TEN THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU
|Michael: So -- which Dakota
Cameron: North, actually. How'd you?
Michael: I was kidding. People actually live there?
Cameron: Yeah. A couple. We're outnumbered by the cows, though.
Kat: I realize that the men of this fine institution are severely lacking, but killing yourself so you can be with William Shakespeare is beyond the scope of normal teenage obsessions. You're venturing far past daytime talk show fodder and entering the world of those who need very expensive therapy.
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?
Cameron: I burn, I pine, I
Joey Donner: Mr. Morgan, is there any way we can get Kat to take her Midol before she comes to class?
Chastity: I know you can be
underwhelmed, and you can be overwhelmed, but can you ever just be, like,
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'!
Walter Stratford: I delivered
a baby to a fifteen-year-old girl today, and you know what she said to
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.
Bianca: There's a difference
between like and love. I mean I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack.
Kat: Remove head from sphincter, then drive!
Father: Kissing is not what keeps me up to my elbows every day in placenta.
Kat: I still maintain he kicked himself in the balls.
Mr. Stratford: Where is she
Mr. Stratford: Where do you
think you're going?
Kat Stratford: [sarcastic] Oh yeah, I want you. Oh baby. Oh baby.
Patrick Verona: Don't get
your panties in a twist
Ms. Perky: People perceive
you as somewhat...
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.