeah, my dad is, uh... Ms. Perky: That's enough. I'm sure you won't find Padua any different than your old schools. Same little ass-wipe shit-for-brains everywhere. Cameron James: Excuse me? Did you just say... am I in the right office? Ms. Perky: Not anymore you're not. I've got deviants to see and a novel to finish. Now scoot. Scoot! Ms. Perky: Patrick Verona. I see we're making our visits a weekly ritual. Patrick Verona: Only so we can have these moments together. Should I, uh, hit the lights? Ms. Perky: Oh, very clever, kangaroo boy. Says here you exposed yourself in the cafeteria? Patrick Verona: I was joking with the lunch lady. It was a bratwurst. Ms. Perky: Bratwurst? Aren't we the optimist. Next time, keep it in your pouch, okay? Scoot! Cameron James: Just because you're beautiful doesn't mean you can treat people like they don't matter. Mr. Morgan: I know how difficult it must be to overcome all those years of upper middle-class suburban oppression. Must be tough. But the next time you storm the PTA crusading for better... lunch meat, or whatever you white girls complain about, ask them WHY they can't buy a book written by a black man! White Rastas: That's right mon! Mr. Morgan: Don't even get me started on you two! White Rastas: No problem mon! Bianca Stratford: People expect me to me there! Mr. Stratford: If Kat's not going, you're not going! Bianca Stratford: Why can't you just be normal? Kat: Define normal. Bianca Stratford: Bogey Lowenstein's party is normal. Mr. Stratford: What's a Bogey Lowenstein? Kat: Bogey's party is an pathetic excuse for all the idiots in our school to drink beer and rub up against each other in hopes of distracting themselves from the emptiness of their meaningless-- Bianca Stratford, Chastity: --consumer-driven lives. Kat: You can't just buy me a guitar every time you screw up, you know. Patrick: Yeah I know. But then you know there's always drums, and bass, and maybe even one day a tambourine. Joey: Hey, is your sister around? Katarina: Stay away from my sister. Joey: Oh, I'll stay away from her, but I can't guarantee that she'll stay away from me. Joey: Are you lost? Michael: No, actually I just came by to chat. Joey: We don't chat. Walter Stratford: You're 18, you don't know what you want. And you won't know what you want 'til you're 45, and even if you get it, you'll be too old to use it. Joey: [holding up headshots] Which one do you like better? Bianca: Hmm, I think I like the white shirt better. Joey: Yeah, it's more... Bianca: Pensive? Joey: Damn, I was going for thoughtful. Katarina Stratford: I'll let you get back to Reginald's quivering member. Ms. Perky: "Quivering member." I like that. Walter Stratford: What's normal? Those damn Dawson's river kids, sleeping in each other's beds and whatnot? ~ Home ~ Movies ~ Songs ~ Anonymous ~ Women ~ ~ Friendship ~ Life and Success ~ Poems ~ Shakespeare ~ Star Trek ~