10 Things I Hate About You

Hate About You...

We did not get a chance to officially meet.

- Kat Stratford. - William Blankenship.

So it's theoretically possible

that you could be interested in someone besides me?

Yes, if she wasn't just a theoretical person.

Your mother was the love of my life,

and after she died, I never thought I'd want to meet someone again,

but just that little spark of anticipation

made me realize life goes on.

You betrayed me.

It's not personal, it's just politics.

One day, Brangelina will be obsolete,

and all of your diligent studying will have been for naught.

That's a fancy word for nothing.

You're welcome.

Thanks. For transferring out of the school?

I have two tickets I can't use

for the Andrecorso's art opening tonight, Mad Cow Fire.

It was denied federal funding for being-- Too controversial.

I'm dying to see it.

Wait. I don't like you.

You can't still be upset about meatless Mondays.

That was two weeks ago.

What if I reluctantly, yet sincerely, begged for your forgiveness?

Mm, sorry. I'm not charmed by the Masterpiece Theater act.

Jack the Ripper had a British accent, too.

You honestly find me that awful?

I think you should be deported,

and if I didn't have such strong reservations

about the INS, I would report you.

All rightie then. Pleasure as-- Well, never.

Fine.

I'll take them off your hands.

Thanks.

You can go.

Hey. Hey back.

Do you want to see this cool modern art show tonight?

Let me think for a second.

Spend a night staring at blobs of paint,

pretending they don't look like bird crap.

Ah, but this is different.

Some of his paintings are made with bird droppings.

He believes in using everyday materials--

Oh, never mind.

Fivehead, I just got us tickets to the French club's movie night.

I think it's Saturday at 7, but I'm not sure,

'cause the dude selling the tickets only spoke French.

What does--

...mean?

That's not even close to French.

Let me see the tickets.

Tres Jolie?

Man, I'd love to see that on the big screen.

So allez avec nous.

Oh, come on, you guys are a couple.

I don't want to, you know, get all up in that.

No, you do not.

Dawn just broke up witMax.

We can all go together, and if the movie's lame, we can leave together.

Sweet.

A bientôt, mes amis.

Not French.

Tickets.

Are you sure Dawn's going to be into this?

Why wouldn't she be? It's just a movie.

It's a make-out movie.

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Gross. I'm not going to a make-out movie with you and Joey.

No, not like that. Ew.

Cameron's going, so it'll be me and Joey

and a couple people hanging out together in, like, a casual group thing.

Sounds like a fix-up. Sorry, Bianca.

I only have 126 Saturday nights left before college,

and I promised my dad I'd start taking school seriously.

I can't waste one on a nork.

Please? I already told him you'd go.

Plus, what else are you going to do?

All that's on TV are shows about people who want to dance

or can't dance or do dance with overly tan celebrities.

That's true. But what if Cameron thinks this is a date

and falls in love with me?

Just watching you go through that was so annoying.

He won't. I'll make sure of it.

Just don't look too gorgeous.

Okay. But if I get bored, I'm peeling you off Joey's face

and making you hang out with us.

Yay. Yay.

You don't have to pretend you're not trying to fix us up.

I know you. You can't help yourself.

What? No. Yes, I can.

She and Max broke up. I'm available. Well done.

You should see her baby pics on Facebook.

And she's a Leo. I'm an Aries.

The universe is smiling down on this union.

No, the universe is freaking out right now

because you're already off the rails.

Look, Bianca, I know I thought I loved you and Stacy

and that girl in homeroom who said hi to me,

but this thing with Dawn has real potential.

Cameron, there is no thing.

You've got to stop falling in love like this

if you want any chance at a normal life.

But not falling in love is hard.

Don't worry.

I'll coach you.

Whenever you feel like you're falling for Dawn,

just recite this mantra.

Look me in the eyes.

These are not feelings of love.

Okay. These are not feelings of love.

Now own it.

These are not feelings of love.

These are not feelings of love.

These are not feelings of love.

Ooh, that would go perfect in our living room.

First, I have a taser in my purse,

and second, I have your ticket, so why are you here?

I gave you my extra tickets.

And you're welcome.

Thank you. Now please let me enjoy the exhibit in peace.

Materials-- Human blood and elephant dung.

I hope he didn't finger paint this.

There it is.

I knew I could make you smile.

Oh, that wasn't a smile. It was a wince.

Really? Your humor causes me physical pain.

Right.

Hi, sweetie.

Guess what?

That nice Ms. Tharpe from your fake intervention

left me a voice mail asking if I wanted to chaperone your movie night,

to which I will reply, "Sign me up."

Sorry, Dad, but you're too late.

Those chaperone slots are like hot donuts. They go fast.

Darn it. I'm sure they could have used my expertise.

All these squishy parents nowadays want to be friends with their kids.

Kids don't need more friends.

They need old, scary people to intimidate them.

Well, Dad, you'll really be missed.

That was close. Could you imagine my dad chaperoning a make-out movie?

What? What did you say?

A make-out movie?

Dawn's expecting me to kiss her?

I've never kissed a human girl.

No, no, no, no.

There will be no kissing.

Dawn's still hung up on Max Morita. Now eat your apple sauce.

Poor Dawn.

I've been there.

Bet she could use a hug. Mantra.

These are not feelings of love.

These are not feelings of love.

These are not feelings of love.

Well, that was bloody awful.

You seriously think a show like that deserves government funding?

Just because we thought it was crappy, pun intended,

doesn't mean it shouldn't be supported.

Maybe he's ahead of his time, like Van Gogh.

Oh, it's Van Gogh.

But if art is subjective, then it should be driven by the marketplace.

So based on that logic, last year's best film was, what, The Hangover?

Oh, it's up there.

Come on, the naked guy in the trunk? Amazing.

Tonight was fun, right?

Yeah, shockingly.

How about a proper date?

What?

I'll pick you up.

You'll wear your good jeans.

I'll offend you by opening the door,

you'll lecture me on women's rights,

so I'll let you pick up the check.

As enticing as that sounds, I can't.

I'm seeing someone.

The motorcycle chap?

He's your boyfriend?

We don't feel the need to label everything.

So does that mean that you and your non-boyfriend can see other people?

No, I think.

Look, I just can't go a date with you, okay? It's complicated.

Well, if it ever gets uncomplicated, let me know.

So I'm prepping for our make-out-a-thon.

I've been eating eucalyptus leaves, parsley,

and last night, my mom made garlic toast, my fave,

and all I did was smell it.

Joey, that's so sweet. I can't wait to make out with you for three hours.

I know. Me too. And fingers crossed,

we'll be able to reach a legendary kissers' high.

What's that? Oh, Bianca.

When you're kissing that long,

you're breathing in each other's air

and your brain goes into this sparkly Zen place

and you feel like you're floating above and looking down at yourself.

Joey, are you sure that's not astral projecting?

No, that's when you have a sexy dream.

Hey, Bianca, the mantra is working.

Last night, I had the urge to call Dawn, but I didn't.

At least not on a real phone.

Nice self-control.