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.
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Kat Stratford: I guess in this society, being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time.
Patrick: It's not everyday you find a girl who'll flash someone to get you out of detention.
Cameron: Just 'cause you're beautiful, that doesn't mean that you can treat people like they don't matter.
Patrick: What is it with this chick? She have beer-flavored nipples?
Patrick: Ooh, see that, there. Who needs affection when I have blind hatred?
Wimpy Loser: Maybe if we were the last two people alive, and there were no sheep. Are there sheep?
Michael: The shit hath hitith the fan... ith.
Kat Stratford: Hey... your eyes have a little green in them.
Patrick: Leave it to you to use big words when you're smashed.
Bianca: You don't buy black lingerie unless you want someone to see it.
Bogey Lowenstien: That must be Nigel with the brie.
Walter Stratford: And I'll get to sleep at night. The deep slumber of a father whose daughters aren't out being impregnated.
Kat Stratford: Well, now that you've seen "the plan", I'm gonna go and show "the plan" to someone else.
Patrick: And I didn't sleep with a Spice Girl... I think.
Joey: Watching that bitch violate my car doesn't count as a date.
Kat Stratford: Remove head from sphincter, then drive!
Cameron: You embarrassed the girl. Sacrifice yourself on the altar of dignity and even the score.
Bianca: You're asking me out? That's so cute! What's your name again?
Michael: I have a dick on my face, don't I?
Kat Stratford: Do you even know my name screwboy?
Kat Stratford: Have you seen the unwashed miscreants that go to that school?
Bianca: Has the fact that you're completely psycho managed to escape your attention?
Kat Stratford: You're not as vile as I thought you were.
Patrick: I was watching you out there, before. I've never seen you look so sexy.
Kat Stratford: Oh wait... was that... did your hairline just recede?
Michael: I'm thinking of getting a Tercel. Yeah, that's a Toyota.
Kat Stratford: I guess in this society, being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time.
Patrick: It's not everyday you find a girl who'll flash someone to get you out of detention.
Cameron: Just 'cause you're beautiful, that doesn't mean that you can treat people like they don't matter.
Patrick: Ooh, see that, there. Who needs affection when I have blind hatred?
Patrick: What is it with this chick? She have beer-flavored nipples?
Kat Stratford: Whoops.
Michael: The shit hath hitith the fan... ith.
Patrick: Leave it to you to use big words when you're smashed.
Wimpy Loser: Maybe if we were the last two people alive, and there were no sheep. Are there sheep?
Kat Stratford: Hey... your eyes have a little green in them.
Mr. Morgan: All right... I assume everyone's found time to complete their poem... except... for Mr. Donner. Mr. Morgan: Who has an excuse Mr. Morgan: . Shaft! Lose the glasses. Mr. Morgan: All right... anyone brave enough to read theirs aloud? Kat Stratford: I will. Mr. Morgan: 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. 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 Stratford: I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. 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.
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.
Joey: Mr. Morgan, is there any chance we could get Kat to take her Midol *before* she comes to class? Mr. Morgan: Someday, you gonna get bitch-slapped and I'm not gonna do a thing to stop it.
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. Kat Stratford: And don't just think you can - !
Patrick: Well maybe you're not afraid of me but I'm sure you've thought about me naked, huh? Kat Stratford: Am I that transparent? I want you, I *need* you, oh baby, oh baby.
Walter Stratford: This morning, I delivered a set of twins to a fifteen-year-old girl, do you know what she said to me? Bianca: "I'm a crack-whore who should have made my skeazy boyfriend wear a condom"? Walter Stratford: Close, but no. She said, "I should have listened to my father". Bianca: She did not. Walter Stratford: Well, that's what she would have said if she wasn't so doped up!
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.
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.
Mr. Morgan: All right, not that I give a damn, but how was everybody's weekend? Joey: Oh, I dunno, maybe we should ask Kat? Mr. Morgan: Unless she kicked the crap outta your dumb butt, I don't wanna hear about it!
Mr. Morgan: Now, I know Shakespeare's a dead white guy, but he knows his shit, so we can overlook that. I want you all to write your own version of this sonnet. Mr. Morgan: Yes, Miss "I Have An Opinion About Everything"?
Bianca: But she's a mutant! What if she never dates? Walter Stratford: Then you'll never date. Oh, I like that.
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.
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.
Ms. Perky: Patrick Verona. I see we're making our visits a weekly ritual. Patrick: Only so we can have these moments together. Should I, uh, hit the lights? Ms. Perky: Oh, very clever, kangaroo boy. Says here you exposed yourself in the cafeteria? Patrick: I was joking with the lunch lady. It was a bratwurst. Ms. Perky: Bratwurst? Aren't we the optimist? Next time, keep it in your pouch, okay? Scoot!
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.
Michael: Sweet love, renew thy force. Patrick: Hey! Don't say shit like that to me. People can hear you.
Ms. Perky: Nine schools in ten years. My, my. Army brat? Cameron: Yeah, my-my dad is, uh... Ms. Perky: That's enough. I'm sure you won't find Padua any different than your old schools. Same little asswipe shit-for-brains everywhere. Cameron: Excuse me? D-Did you just say... Am I in the right office? Ms. Perky: Not any more you're not. I've got deviants to see and a novel to finish. Now scoot. Scoot!
Michael: Alright. Uh, I talked to her; I got the scoop. Cameron: What'd she say? Michael: "Hates him with the fire of a thousand suns." That's a direct quote. Patrick: Thanks Michael. That's very comforting of you.
Cameron: May I offer you a parsnip? Bianca: No, you may not. Cameron: Where is my uncle's pencil? Bianca: I don't know. Maybe it is up your ass?
Ms. Perky: People perceive you as somewhat... Kat Stratford: Tempestuous? Ms. Perky: "Heinous bitch" is the term used most often.
