10 Things I Hate About You

I don't want to go in there.

What are you talking about? You love it in there.

Hey, free the naked mole rats. Ripping.

I was the "girl gone wild" this past weekend.

All you did was throw an awesome pretty.

If I tell you something, do you promise not to be judgy?

Thanks for the buzz! Whoo!

Apparently I shaved that guy's head, so I'm in no position to be judgy.

After Chastity left, Joey and I...

kind of made out for, like, two seconds.

- Way to go, Sienna Miller. - Judgy.

This is why I don't want to go in there. The guilt is killing me. What do I do?

Either live with the guilt or tell Chastity.

I would, but I prefer to keep my intestines inside my body.

Ugh! At least you know what to feel guilty about.

Five-head! It's me, Joey.

Just pretend I'm a guy reading the newspaper.

I don't want Chastity to see us talking.

It's okay. She doesn't know anything happened between us.

And she never will once we get our stories straight.

That is our story. Nothing happened.

Oh, gotcha.

Bianca.

Good news, baby. The war in "Azerbijackistan" is over.

Okay, his behavior's becoming so erratic.

He's like my grandma before we put her on meds.

Seemed fine to me.

Whatever. I'm not here for that. I'm here to spread joy.

You know how I've been dying to make you a cheerleader for months?

Oh-- No.

Of course I have. You're my best friend.

Anyway, Janelle has mono so bad she has to eat through a tube.

Oh, my God. Is she going to be okay?

She'll be fine. It's her own fault. She'll kiss anything.

And this comes on the heels of that fainting spell...

and her stupid Achilles, and I am done.

This is cheerleading, not Grey's Anatomy.

- You're taking her spot. - I'm a cheerleader?

Yay! I love it when dreams come true.

Here, try to sound sincere when you sign her "get well" card.

Just so you know, I was really drunk Saturday night, like Mel Gibson drunk.

You don't remember what you said, do you?

I'm like one of those soap opera actors with amnesia.

Whatever I said, I was joking.

Oh, trust me, you were dead serious.

- Please, just tell me. - Nah, I want to save this.

People, just think of this as airport security.

Only instead of going to Hawaii so you can sip on mai tais...

you're going to school so you can drink up a little bit of knowledge.

Excuse me, little lady. I'm going to have to inspect this carry-on here.

- You have no right to do that. - Oh, I do now. Bam!

School board enacted it's own little Patriot Act last night...

and I am the new Dick Cheney.

Uh-oh. I'm going to have to confiscate this.

Well, Dick, you better pray I don't get cramps.

Got my eye on you.

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"End fascism now"?

Is this because I blocked Showtime? You don't need to make a poster.

- We can just talk about it. - No.

The administration has instituted these completely unconstitutional new rules.

Look at these. It's like going to high school in Cuba.

More than 10 students need permission to assemble.

School has the right to search lockers. No drugs or weapons.

Oh, my God! Do you mean to tell me the students have to leave their Uzis and heroin at home?

- Dad, this isn't a joke. - How about knives and crack?

They're trampling our civil rights. This time they've gone too far.

Even the mindless mouth-breathers at Padua High will be marching to the tune of justice.

Why do I get the feeling this isn't going to end well?

Daddy, look.

My little cheerleader!

Did you ever think today would come?

Finally, one of your daughters makes something of herself.

I'm never taking this off.

Sounds like someone hasn't read the new security policy.

Are you going on about Cuba again? to that.

Ah.

They're making us wear uniforms.

What? No!

No, no! I finally clawed my way to the top...

so that I could have the honor of wearing this cute little outfit to school.

They can't take that away from me!

This is inhumane.

I can't believe she thinks it's okay to say these things out loud.

Well, it is her First Amendment right.

Funny.

Ugh! I can't believe this is happening to me.

These uniforms-- I know. How are we supposed to express ourselves through fashion?

No, Joey and I broke up.

You did?

- Why? - Guys are such pigs.

Did he tell you he was studying for trig when he was really studying Kelly Morris?

