10 Things I Hate About You Page #8

MISS PERKY:

I'm at a loss, then. What should we

talk about? Your year of absence?

He smiles his charming smile

PATRICK:

How 'bout your sex life?

She tolerates his comment with her withering glance.

MISS PERKY:

Why don't we discuss your driving need

to be a hemorrhoid?

PATRICK:

What's to discuss?

MISS PERKY:

You weren't abused, you aren't stupid,

and as far as I can tell, you're only

slightly psychotic -- so why is it that

you're such a f***-up?

PATRICK:

Well, you know -- there's the prestige

of the job title... and the benefits

package is pretty good...

The bell RINGS.

MISS PERKY:

Fine. Go do something repugnant and

give us something to talk about next

week.

INT. TUTORING ROOM - DAY

Several pairs of tutors and students sit at the various

desks.

Mandella sits with TREVOR, a White Rasta. She attempts to

get him to do geometry, but he stares at her, as if smitten

MANDELLA:

Look, it's really easy.

TREVOR:

You're a freedom fighter. Be proud,

sister.

Mandella sets down her pencil and closes the book.

MANDELLA:

(rotely)

It's Mandella with two L's. I am not

related to Nelson Mandela. I am not a

political figure. I do not live in

South Africa. My parents just spent a

few too many acid trips thinking they

were revolutionaries.

TREVOR:

But you freed our people

MANDELLA:

Your "people" are white, suburban high

school boys who smoke too much hemp. I

have not freed you, Trevor.

(grabbing his arm

dramatically)

Only you can free yourself.

ACROSS THE ROOM Bianca and Cameron sit side by side, cozy as

can be

BIANCA:

C'esc ma tete. This is my head

CAMERON:

Right. See? You're ready for the

quiz.

BIANCA:

I don't want to know how to say that

though. I want to know useful things.

Like where the good stores are. How

much does champagne cost? Stuff like

Chat. I have never in my life had to

point out my head to someone.

CAMERON:

That's because it's such a nice one.

BIANCA:

Forget French.

She shuts her book and puts on a seductive smile

BIANCA:

(continuing)

How is our little Find the Wench A Date

plan progressing?

CAMERON:

Well, there's someone I think might be

--

Bianca's eyes light up

BIANCA:

Show me

INT. HALLWAY - DAY

Cameron and Bianca lean against the wall -inconspicuously.

Bianca plays it cool.

BIANCA:

Give me a sign when he walks by. And

don't point.

The bell RINGS. Kids flood past. Then Patrick saunters by

with Scurvy. Cameron nudges Bianca.

CAMERON:

There.

BIANCA:

Where?

Out of desperation, Cameron awkwardly lunges across

Patrick's path. Patrick shoves him back against the wall

without a thought. Cameron lands in a THUD at Bianca's

feet.

CAMERON:

I guess he didn't see me

(calling after

Patrick)

Some other time --

Bianca watches Patrick, a wicked gleam in her eye.

BIANCA:

My God, he's repulsive. He's so

perfect!

INT. GYM CLASS - DAY

Several volleyball games are being played.

Joey and a member of his hulking entourage, approach

Patrick, who still manages to look cool, even in gym

clothes. They pull him aside roughly.

PATRICK:

(shrugging them

off)

What?

Joey points

JOEY See that girl?

Patrick follows his line of vision to Kat as she spikes the

ball into some poor cowboy's face.

PATRICK:

Yeah

JOEY:

What do you think?

Kat wins the game and high fives the others, who are scared

of her.

PATRICK:

Two legs, nice rack...

JOEY:

Yeah, whatever. I want you to go out

with her.

PATRICK:

Sure, Sparky. I'll get right on it.

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