10 Things I Hate About You

Quotations

Patrick: Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.

Joey: OK, now this is really important. Which do you like better?
Bianca: Um…I think I like the white shirt better.
Joey: Ya, It’s more uh…
Bianca: Pensive?
Joey: Damn, I was going for thoughtful.

Patrick: You’re not afraid of me, are you?
Kat: Why would I be afraid of you?
Patrick: Most people are.
Kat: Well, I’m not.
Patrick: You may not be afraid of me, but I’m sure you’ve thought about me naked.
Kat: Am I that transparent? I want you. I need you. Oh baby oh baby!

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 even at all.

Michael: We’re your guys.
Cameron: And he means that in a strictly non-prison movie type of way.

Walter Stratford: My insurance does not cover PMS!

Mr. Stratford: Hey, I’ve got news for you. I’m down with it, I got the 411, and you’re not gettin’ jiggy with some guy. I dont care how dope his ride is.

Cameron: What group is she in?
Michael: The “don’t even think about it” group.

Bianca: Has the fact that you’re completely psycho managed to escape your attention?

Mr. Stratford: You’re eighteen, you don’t know what you want.

Michael: Alright, I’m wrong? You wanna take a shot, be my guest. She’s actually looking for a French tutor.
Cameron: Are you serious. That’s perfect.
Michael: Do you speak French?
Cameron: No, but I will.

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: You know, there’s a difference between like and love. 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.

Cameron: But the plan was working.
Patrick: What do you care? I thought you wanted out.
Cameron: Yeah, well I did, but that was until she kissed me.
Patrick: Where?
Cameron: In the car.

Bianca: Are you asking me out? That’s so cute. What’s your name again?

Kat: Remove head from sphinctor and drive!

Kat: We’re making a statement.
Mandela: Oh goody, something new and different for us.

Cameron: We’re screwed!
Micheal: No, hey, hey, no, I don’t want to hear that defeatest attitude. I wannna hear you upbeat!
Cameron (in a happy tone): We’re screwed!

Patrick: What is it with this chick? She got beer-flavored nipples?

Patrick: Excuse me, have you seen the “Feminine mystique”? I lost my copy.

Cameron: I burn, I pine, I perish.

Bianca: Can we for two seconds forget the fact that you are severely unhinged and discuss my need for a night of teenage normalcy?
Walter Stratford: What’s normal? Those damn Dawson’s River kids, sleeping in each other’s beds and whatnot?

Patrick: You’re not as mean as you think you are, you know that?
Kat: And you’re not as bad-ass as you think you are.
Patrick: Oh, someone still has her panties in a twist.
Kat: Don’t for one minute think you had any effect whatsoever on my panties.

Kat: I guess in this society being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time.

Bianca: Hi Daddy.
Walter Stratford: Hi… where’re we going?
Bianca: Well, if you must know… a small study group with friends.
Walter Stratford: Otherwise known as an orgy?
Chastity: Mr. Stratford, it’s just a party.
Walter Stratford: And hell is just a sauna.