| Movie/TV title: 10 Things I Hate About You (1999)
Character name: Kat Stratford | Quote(s): 
*On presenting her literature assignment in front of the class*
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 always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
Walter Stratford: Hello, Katarina. Make anyone cry today?
Kat Stratford: Sadly, no. But it's only 4:30.
Kat Stratford: You're not as vile as I thought you were.
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, nothing.
Walter Stratford: Where's your sister going?
Kat Stratford: She's meeting some bikers. Big ones. Full of sperm.
Walter Stratford: Funny.
Ms. Perky: People perceive you as somewhat...
Kat Stratford: Tempestuous?
Ms. Perky: "Heinous bitch" is the term used most often.
Kat Stratford: You don't always have to be who they want you to be, you know?
Bianca: I happen to like being adored, thank you!
Kat Stratford: Romantic? Hemingway? He was an abusive, alcoholic misogynist who squandered half of his life hanging around Picasso trying to nail his leftovers.
Bianca: Where did you come from? Planet "Loser"?
Kat Stratford: As opposed to Planet "Look At Me, Look At Me"?
Patrick: Not a big talker, huh?
Kat Stratford: Depends on the topic. My fenders don't really whip me into a verbal frenzy.
Kat Stratford: You're not surrounded by your usual cloud of smoke.
Patrick: I know, I quit. Apparently they're bad for you.
Kat Stratford: You think?
Patrick: Some asshole paid me to take out this really great girl.
Kat Stratford: Is that right?
Patrick: Yeah, but I screwed up. I, um, I fell for her.
Ms. Perky: So, I hear you were terrorizing Mr. Morgan's class... again.
Kat Stratford: Expressing my opinion is not a terrorist action.
Ms. Perky: The way you expressed your opinion to Bobby Ridgeway? By the way, his testicle retrieval operation went quite well, in case you're interested.
Kat Stratford: I still maintain that he kicked himself in the balls.
Patrick: Was that a yes?
Kat Stratford: No.
Patrick: Well, then, was that a no?
Kat Stratford: No.
Bianca: People expect me to be there!
Walter Stratford: Kat's not going, you're not going!
Bianca: Why can't you be normal?
Kat Stratford: Define normal.
Bianca: Bogey Lowenstein's party is normal.
Walter Stratford: What's a Bogey Lowenstein?
Kat Stratford: Bogey's party is just a lame excuse for all the idiots at our school to drink beer and rub up against each other in hopes of distracting themselves from the pathetic emptiness of their meaningless...
Bianca, Chastity: ...meaningless, consumer-driven lives.
Bianca: *after Kat has told her that she went out with Joey* How is it possible that I did not know about this?
Kat Stratford: I warned him that if he told anyone, the cheerleading squad would find out how tiny his dick is!
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 me.
Kat Stratford: I'll let you get back to Reginald's quivering member.
Ms. Perky: "Quivering member." I like that.
Ms. Perky: *writing her novel* Undulating with desire, Adrian removes her red...
*breaks concentration, chooses another word*
Ms. Perky: crimson cape, at the site of Reginal's stiff and... Judith! What's another word for "engorged"?
Judith: *disgusted* I'll look it up.
Ms. Perky: Okay.
*thinking of word*
Ms. Perky: Swollen... Turgient...
Kat Stratford: *enters* Tumesent?
Ms. Perky: Perfect!
*after purposefully crashing into a car*
Kat Stratford: Whoops.
Bianca: You suck!
Kat Stratford: *Mocking Bianca* You suck!
Kat Stratford: What is it, Asshole Day?
*talking about the prom*
Kat Stratford: Can you even imagine? Who the hell would go to that antiquated mating-ritual?
Mandella: I would, but I don't have a date.
Kat Stratford: Do you really wanna get all dressed up, so some Drakkar Noir-wearing dexter with a boner can feel you up while you're forced to listen to a band that, by definition, blows?
Kat Stratford: You're looking at this from entirely the wrong perspective. We're making a statement.
Mandella: Oh goody, something new and different for us!
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 me.
Mr. Morgan: Get outta my class.
Kat Stratford: What?
Mr. Morgan: Out. Get out!
