10 Things I Hate About You Page #2

The beautiful people pass, in full jock/cheerleader

splendor.

MICHAEL:

(continuing)

Those 're your cowboys.

Several Stetson-wearing, big belt buckle. Wrangler guys

walk by.

CAMERON:

That I'm used to.

MICHAEL:

Yeah, but these guys have never seen a

horse. They just jack off to Clint

Eastwood.

They pass an espresso cart with a group of teens huddled

around it.

MICHAEL:

(continuing)

To the right, we have the Coffee Kids.

Very edgy. Don't make any sudden

movements around them.

EXT. SCHOOL COURTYARD - DAY

Michael continues the tour

MICHAEL:

And these delusionals are the White

Rastae.

Several white boys in dreadlocks and Jamaican knit berets

lounge on the grass. A cloud of pot smoke hovers above them

MICHAEL:

(continuing)

Big Marley fans. Think they're black.

Semi-political, but mostly, they watch a

lot of Wild Kingdom, if you know what I

mean.

Michael waves to DEREK, the one with the longest dreads.

MICHAEL:

(continuing)

Derek - save some for after lunch, bub?

DEREK:

(very stoned)

Michael, my brother, peace

Cameron turns to follow Michael as they walk into the

cafeteria.

CAMERON:

So where do you fit in all this?

INT. CAFETERIA - DAY - CONTINUOUS

Loud music and loud students. Michael sits with a group of

studious-looking teens.

MICHAEL:

Future MBAs- We're all Ivy League,

already accepted. Someday I'll be

sipping Merlot while those guys --

He points to the table of jocks, as they torture various

passers-by.

MICHAEL:

(continuing)

are fixing my Saab. Yuppie greed is

back, my friend.

He points proudly to the ALLIGATOR on his shirt.

Cameron stops listening as BIANCA walks by, and we go SLO

MO. Pure and perfect, she passes Cameron and Michael

without a look.

Cameron is smitten

CAMERON:

That girl -- I --

MICHAEL:

You burn, you pine, you perish?

CAMERON:

Who is she?

MICHAEL:

Bianca Stratford. Sophomore. Don't

even think about it

CAMERON:

Why not?

MICHAEL:

I could start with your haircut, but it

doesn't matter. She's not allowed to

date until her older sister does. And

that's an impossibility.

ENGLISH CLASS - DAY

A room full of bored seniors doodle and scare off into space

MS. BLAISE, the one-step-away-from-medication English

Teacher, tries to remember what she's talking about.

MRS. BLAISE

Well, then. Oh, yes. I guess that

does it for our analysis of The Old Man

and the Sea. Any other comments?

(with dread)

Kat?

Kat, the girl we saw as we entered the school, slowly cakes

off her glasses and speaks up.

KAT:

Why didn't we just read the Hardy Boys?

MRS. BLAISE

I'm sorry?

KAT:

This book is about a guy and his

fishing habit. Not exactly a crucial

topic.

The other students roll their eyes.

KAT:

(continuing)

Frankly, I'm baffled as to why we still

revere Hemingway. He was an abusive,

alcoholic misogynist who had a lot of

cats.

JOEY DORSEY, a well-muscled jock with great cheekbones,

makes fun of her from his row.

JOEY:

As opposed to a bitter self-righteous

hag who has no friends?

A few giggles. Kat ignores him. A practiced gesture

MRS. BLAISE

That's enough, Mr. Dorsey.

Really gets fired up now

KAT:

I guess the school board thinks because

Hemingway's male and an a**hole, he's

worthy of our time

She looks up at Ms. Blaise, who is now fighting with her

pill box.

KAT:

(continuing)

What about Colette? Charlotte Bronte?

Simone de Beauvoir?

Patrick, lounging in his seat in the back row, elbows a

crusty-looking crony, identified by the name SCURVY,

embroidered on his workshirt.

PATRICK:

Mother Goose?

The class titters. Kat wears an expression of intolerance

INT. GUIDANCE COUNSELOR'S OFFICE - DAY

Kat now sits before Miss Perky.

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