10 Things I Hate About You Page #26

story about your coiffure...

He mock stabs himself with a pencil as she giggles and

smacks his hand away.

CAMERON:

(continuing)

I figured you'd get to the good stuff

eventually.

BIANCA:

What good stuff?

CAMERON:

The "real you".

BIANCA:

Like my fear of wearing pastels?

He looks stricken.

BIANCA:

(continuing)

I'm kidding.

(beat)

You know how sometimes you just become

this "persona"? And you don't know how

to quit?

CAMERON:

(matter of fact)

No

BIANCA:

Okay -- you're gonna need to learn how

to lie.

INT. HALLWAY - DAY

Mandella struggles with the lock on her locker. Finally, it

opens.

Hanging inside is a beautiful DRESS, inspired by the 16th

Century. Mandella slowly unpins a NOTE from the dress.

INSERT - "0 FAIR ONE. JOIN ME AT THE PROM. I WILL BE

WAITING. LOVE, WILLIAM S."

Mandella's agog. Trevor walks by and sees her holding the

dress.

TREVOR:

You're gonna look splendiferous in

that, Mandella.

Mandella looks up sharply, shaken from her reverie.

TREVOR:

(continuing)

that's cool to say.

Mandella grins It is

MANDELLA:

INT. STRATFORD HOUSE/DEN - DAY

Sharon is at her computer, Walter at his exercise bike

SHARON:

Would you rather be ravished by a

pirate or a British rear admiral?

WALTER:

Pirate -- no question.

Bianca enters and walks over to Walter

BIANCA:

Daddy, I want to discuss the prom with

you. It's tomorrow night --

WALTER:

The prom? Kat has a date?

BIANCA:

No, but

WALTER:

It's that hot rod Joey, right? That ' s

who you want me to bend my rules for?

BIANCA:

He's not a "hot rod". Whatever that

is.

WALTER:

You're not going unless your sister

goes. End of story.

BIANCA:

Fine. I see that I'm a prisoner in my

own house. I'm not a daughter. I'm a

possession!

Bianca storms out.

WALTER:

(calling out)

You know what happens at proms?

Sharon stops her typing and looks up at Walter

SHARON:

They'll dance, they'll kiss, they'll

come home. Let her go.

WALTER:

Kissing? Is that what you think

happens? Kissing isn't what keeps me up

to my elbows in placenta all day.

INT. BIANCA'S ROOM - NIGHT

Bianca lies on her bed. MTV blares. A KNOCK sounds.

BIANCA:

Come in.

Kat enters and sits down on the bed, muting the TV.

KAT:

(kindly)

Listen, I know you hate having to sit

home because I'm not Susie High School.

BIANCA:

Like you care.

KAT:

I do care. But I'm a firm believer in

doing something for your own reasons,

not someone else ' s .

BIANCA:

I wish I had that luxury. I'm the only

sophomore that got asked to the prom and

I can't go, because you won ' t.

Kat clears her throat

KAT:

Joey never told you we went out, did

he?

BIANCA:

What?

KAT:

In 9th. For a month

BIANCA:

(confused)

Why?

KAT:

(self-mocking)

He was, like, a total babe

BIANCA:

But you hate Joey

KAT:

Now I do. Back then, was a different

story.

BIANCA:

As in...

Kat takes a deep breath.

KAT:

He said everyone was doing it. So I

did it.

BIANCA:

You did what?

KAT:

(continuing on)

Just once. Afterwards, I told him I

didn't want to anymore. I wasn't ready.

He got pissed. Then he broke up with

me.

Bianca stares at her, dumbfounded

BIANCA:

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