10 Things I Hate About You Page #21

others enter. The White Rastas are first.

DEREK:

Kat, my lady, you sway to the rhythm of

my heart.

He grabs her hand and kisses it as she pulls it away.

CLEM, a cowboy, enters, high-fiving Derek with new-found

friendliness.

CLEM:

Yippe kai-aye, bra.

(to Kat)

Dance for me, cowgirl.

He sits next to Derek

CLEM:

(continuing)

Okay, now tell me again why he didn't

shoot the deputy?

DEREK:

Because the deputy meant him no harm,

my friend. It was only the sheriff that

was the oppressor.

Joey saunters in and takes his seat.

JOEY:

Kat, babe, you were on fire.

Mrs. Blaise enters and sits at her desk

MRS. BLAISE

Well now, did everyone have a good

weekend?

JOEY:

Maybe we should ask Verona

Patrick enters, late, and slinks to his desk. Kat looks up,

down and around, everywhere but at Patrick.

Mrs. Blaise tries to remember what she's supposed to talk

about.

MRS. BLAISE

Okay then. Well.

(beat)

Oh, yes

She clears her throat.

MRS. BLAISE

(continuing)

I'd like you all to write your own

version of Shakespeare's Sonnet #141.

Groans.

MRS. BLAISE

(continuing)

Any form you'd like. Rhyme, no rhyme,

whatever. I'd like to see you elaborate

on his theme, however. Let's read it

aloud, shall we? Anyone?

The class is frozen in apathy.

MRS. BLAISE

(continuing)

Derek?

Ms. Blaise hands him the sonnet. He shifts uncomfortably in

his seat. Then grins.

DEREK:

(reading; in his

Rasta stoner drawl)

In faith, I do not love thee with mine

eyes/ For they in thee a thousand errors

note/ But 'tis my heart that loves what

they despise/ Who in despite of view is

pleas 'd to dote.

In the back of the room Clem raises his hand

CLEM:

Ms. Blaise, can I get the bathroom

pass? Damn if Shakespeare don't act as

a laxative on my person.

INT. KENNY'S THAI FOOD DINER - DAY

Kat and Mandella scrape the peanuts out of their sauce.

MANDELLA:

You went to the party? I thought we

were officially opposed to suburban

social activity.

KAT:

I didn't have a choice.

MANDELLA:

You didn't have a choice? Where's Kat

and what have you done with her?

KAT:

I did Bianca a favor and it backfired.

MANDELLA:

You didn't

KAT:

I got drunk. I puked. I got rejected.

It was big fun.

Patrick enters, walking to the counter to order. He sees Kat

and smiles.

PATRICK:

Hey

She gathers her things and bolts out the door. Patrick

looks at Mandella, who shrugs and follows Kat.

INT. BIOLOGY CLASS - DAY Cameron and Michael flank Patrick

at his lab table

MICHAEL:

So you got cozy with she who stings?

PATRICK:

No - I've got a sweet-payin' job that

I'm about to lose.

CAMERON:

What'd you do to her?

PATRICK:

I don ' t know.

(beat)

I decided not to nail her when she was

too drunk to remember it.

Michael and Cameron look at each other in realization, then

turn back to Patrick.

CAMERON:

You realize this puts the whole operation in peril.

PATRICK:

No sh*t. She won't even look at me

CAMERON:

Why can't you just tell her you're sorry?

Patrick's expression says that this is not a possibility.

Michael makes a time out sign with his hands.

MICHAEL:

I'm on it

INT. HALLWAY - DAY

Mandella is at her locker. Drawings of William Shakespeare

adorn the door. She looks at them with a sigh, then ties

her silk scarf tightly around her neck, in an attempt to cut

off her air supply.

Michael walks up.

MICHAEL:

Hey there. Tired of breathing?

MANDELLA:

(shyly, as she

loosens the scarf)

Hi.

MICHAEL:

Cool pictures. You a fan?

MANDELLA:

Yeah. I guess.

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