Do you think he would cheat on this test?

- No. - Uh-uh.

Never. Not even if it were multiple choice.

But why did you guys break up?

Well, you know that college boy that was hitting on me at your party?

- Who could blame him? - I know.

Well, then, Joey turned into this possessive freak.

I thought actors were bad, but models are so much worse.

So I couldn't lose.

Oh. When I told him, he started sobbing.

I hate it when guys cry. It's like--

Fine. Be sensitive, but don't, like, slobber all over me.

I'm the one that wants to cry. I finally get back into circulation...

and now I have to wear this stupid uniform.

Amen.

- It's un-American. - Mm-hmm.

These are our civil rights, people.

Yes, you, too. You, too.

Throwing another party? Woman, you are an animal!

We have to ban together and fight.

- Who we gonna save? - Naked mole rats!

Screw the stupid mole rats! This is about our freedom!

I don't think half these kids can spell "freedom".

- Wanna help hand out flyers? - Yeah-- No.

But I was thinking after school we could head to the beach.

At your party, you said you wanted to go.

- I did? - No.

Can you please just hand these out in auto shop?

I'll put them on the table, but I'm not passing them out.

- Gee, thanks. That's so supportive. - This is your thing, not mine.

So you don't give a damn that we no longer have the rights...

that are guaranteed to us in the Bill of Rights?

Must be nice not to care about anything.

Well, what's the point? It's not like we can change it.

I'll tell you what. Come to the beach, and I'll tell you what you said.

What's the point? It's not like I can change it.

Cameron, we have to talk.

I love you, but you don't feel the same way.

- What more is there to say? - Cameron, wait.

I'm so sorry. The last thing I'd ever want to do is hurt you.

You're my best friend. You're smart and funny...

and you're the only person who knows I like to watch 60 Minutes.

And I miss you... so much.

I miss you more.

Do you think we could go back to being friends?

I don't know. I guess we could try.

Yay! So I'll see you at French tutoring.

Au revoir, mon ami.

"You're my best friend"?

First, you already got a best friend.

And second, she's just not that into you.

Hey, she's still transitioning into seeing me as a viable heterosexual.

Are you hearing the words that are coming out of your mouth?

Despite everything, I still feel that Bianca and I are meant to be together.

Haven't you ever known something deep in your heart?

I'm 15. I know things deep in my pants.

That's why I don't waste my time on chicks that aren't into me.

Michael, a foundation of friendship is the best gift you can give a relationship.

See? This is what happens when you don't have a strong father figure.

I did not approve this flyer, Kat. Although I love your font choice.

The only approval I need is the First Amendment.

- In fact, I-- - Yeah, yeah. Kumbaya.

- Just don't do it again. - I will do it again.

And again and again until you change this policy.

I'm an Energizer Bunny for liberty.

Do you think I like this? Look at all this new paperwork.

Duplicates, triplicates, quad--

I'm so swamped, I had to cancel my foot massage...

which I depend on to keep me from screaming at you people...

to leave me the hell alone!

Then lift the policy. You can make all of this go away.

I'm just a cog in the machine...

a tool of the man.

Hey, I think that's my ibuprofen.

The bottom line is...

the superintendent enacted this.

We follow it, or we don't get funding, and I get fired. So we're both stuck.

Unless you can convince her to change it.

"Her"? I thought the superintendent is a man.

He is. I was talking about his daughter, Chastity.

And what Chastity wants, Chastity gets.

- Yes, but Chastity hates me. - Oh, no.

This revolution stuff is hard. Waah!

There's Joey. Hope he doesn't do that sobbing thing again.

- Hey, five-head, can we talk? - Bye.

So I heard you and Chastity broke up. Are you okay?

I'm more than okay. I'm the maximum okayness there is.

In fact, you wanna go out on Saturday?

You, me, out, together.

Yummy. Dinner. I'm buying.

Joey, I would love to go out with you.

But it's too soon. You and Chastity just broke up.