2014 sees the fun and quirky romcom 10 Things I Hate About You turning fifteen years old. Starring Heath Ledger, Julia Stiles and Joseph Gordon Levitt (all before they hit the big-time); this has always been one of my favourite films. It’s jam-packed with a great mix of characters, amusing scenarios and laugh-out-loud lines. I’ve complied a list of my fifteen favourite 10 Things… quotes in chronological order. Enjoy and feel free to add your own!
Ms Perky: It 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!
Bianca: Yeah but see there’s a difference between like and love because I like my Skechers but I love my Prada backpack.
Chastity: But I love my Skechers?
Bianca: That’s because you don’t have a Prada backpack.
Kat: 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: I still maintain that he kicked himself in the balls.
Mr. Stratford: What are the two house rules? Number one: no dating ‘til you graduate. Number two: no dating ‘til you graduate.
Mr. Stratford: My insurance does not cover PMS!
Cameron: Bianca said Kat likes pretty guys.
Patrick: …Are you telling me I’m not a pretty guy?
Michael: Very pretty. He’s a gorgeous guy!
Cameron: Yeah…I didn’t know
Mr Stratford: Where are you going?
Bianca: A small study group with friends.
Mr Stratford: Otherwise known as an orgy?
Kat: Wait…what was…did your hairline just recede?
Kat: You’re not as vile as I thought you were.
Michael: I got the scoop…”Hates him with the fire of a thousand suns”. That’s a direct quote.
Mr Stratford: Kissing isn’t what keeps me up to my elbows in placenta all day long!
Mr Stratford: You’re not going out and getting jiggy with some guy, I don’t care how dope his ride is…Mama didn’t raise no fool!
Mr Stratford: Where’s your sister going?
Kat: She’s meeting some bikers. Big ones. Full of sperm.
Mr. Morgan: Anyone brave enough to read theirs aloud?
Kat: I will.
Mr. Morgan: Lord, here we go.
Kat: 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.
Kat: You can’t just buy me a guitar every time you screw up.
Patrick: Yeah I know…But then there’s always drums, a bass and maybe even one day a tambourine.