Kat Stratford Quotes in 10 Things I Hate About You (1999)

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. 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. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Walter Stratford: Hello, Katarina. Make anyone cry today?

Kat Stratford: Sadly, no. But it's only 4:30.

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.

Kat Stratford: I guess in this society, being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time.

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.

[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.

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.

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.

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.

Walter Stratford: Where's your sister going?

Kat Stratford: She's meeting some bikers. Big ones. Full of sperm.

Walter Stratford: Funny.

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?

[after purposefully crashing into a car]

Kat Stratford: Whoops.

Patrick: Well maybe you're not afraid of me but I'm sure you've thought about me naked, huh?

Kat Stratford: [sarcastically] Am I that transparent? I want you, I *need* you, oh baby, oh baby.

Kat Stratford: Romantic? Hemingway? He was an abusive, alcoholic misogynist who squandered half of his life hanging around Picasso trying to nail his leftovers.

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]

Patrick: Was that a yes?

Kat Stratford: No.

Patrick: Well, then, was that a no?

Kat Stratford: No.

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]

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.

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.

Ms. Perky: People perceive you as somewhat...

Kat Stratford: Tempestuous?

Ms. Perky: "Heinous bitch" is the term used most often.

Kat Stratford: You are amazingly self-assured, has anyone ever told you that?

Patrick: I tell myself that every day, actually.

Kat Stratford: What is it, Asshole Day?

[talking about the prom]

Kat Stratford: Can you even imagine? Who the hell would go to that antiquated mating-ritual?

Mandella: I would, but I don't have a date.

Kat Stratford: Do you really wanna get all dressed up, so some Drakkar Noir-wearing dexter with a boner can feel you up while you're forced to listen to a band that, by definition, blows?

Walter Stratford: My insurance does not cover PMS!

Kat Stratford: Well then, tell them I had a seizure.

Patrick: Not a big talker, huh?

Kat Stratford: Depends on the topic. My fenders don't really whip me into a verbal frenzy.

Patrick: [while trying to get Kat go out with him] Well, the night I take you places you've never been before.

Kat Stratford: Like where, the 7-11 on Broadway?

Kat Stratford: joey never told you that we went out did he?

Bianca: yeah ok...

[disbelieving]

Kat Stratford: in ninth, for a month

Bianca: why?

Kat Stratford: [sarcastically] because he was like... such a babe

Kat Stratford: Remove head from sphincter, then drive!

Bianca: People expect me to be there!

Walter Stratford: Kat's not going, you're not going!

Bianca: Why can't you be normal?

Kat Stratford: Define normal.

Bianca: Bogey Lowenstein's party is normal.

Walter Stratford: What's a Bogey Lowenstein?

Kat Stratford: Bogey's party is just a lame excuse for all the idiots at our school to drink beer and rub up against each other in hopes of distracting themselves from the pathetic emptiness of their meaningless...

Bianca, Chastity: ...meaningless, consumer-driven lives.

Bianca: [after Kat has told her that she went out with Joey] How is it possible that I did not know about this?

Kat Stratford: I warned him that if he told anyone, the cheerleading squad would find out how tiny his dick is!

Mr. Morgan: Get outta my class.

Kat Stratford: What?

Mr. Morgan: Out. Get out!

Joey: Thanks, Mr. Morgan.

Mr. Morgan: Shut up!

Bianca: Where did you come from? Planet "Loser"?

Kat Stratford: As opposed to Planet "Look At Me, Look At Me"?

Bianca: Can't you just find some blind, deaf retard to take you to the movies so I can have one date?

Kat Stratford: I'm sorry. Looks like you'll just have to miss out on the witty repartee of Joey "eat me" Donner.

Patrick: I thought for sure I was busted when I was climbing out that window, I tell you. So, how did you keep him distracted?

Kat Stratford: I dazzled him with my... wits.

Kat Stratford: [talking to Mr. Chapin in detention] Well, now that you've seen "the plan", I'm gonna go and show "the plan" to someone else.

Joey: Your sister here?

Kat Stratford: Stay away from my sister.

Joey: Oh, I'll stay away from your sister, but I can't guarantee she'll stay away from me.

Ms. Perky: [writing her novel] Undulating with desire, Adrian removes her red...

[breaks concentration, chooses another word]

Ms. Perky: crimson cape, at the site of Reginal's stiff and... Judith! What's another word for "engorged"?

Judith: [disgusted] I'll look it up.

Ms. Perky: Okay.

[thinking of word]

Ms. Perky: Swollen... Turgid...

Kat Stratford: [enters] Tumescent?

Ms. Perky: Perfect!

Mandella: Have you seen him?

Kat Stratford: Who?

Mandella: William. He asked me to meet him here.

Kat Stratford: Oh Mandella, please tell me you haven't progressed to full-on hallucinations.

Kat Stratford: [to Patrick - after he asks her out for the first time] Do you even know my name screwboy?

Kat Stratford: I'll let you get back to Reginald's quivering member.

Ms. Perky: "Quivering member." I like that.

Kat Stratford: You're looking at this from entirely the wrong perspective. We're making a statement.

Mandella: Oh goody, something new and different for us!

Kat Stratford: Have you seen the unwashed miscreants that go to that school?

Kat Stratford: You don't always have to be who they want you to be, you know?

Bianca: I happen to like being adored, thank you!

Kat Stratford: Oh wait... was that... did your hairline just recede?

Kat Stratford: You're not as vile as I thought you were.

Bianca: You suck!

Kat Stratford: [Mocking Bianca] You suck!