Bianca: You suck! Kat Stratford: [Mocking Bianca] You suck
Patrick: Someone still has her panties in a twist. Kat Stratford: Don't, for one minute, think that you had any effect whatsoever on my panties. Patrick: Then what did I have an effect on? Kat Stratford: Other than my upchuck reflex, nothi
Kat Stratford: I'll let you get back to Reginald's quivering member. Ms. Perky: "Quivering member." I like that
Cameron: You embarrassed the girl. Sacrifice yourself on the alter of dignity and even the score.
Mr. Morgan: [after reading Shakespearean sonnet] Now, I know Shakespeare's a dead white guy, but he knows his shit, so we can overlook that. I want you all to write your own version of this sonnet. [Kat raises her hand in the background] Mr. Morgan: Yes, Miss "I Have An Opinion About Everything
Bianca: Has the fact that you're completely psycho managed to escape your attention?
[after purposefully crashing into a car] Kat Stratford: Whoops
Walter Stratford: I'm down, I've got the 411, and you are not going out and getting jiggy with some boy, I don't care how dope his ride is. My momma didn't raise no foo'!
Walter Stratford: My insurance does not cover PMS! Kat Stratford: Well then, tell them I had a seizure
Patrick: What is it with this chick? She have beer-flavored nipples?
Walter Stratford: You know fathers don't like to admit it when their daughters are capable of running their own lives. It means we've become spectators. Bianca still let's me play a few innings - you've had me on the bench for years. When you go to Sarah Lawrence, I won't even be able to watch the
[when asked if he'll date Katarina] Wimpy Loser: Maybe if we were the last two people alive, and there were no sheep. Are there sheep
Ms. Perky: Patrick Verona. I see we're making our visits a weekly ritual. Patrick: Only so we can have these moments together. Should I, uh, hit the lights? Ms. Perky: Oh, very clever, kangaroo boy. Says here you exposed yourself in the cafeteria? Patrick: I was joking with the lunch lady. It was
Chastity: I know you can be overwhelmed, and you can be underwhelmed, but can you ever just be whelmed? Bianca: I think you can in Europe
Bianca: Can't you just find some blind, deaf retard to take you to the movies so I can have one date? Kat Stratford: I'm sorry. Looks like you'll just have to miss out on the witty repartee of Joey "eat me" Donner
Kat Stratford: Romantic? Hemingway? He was an abusive, alcoholic misogynist who squandered half of his life hanging around Picasso trying to nail his leftovers.
Michael: These delusionals are your White Rastas. Uh, they're big Marley fans, they think they're black, semi-political, but mostly... Cameron: Smoke a lot of weed
Mr. Chapin: You look pretty nervous. kid in detention: Yes, sir. Mr. Chapin: You're sweating like a pig. kid in detention: Yes, sir. Mr. Chapin: You're eyes are all... bloodshot. kid in detention: Yes, sir. Mr. Chapin: You've got pot, don't you? [the kid pulls out a bag] Mr. Chapin: I'm confiscati
Kat Stratford: I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're alw
Walter Stratford: What are the two house rules? Number One: No dating till you graduate. Number Two: No dating till you graduate.
Joey: Your sister here? Kat Stratford: Stay away from my sister. Joey: Oh, I'll stay away from your sister, but I can't guarantee she'll stay away from m
Kat Stratford: You are amazingly self-assured, has anyone ever told you that? Patrick: I tell myself that every day, actually
Kat Stratford: Tell me something true. Patrick: Something true... I hate peas. Kat Stratford: No, something real, something no one else knows. Patrick: Okay, you're sweet, and sexy, and completely hot for
[Two guys are fighting in his house, making a mess] Bogey Lowenstien: You guys, please! Take it outside! [They smash through a window] Bogey Lowenstien: Thank y
Joey: [holding up headshots] Which one do you like better? Bianca: Umm, I think I like the white shirt better. Joey: Yeah, it's-it's more... Bianca: Pensive? Joey: Damn, I was going for thought
Patrick: Leave it to you to use big words when you're smashed.
Walter Stratford: And I'll get to sleep at night. The deep slumber of a father whose daughters aren't out being impregnated.
Mr. Morgan: I know how difficult it must be for you to overcome all those years of upper middle-class suburban oppression. Must be tough. But the next time you storm the PTA crusading for better... lunch meat, or whatever it is you white girls complain about, ask them WHY they can't buy a book wri
Cameron: Well, you don't know. She could, uh, she could need a day to cool off. [they all duck as a soccer ball flies past them] Patrick: Maybe tw
Patrick: Not a big talker, huh? Kat Stratford: Depends on the topic. My fenders don't really whip me into a verbal frenzy