Joey: Thanks, Mr. Morgan.
Mr. Morgan: Shut up!
Patrick: Well maybe you're not afraid of me but I'm sure you've thought about me naked, huh?
Kat Stratford: *sarcastically* Am I that transparent? I want you, I *need* you, oh baby, oh baby.
Patrick: Hey there girly. How you doin'?
Kat Stratford: Sweating like a pig actually and yourself?
Patrick: Now there's a way to get a guy's attention huh?
Kat Stratford: My mission in life. But, obviously I struck your fancy so you see it worked. The world makes sense again.
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: I guess in this society, being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time.
Kat Stratford: You are amazingly self-assured, has anyone ever told you that?
Patrick: I tell myself that every day, actually.
Patrick: I thought for sure I was busted when I was climbing out that window, I tell you. So, how did you keep him distracted?
Kat Stratford: I dazzled him with my... wits.
Mandella: Have you seen him?
Kat Stratford: Who?
Mandella: William. He asked me to meet him here.
Kat Stratford: Oh Mandella, please tell me you haven't progressed to full-on hallucinations.
Patrick: *while trying to get Kat go out with him* Well, the night I take you places you've never been before.
Kat Stratford: Like where, the 7-11 on Broadway?
Kat Stratford: *drunk. Leans in close to Patrick* Hey... your eyes have a little green in them.
*Patrick smiles momentarily, then Kat vomits at his feet*
Kat Stratford: *talking to Mr. Chapin in detention* Well, now that you've seen "the plan", I'm gonna go and show "the plan" to someone else.
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 game.
Kat Stratford: *When* I go?
Walter Stratford: Oh, boy. Don't tell me you changed your mind. I already sent 'em a check.
*Kat gasps in surprise, then hugs her father*
Kat Stratford to Patrick - after he asks her out for the first time: Do you even know my name screwboy?
Kat Stratford: We're going now.
Walter Stratford: Alright, wait a minute. No drinking, no drugs, no kissing, no tattoos, no piercings, *no* ritual animal slaughters of any kind. Oh, God, I'm giving them ideas.
Kat Stratford: You can't just buy me a guitar every time you screw up, you know?
Patrick: Yeah, I know. But then, you know, there's always drums, and bass, and maybe even one day a tambourine. | |
| Movie/TV title:
Save the Last Dance (2001)
Character name:
Sara
| Quote(s): Sara: We spend more time defending our relationship than actually having one.
Sara: Asshole.
Chenille: Who? Because in this crowd you're going to have to be a bit more specific.
Sara: Then you must be in the wrong spot because I'm pretty sure there aren't any Negroes here.
Chenille: Ooh!
Sara: You know Snook, you talk a lot of shit for someone who never says anything.
Sara: You know what? Derek and I like each other and if you have a problem with that, then screw you.
*after Sara and Nikki's fight*
Nikki: It ain't over, bitch.
Sara: I don't even know why it started, bitch.
*about Malakai*
Sara: So you're not down with the things he does, but you're still down with him? That makes perfect sense. I understand.
Derek: He's my friend, Sara. You don't have to understand.
Derek: "Stepps" ain't no square dance.
Sara: That's ok, I'll dance in circles, probably around you.
Sara: There's only one world, Chenille.
Chenille: That's what they teach you. We know different.
Sara: Screw you, I'm brilliant and cool.
Derek: You're not quite there yet.
Sara: A lot of people read them.
Derek: People like who? Like you?
*pause*
Derek: Didn't think so.
Sara: I am such a dork!
Chenille: You need to take off that 5th grade dance lookin' top.
Sara: Its from The Gap!
Chenille: Its country and you look country in it!
Derek: Do you get along with your dad? You tight and shit?
Sara: Yeah, we're "tight and shit", our DNA matches.
Chenille: I saw you workin' it out there tonight, girl!
Sara: Oh, yeah... slammin'!
Chenille: Ah-huh! Later!
Sara: *when talking to dad* It's not that I hate you, it's just that I miss her.
Sara: *sobbing* I just want someone there who loves me.
Roy Johnson: *looks up* I love you.
Derek: So was that a good-night, as in, "I'll bust a cap in your ass if you ever darken my doorstep again?"
