Julia Stiles credited as playing...
Kat Stratford
- Mr. Morgan: All right... I assume everyone's found time to complete their poem... except... for Mr. Donner.
- [starts laughing]
- Mr. Morgan: Who has an excuse
- [laughs even harder, then stops]
- Mr. Morgan: . Shaft! Lose the glasses.
- [Joey removes his sunglasses, revealing his bruised nose from his earlier confrontation with Bianca]
- Mr. Morgan: All right... anyone brave enough to read theirs aloud?
- [Everyone looks at each other, waiting to see who goes first, Kat finally raises her hand]
- Kat Stratford: I will.
- Mr. Morgan: [rolls his eyes and sighs] Lord, here we go.
- 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.
- [sighs]
- Kat Stratford: I hate it, 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.
- [Kat's voice breaks and she looks at Patrick]
- Kat Stratford: I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
- [starts to cry]
- Kat Stratford: But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
- [Kat walks out the classroom]
- Patrick: Some asshole paid me to take out this really great girl.
- Kat Stratford: Is that right?
- Patrick: Yeah, but I screwed up. I, um, I fell for her.
- Patrick: So what's your excuse?
- Kat Stratford: For?
- Patrick: Acting the way we do.
- Kat Stratford: I don't like to do what people expect. Why should I live up to other people's expectations instead of my own?
- Patrick: So you disappoint them from the start and then you're covered, right?
- Kat Stratford: Something like that
- Patrick: Then you screwed up!
- Kat Stratford: How?
- Patrick: You never disappointed me.
- Kat Stratford: We're going now.
- Walter Stratford: Alright, wait a minute. No drinking, no drugs, no kissing, no tattoos, no piercings, *no* ritual animal slaughters of any kind. Oh, God, I'm giving them ideas.
- Walter Stratford: Hello, Katarina. Make anyone cry today?
- Kat Stratford: Sadly, no. But it's only 4:30.
- [last lines]
- Kat Stratford: You can't just buy me a guitar every time you screw up, you know?
- Patrick: Yeah, I know. But then, you know, there's always drums, and bass, and maybe even one day a tambourine.
- [They smile and kiss]
- Kat Stratford: [Pulls away] And don't just think you can - !
- [They kiss again]
- Patrick: Well maybe you're not afraid of me but I'm sure you've thought about me naked, huh?
- [Patrick winks at her]
- Kat Stratford: [sarcastically] Am I that transparent? I want you, I *need* you, oh baby, oh baby.
- Patrick: Someone still has her panties in a twist.
- Kat Stratford: Don't, for one minute, think that you had any effect whatsoever on my panties.
- Patrick: Then what did I have an effect on?
- Kat Stratford: Other than my upchuck reflex, nothing.
- Kat Stratford: You're not surrounded by your usual cloud of smoke.
- Patrick: I know, I quit. Apparently they're bad for you.
- Kat Stratford: You think?
- Ms. Perky: So, I hear you were terrorizing Mr. Morgan's class... again.
- Kat Stratford: Expressing my opinion is not a terrorist action.
- Ms. Perky: The way you expressed your opinion to Bobby Ridgeway? By the way, his testicle retrieval operation went quite well, in case you're interested.
- Kat Stratford: I still maintain that he kicked himself in the balls.
- Kat Stratford: Romantic? Hemingway? He was an abusive, alcoholic misogynist who squandered half of his life hanging around Picasso trying to nail his leftovers.
- Walter Stratford: Where's your sister going?
- Kat Stratford: She's meeting some bikers. Big ones. Full of sperm.
- Walter Stratford: Funny.
- Patrick: Hey there girly. How you doin'?
- Kat Stratford: Sweating like a pig actually and yourself?
- Patrick: Now there's a way to get a guy's attention huh?
- Kat Stratford: My mission in life. But, obviously I struck your fancy so you see it worked. The world makes sense again.
- Walter Stratford: You know fathers don't like to admit it when their daughters are capable of running their own lives. It means we've become spectators. Bianca still let's me play a few innings - you've had me on the bench for years. When you go to Sarah Lawrence, I won't even be able to watch the game.
- Kat Stratford: *When* I go?
- Walter Stratford: Oh, boy. Don't tell me you changed your mind. I already sent 'em a check.
- [Kat gasps in surprise, then hugs her father]
- Kat Stratford: Tell me something true.
- Patrick: Something true... I hate peas.
- Kat Stratford: No, something real, something no one else knows.
- Patrick: Okay, you're sweet, and sexy, and completely hot for me.
- Kat Stratford: [drunk. Leans in close to Patrick] Hey... your eyes have a little green in them.
- [Patrick smiles momentarily, then Kat vomits at his feet]