10 Things I Hate About You Page #10

PATRICK:

Then say you'll spend Dollar Night at

the track with me.

KAT:

And why would I do that?

PATRICK:

Come on -- the ponies, the flat beer,

you with money in your eyes, me with my

hand on your ass...

KAT:

You -- covered in my vomit.

PATRICK:

Seven-thirty?

She slams her locker shut and walks away

EXT. DOWNTOWN STREET - NIGHT

Kat emerges from a music store carrying a bag of CDs in her

teeth, and fumbling through her purse with both hands. She

finds her keys and pulls them out with a triumphant tug.

She looks up and finds Patrick sitting on the hood of her

car

PATRICK:

Nice ride. Vintage fenders.

Kat takes the bag out of her mouth.

KAT:

Are you following me?

PATRICK:

I was in the laundromat. I saw your

car. Thought I'd say hi.

KAT:

Hi

She gets in and starts the car.

PATRICK:

You're not a big talker, are you?

KAT:

Depends on the topic. My fenders don't

really whip me into a verbal frenzy.

She starts to pull out, and is blocked by Joey's Viper,

which pulls up perpendicular to her rear and parks.

Joey and his groupies emerge and head for the liquor store

KAT:

(continuing)

Hey -- do you mind?

JOEY:

Not at all

They continue on into the store. Kat stares at them in

disbelief...

Then BACKS UP

Her vintage fenders CRASH into the door of Joey's precious

Viper.

Patrick watches with a delighted grin Joey races out of the

liquor store.

JOEY:

(continuing)

You f***ing b*tch!

Kat pulls forward and backs into his car again. Smiling

sweetly.

INT. STRATFORD HOUSE - NIGHT

Walter paces as Kat sits calmly on the couch.

WALTER:

My insurance does not cover PMS

KAT:

Then tell them I had a seizure.

WALTER:

Is this about Sarah Lawrence? You

punishing me?

KAT:

I thought you were punishing me.

WALTER:

Why can't we agree on this?

KAT:

Because you're making decisions for me.

WALTER:

As a parent, that's my right

KAT:

So what I want doesn't matter?

WALTER:

You're eighteen. You don't know what

you want. You won't know until you're

forty-five and you don't have it.

KAT:

(emphatic)

I want to go to an East Coast school! I

want you to trust me to make my own

choices. I want --

Walter's BEEPER goes off

WALTER:

Christ! I want a night to go by that

I'm not staring a contraction in the

face.

He walks out, leaving Kat stewing on the couch.

INT. HALLWAY - DAY

Patrick shuts his graffiti-encrusted locker, revealing

Joey's angry visage, glowering next to him.

JOEY:

When I shell out fifty, I expect

results.

PATRICK:

I'm on it

JOEY:

Watching the b*tch trash my car doesn't

count as a date.

PATRICK:

I got her under control. She just acts

crazed in public to keep up the image.

Joey sees through the bluff

JOEY:

Let me put it to you this way, if you

don't get any action, I don't get any

action. So get your ass on hers by the

end of the week.

Joey starts to walk off

PATRICK:

I just upped my price

JOEY:

(turning)

What?

PATRICK:

A hundred bucks a date.

JOEY:

Forget it.

PATRICK:

Forget her sister, then.

Joey thinks for a frustrated moment, PUNCHES the locker,

then peels another fifty out of his wallet with a menacing

scowl.

JOEY:

You better hope you're as smooth as you

think you are, Verona.

Patrick takes the money with a smile.

INT. TUTORING ROOM - DAY

Cameron runs a sentence past Bianca.

CAMERON:

La copine et I 'ami? La diferance?

Bianca glares at him.

BIANCA:

Rate this script:4.1 / 10 votes