Sara: No! No, I would never - um, bust a cap in your ass.
Sara: We have an audiance.
Sara: It's about me and him, not about us and other people. | |
| Movie/TV title:
Mona Lisa Smile (2003)
Character name:
 Joan Brandwyn
| Quote(s): Joan Brandwyn: You gave me a C.
Katherine Watson: I'm kind.
Joan Brandwyn: The assignment was to write about Bruegel. That's what I did.
Katherine Watson: No, what you did was copy Strauss.
Joan Brandwyn: I was referencing an expert.
Katherine Watson: If I wanted to know what he thought, I'd buy his book.
Katherine Watson: It says here that you're pre-law. What law school are you going to go to?
Joan Brandwyn: I hadn't really thought about that. After I graduate, I plan on getting married.
Katherine Watson: And then?
Joan Brandwyn: *confused* And then... I'll be married.
Katherine Watson: From the beginning, man has always had the impulse to create are. Can anyone tell me what this?
Joan Brandwyn: "Wounded Bison", Altameera, Spain, about 1500 BC.
Katherine Watson: Very good, Joan. Despite the age of these paintings, they are technically very sophisticated...
Joan Brandwyn: Because of the shading, and the thickness of the lines as it moves over the hump of the bison. Is that right?
Katherine Watson: Yes, that's exactly right. Next slide. This one, you are probably less familiar with. It was discovered by archaeologists in...
Katherine Watson: There are seven law schools within 45 minutes of Philadelphia. You can study and get dinner on the table by 5:00.
Joan Brandwyn: It's too late.
Katherine Watson: No, some of them accept late admissions! Now, I was upset at first, I can tell you that. When Tommy came to me at the dance and told me he was accepted to Penn, I thought, 'Oh God, her fate is sealed! She's worked so hard, how can she throw it all away?' But then I realized you won't have to! You can bake your cake and eat it too! It's just wonderful!
Joan Brandwyn: We're married. We eloped over the weekend. Turned out he was petrified of a bit ceremony, so we did a sort of spur-of-the-moment thing. Very romantic.
*Katherine is stunned*
Joan Brandwyn: It was my choice, not to go. He would have supported it.
Katherine Watson: But you don't have to choose!
Joan Brandwyn: No, I have to. I want a home, I want a family! That's not something I'll sacrifice.
Katherine Watson: No one's asking you to sacrifice that, Joan. I just want you to understand that you can do both.
Joan Brandwyn: Do you think I'll wake up one morning and regret not being a lawyer?
Katherine Watson: Yes, I'm afraid that you will.
Joan Brandwyn: Not as much as I'd regret not having a family, not being there to raise them. I know exactly what I'm doing and it doesn't make me any less smart. This must seem terrible to you.
Katherine Watson: I didn't say that.
Joan Brandwyn: Sure you did. You always do. You stand in class and tell us to look beyond the image, but you don't. To you a housewife is someone who sold her soul for a center hall colonial. She has no depth, no intellect, no interests. You're the one who said I could do anything I wanted. This is what I want.
Joan Brandwyn: I've got a secret to tell you. I got accepted early to Yale Law School.
Betty Warren: To *what*? Why? You don't want to be a lawyer!
Joan Brandwyn: Maybe I do.
Betty Warren: You won't switch brands of cold cream without asking me, but you applied to law school?
Joan Brandwyn: On a lark. We never thought I'd get in.
Betty Warren: Who's 'we'?
Joan Brandwyn: Miss Watson. She practically filled out my application for me.
Betty Warren: You've got to be kidding me. What right does she have? You're getting married!
Joan Brandwyn: First of all, there's no ring on this finger. Second, I can do both. I can!
Betty Warren: You are this close to getting you ever wanted. And this close to losing it. | |
| Movie/TV title:
The Prince & Me (2004)
Character name:
Paige Morgan
| Quote(s): Paige: *in fake English accent* I can offer you beer and pretzel rods, my fine fellow, at the old pub yonder.
Paige: We did King Lear, now we're on the sonnets. Next it's Hamlet, which is about a whiny prince from Denmark. What does that have to do with reality?
