10 Things I Hate About You

Let's go.

Hey, what's going on?

Just wrapping up another day in paradise.

Listen, about the other day. I just wanted to say...

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have gone through your bag or stabbed you in the foot.

Ah, don't sweat it. But, uh, let's keep our distance.

The doctor said it would heal faster if I reduced the amount of crazy in my life.

Crazy? I'm not crazy.

Yes, I'm talking to myself. It's a sign of genius.

Go home and prop it up with pillows. It'll really get the blood flowing.

I think it's getting better.

I only had to take three pain pills to get through the day.

I'm sure it will be fine by Friday's game.

Janelle pulled her Achilles. She'll never be okay by Friday's game.

- I might get to cheer. - Nice duplicity, Judas.

Well, actually, I feel bad for her and happy for me at the same time.

Pulling an Achilles tendon is a big deal, Bianca.

- Sometimes, it requires surgery. - Oh, my God. Poor Janelle.

She might be out for months.

Ugh, what a hypocrite.

Who's the hypocrite now?

::: Timecodes - gius & aydin1954 :::

...and then I realized, I am a hypocrite.

How can I call myself an environmentalist when I'm single-handedly...

exterminating polar bears in my Chernobyl-mobile?

Why don't you just convert your car into a biodiesel?

My cousin Jamie did it in a day. If he could do it, you definitely can.

He still wets the bed.

I would be dispelling that whole gender stereotype that women can't fix cars.

Pro-environment and pro-female.

Mandella, I love this idea. You're a genius.

I'm the Marcy to your peppermint patty.

Oh, Bianca, hi. I had something I wanted to tell you.

What was it? Oh, right. I'm not gay.

Oh. Sorry, Cameron.

I don't know why I'd even think that.

Maybe it's because you're so sweet and sensitive and you watch project runway.

Because of sexy Heidi Klum, and the way she says "auf wiedersehen".

- I'm straight. - Oh, got to go.

Remind to give you back your Dreamgirls DVD later.

I'm not into musicals.

I'm into Motown.

Hi, Chastity. Hi, Joey. Your hair looks great today.

- Thanks. - Thanks.

So, listen, I wanted to let you know I memorized all the routines...

in case you need somebody to fill in for Janelle on Friday night.

Oh, I don't think I can help you with that, but you get a big "P" for persistence.

Don't forget, it takes ten girls to make a pyramid.

Do you mind sharing the top with Michelle?

Um, Joey, honey, shift to neutral, okay?

- Shift? - Stay here.

Okay, Joey's about to dip below the GPA threshold for football.

He needs a "B" on his chemistry project, or he can't play.

Get it for him, and you cheer Friday.

But I'm not Joey's lab partner. Mandy is.

And Mandy's on her second sophomore year, so make it happen.

And go light on the jewelry. He's easily distracted.

So what's distracting you from setting the table?

I'm turning my giant carbon footprint into a cute little baby foot...

by converting my car into a biodiesel.

- Huh, by yourself? - You think a woman can't do it?

Sure she can, if she's a mechanic. You do realize...

that this is your only car, and if you destroy it, I'm not getting you another one.

Relax, dad.

I printed a comprehensive instruction manual off the internet.

Got nine out of ten stars.

Kat, I'm sure somewhere on the internet, there's a manual on how to deliver a baby...

but it doesn't mean you know your way around a uterus.

Why can't my dad just be an accountant?

As long as she thinks you're gay, she's never going to see you as leading man material.

You're like Hugh Jackman before he was Wolverine.

Which means, if you want to run up your sex appeal...

- you need-- - Adamantium claws.

No. No. A- a- a big-screen movie moment.

Visualize with me.

- What am I seeing? - You.

Got it.

- On Bianca's doorstep. - Yes.

- Wet. - Okay.

And shirtless.

- What? Why am I shirtless, exactly? - Because it's sexy.

Trust me, girls eat this stuff up.

So I show up at her house, shirtless and wet.

- Yeah. - Then what do I say?

You don't say anything.

You just take her in your arms and lay a fat one on her.

So really, this is less like Hugh Jackman...

and more like Ryan Gosling in the notebook.

Yeah, you see, it's that kind of comment that makes people wonder.

- Hey. - I'm your new lab partner.

Where's Mandy?

She really wanted to work with Leon, so I swapped her seats.

- Okay. - So, um, I was thinking that...

we can get together after school today at my house and start working on our project.

Uh, okay.

Which do you want to pick? There's effects of pressure on the volume of a gas...

- density determination, or-- - What kind of snacks do you have?

Do you have those little baby carrot sticks? I love those.

Yeah. I can get carrot sticks.

Okay.

Density determination it is.

Well, there she is. Little lady who thinks she can convert a car...

using a manual she found on the internet.

All because she believes in the hype about global warming.

I'm sorry, is this auto shop or 1952?

You're just like my wife.

After watching some show on HGTV, she tried to rewire an antique lamp.

- Almost electrocuted herself. - Maybe it was a botched suicide attempt.

Try not to break a nail. Back to work, boys.

- Don't even bother. - Excuse me?

Oh, Brad, I'm a girl. I can't do anything for myself.

Please help me.

Just because I'm husky doesn't mean I'm so desperate...

for a pity flirt that I'll work my butt off for you.

Girls and your witchy ways.

No. No. Not falling for that again.

- I guess a cuddle is out of the question. - You can cuddle with me, kitten.

I like a woman who has no idea what she's doing.

I just need a crowbar, and when I find one, you may want to run.

And I'll run slow, so you could catch me.

Hey. Can I borrow your crowbar?

You got to be kidding me.

Okay, so first, we need to measure the mass of a clean, dry object.

This will do. And we put it on the laboratory balance, and...

These would be really hard to peel.

I guess that's why they come like this in the bag.

Um, Joey, over here.

I'm sorry. I'm just bored.

Look, we just need to power through this so that we can get a good grade.

And why-- why do I need a good grade?

So you can get into college and play football and stuff.

But I want to be a model.

How's football and college going to help my runway walk?

Wow. You're really serious about this modeling stuff.

I keep my body fat at 4%, I sleep in paraffin wax...

and I even taped off a runway in my bedroom. Modeling's my dream.

- Nobody gets it. - I do.

I'm a dreamer, too. I even have a dream book.

- What's a dream book? - Oh, my God.

Only the greatest thing in the world.

I've separated it into actionable goals from now until the year 2024.

On deck currently, become a cheerleader.

20 says she quits by the end of the day.

Ah, come on. If everyone bets against her, there's no point in having a pool.

Patrick, you want to bet on her?

Not while she's anywhere near power tools.

I'll bet on myself.

Careful. That money could buy you a bunch of tampons.

Listen. For the record, I didn't even know you were in auto shop, okay?

So if you think I'm here for you, you're sadly mistaken.

Hey!

What the hell?

- Oh, my-- - I got it.

Can we just agree on...

a minimum, safe distance or do I have to file a restraining order?

Don't flatter yourself. And I'm not leaving until I'm finished.

And then, in about 15 years...

after I sold my cosmetics line to a major conglomerate...

I'll start adopting babies from all over the world.

Starting with Uzbekistan.

Wow. And all I want is to be the first male supermodel.