Eddie: More than you think.
Paige: Well you're from Denmark. Do you even have princes?
Eddie: Yes, I think we do.
Paige: I've never felt this way before.
Paige: Sometimes I wish I could just fast forward the next five years...
Beth: I hate it when she starts to talk about her life plan.
Paige: He was quoting Shakespeare like some duke, lord guy. I hate phonies like that.
Paige: Oh no.
Eddie: What?
Paige: You didn't tell me you lived with your parents.
Eddie: This Saturday evening there's a party at Brenner hall, a gathering. I was wondering if you would like to accompany me?
Paige: Accompany you?
Eddie: Oh, right, yes, how do you say it colloquially? Um, yo dog, there's a party kicking at my crib if you want to roll down there with me.
Paige: That was just sad, don't ever do that again.
Paige: Could you please put a shirt on or something?
Eddie: If you're going to be a doctor, you're going to have to get used to naked men.
Paige: Are there a lot of princes where you're from, or are you kinda it?
Eddie: I'm it.
Eddie: I have learn'd me to repent the sin of disobedient opposition. To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd and beg your pardon.
Paige: *to Soren* Is he drunk now?
Eddie: It's from a play, Romeo and Juliet? Shakespeare?
Paige: This is going to be a fun semester. Don't forget your half of the supplies next time.
John Morgan: I don't know anyone from Denmark. I've never heard of anyone from there. Have you?
Paige: Yeah, sure.
*long pause*
Paige: Eddie?
Eddie: Um, Kierkegaard, Niels Bohr, Hans Christian Andersen.
John Morgan: *whispers to Mike* Who's Hans Christian Andersen?
Eddie: Um, Lars Ulrich.
Mike Morgan: From Metallica?
Eddie: From Metallica.
Mike Morgan: Get out.
John Morgan: Ok.
Eddie: And, um, Helena Christensen.
John Morgan: Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a second. The Victoria's Secret model?
Eddie: Yes.
Mike Morgan: Ok, that's gotta be the coolest country in the World now.
John Morgan: Seriously, you should be a superpower.
*all burst out laughting*
Eddie: Yes.
Soren: Miss Paige, the Queen would like to see you immediately.
*Soren and Paige walk down hallway to the Queen's office*
Soren: Don't worry. I'll be by your side the entire time.
*Soren and Paige enter the Queen's office*
Queen: Soren, get out.
Soren: Yes, Your Majesty.
*backs off*
Paige: Thanks.
*Soren exits the Queen's office and closes the doors*
Paige: Where's Eddie?
Scotty: Oh, you mean, prince-who-ate-my-triscuits-and-didn't-replace-them?
Eddie: *reading Shakespeare's 148 sonnet* "O me! What eyes hath love put in my head/ Which have no correspondence with true sight?/ Or if they have where is my judgment fled/ That censures falsely what they see aright?" It's beautiful.
Paige: It's gibberish. I have no idea what he's saying.
Eddie: Well, he's saying that love is magical, and that it makes people look at each other in an unspoiled way, without judgment.
Paige: Why doesn't he just say that? Why can't people just say what they mean?
Eddie: Well, people rarely say what they mean. That's the interesting part, is... is what's going on underneath the surface. See, take line. The sun itself sees not until heaven clears. What does that mean to you?
Paige: That the sun can't shine when it's cloudy.
Eddie: No. You're being too literal. See, don't just go for the obvious. See, all these words, they have multiple meanings, and you have to explore the possibilities and then make your choice. See, like the word "sun", that could mean the actual sun, or it can mean light. But then "light" can mean knowledge or reason.
Paige: That could go on forever.
Eddie: Yes. Yes, it could. But I think in this case it means reason. And then "heaven" may refer to the pearly gates, or it could mean a state of being, you know, like being happy or in love. So now read it again, taking in all the possibilities, and tell me what you think it means.
Paige: The sun itself sees not until heaven clears. I guess it means that love blinds you. And when you're in love, you can't think reasonably.
Eddie: Do you agree?
Paige: Yeah... I mean, it's just a poem.
Eddie: Yeah... Yeah, it's just a poem.
Paige: This class is really important to me because I need this teacher to get me into med school. And if I'm stuck with you as my partner, I can't afford to have you screw things up for me, OK?
Eddie: It's very important to me, as well. I love organic chemistry. I've recently discovered that large amounts of alcohol mixed with a carbon-based life form causes the life form to blurt out stupid things. So apologies to the other night. I was just having some fun.
Paige: Of course you were. And I love being made to feel like a brainless slut by some sloppy lush. Thanks.
Paige: Am I supposed to be able to breathe?
Dress Maker: No.
Paige: Oh, well, then it's perfect.
Professor Amiel: One partner is monitoring temperature and flow, while the other pours the hydrochloric acid into the separatory funnel. Now... carefully turn the stopcock to allow some of the solution to flow into the round-bottom flask.
Paige: *the Hydrochloric acid pours out of the funnel and blows up* Oh!
Professor Amiel: *to Paige* Start over again.
Paige: Denmark isn't ready for a Queen like me.
Eddie: Well then they'll have to be. Because I am. | |
| Movie/TV title:
The Omen (2006)
Character name:
Katherine Thorn
| Quote(s): Katherine Thorn: What's the matter, those other kids didn't want to play with you?
Damien: They're afraid...
Katherine Thorn: What's wrong, sweetie? It's just a church, that's all.
Robert Thorn: Is he sick?
Katherine Thorn: *feels Damien's forehead* He's as cold as ice.
Katherine Thorn: Don't let him kill me. | |
| Movie/TV title:
The Bourne Identity (2002)
Die Bourne Identität
Character name:
Nicolette "Nicky" Parsons
| Quote(s): | Nicolette: He killed our man.
Conklin: What, in the apartment?
Nicolette: Yeah.
Conklin: Well, you got to clean that up.
Nicolette: No, I can't clean it up; there's a body in the streets.
Conklin: So?
Nicolette: There's police, this is Paris.
Conklin: Where's your field box?
Nicolette: That's this window right here...
Conklin: Where's your field box?
Nicolette: It's right there. The system's gone haywire... Dining room window?
*the power shuts down, the lights go off*
Nicolette: It's Bourne, isn't it? | |
| Movie/TV title:
The Bourne Supremacy (2004)
Die Bourne Verschwörung Character name:
Nicolette "Nicky" Parsons
| Quote(s): Nicolette "Nicky" Parsons: He was trying to sell out a mole or something, but you got to him first.
Jason Bourne: *surprised* I killed him?
Nicolette "Nicky" Parsons: Jason, please don't hurt me.
Jason Bourne: What were my words? What did I say? I said leave me alone.
Nicolette "Nicky" Parsons: Jason I know, I told them I believed you.
Jason Bourne: I'm gonna ask you some simple questions. You're gonna tell me the truth or I swear to God I'm gonna kill ya.
Nicolette "Nicky" Parsons: They know you were there.
Jason Bourne: Stop, stop! A week ago, I was 4,000 miles away, in India, watching Marie die. They came for me, and they killed her instead. This ends now.
Nicolette "Nicky" Parsons: *panicking while being interrogated by Bourne* Your first assignment was in Geneva...
Jason Bourne: *slams Nicky against a wall* You fucking people!
Tom Cronin: He's making his first mistake.
Nicolette "Nicky" Parsons: It's not a mistake. They don't make mistakes. They don't do random. There's always an objective. Always a target.
Pamela Landy: The objectives and targets always came from us. Who's giving them to him now?
Nicolette "Nicky" Parsons: Scary version? He is.
| |
| Movie/TV title:
The Bourne Ultimatum (2007)
Das Bourne Ultimatum
Character name:
Nicolette "Nicky" Parsons
| Quote(s): Noah Vosen: Nicky, I need you to stay put and secure the premises. Backup will be arriving in approximately one hour. Do you copy?
Nicolette "Nicky" Parsons: Copy sir.
*Noah hangs up phone*
Jason Bourne: How long do I have?
Nicolette "Nicky" Parsons: Three minutes.
Jason Bourne: Why are you helping me?
Nicolette "Nicky" Parsons: It was difficult... for me... with you. You... really don't remember, do you?
Jason Bourne: No.
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