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Previously on 10 Things
I Hate About You...

Chastity, I have
something to tell you.

I'm the one who kissed Joey.

Kat, just get in the car
and drive.

I will see you
at school tomorrow!

I heard some good news today.
Someone got suspended.

Who was it again?
Oh, that's right,

it was you.

Thanks to you, I'm still
an Ivy League candidate.

You're also a liar.
What?

This whole time,
you've been telling me this
is about your principles.

You forgot to mention
your principles drive
a motorcycle.

So it was Patrick's bag.

That's not why I left.

Dad!

Creamed corn for breakfast?
You know, corn comes in
these cool little flakes now.

I'm not going to eat it.

I'm going
to pour it in the toilet
and tell Dad I threw up.

Ah, trying to stay home
from school.

Use minestrone.
It's more believable.

Do we have any?

If I show my face,

Chastity will torture me
for being with Joey.

Ha, got you.

Morning, Dad.
Hi, Daddy.

Morning, sweetie.
Creamed corn for breakfast?

Uh, yeah. I was in the mood
for something creamy.

Let me heat it up.
Otherwise, it might
end up in the toilet.

Go get ready.
Since your sister lost
her driving privileges,

I'm taking you to school.

And I'll be riding the bus,

which is totally fair.

I accept my punishment
without protest.

Dad, enough with
the silent treatment.

How can I earn your trust back?
Drug test? Polygraph?

I'll do anything.

Okay. Stop seeing
that deep-voiced man-boy.

Patrick Verona and I
are not seeing each other.

And even if we were,
which we're not,

you can't just
tell me to stop.

Oh, I thought I could.

Let's compare copies
of the parents' handbook.

Oh, wait. You don't have one.

It's not his fault
I got suspended.

I see. He's not the killer.

He just happens to be around
whenever a body shows up.

Kat, you lied to me.

You didn't do that
before you met him.
I didn't lie.

I just didn't mention it
because I didn't want you
to overreact.

I was trying to prevent this.

So you were just
being considerate.

Pardon me
for not saying thank you.

I don't trust him.

Forget about him. Trust me.

That's the problem.

Now I don't trust you
around him.

Dad, you don't even know him.

You're right. I should
get to know him better.

Invite him over for dinner.

You can't be serious.

Five alive, I've been
looking for you all morning.

You won't believe
this awesome dream
I had last night.

I had just shaved my chest,

and you were
rubbing warm oil--

Joey, no PDA.

Why not? Chastity knows
we're together now.

Because I had a dream, too,

where she assaulted me
with a frozen yogurt

and then threatened
to kill me.

Oh, wait. Not a dream.

Relax. It's been
a whole weekend.

I'm sure she's over it by now.

Here she comes.

No, seriously though,
your hair looks amazing.

It's like this peaceful
waterfall of wonderful.

That's exactly
what I was going for.

Hi, Chastity.

Love the new look.

See? She didn't even
say anything.

I told you she'd be over it.

Joey, you don't
understand girls at all.

I'm being iced out.

Come here.

Later.
Later.

Hey, Cameron.
Boy, you're hard to find.

I've got some bad news.

You've made
the superlatives page.

Oh, let me guess.
Most likely to fart
during an oral report.

No, nothing like that.

You're Mr. Dependable.

No, that's worse.
Really?

That's hard to believe.

Mr. Dependable?

I'll be forever
pegged as a doormat.

And why "Mister"?

It sounds
vaguely emasculating.

Come on, it's not that bad.

Mr. Rogers. Mr. Belvedere.

There's Mr. T.
I pity the fool
who forgets him.

Girls don't want to date
Mr. Dependable.

They want to date
Mr. Quarterback
or Mr. Sixpack

or Mr. Stupid Jerk.

Some girls
would appreciate a guy

who's dependable enough
to respond to a simple
text message.

Oh, Lexie.

You know about the photo shoot.

You've been anointed
Ms. Dependable.

Me? You're kidding.

This is Cameron.
He's Mr. Dependable.

I hear they're calling us
the dream team.

Funny.

Well, I'll see you
at the shoot then, Mister.

Look at you,

getting your flirt on.

I don't know
where that came from.

Dream team.

Hi, everyone.

I brought everyone
chocolate chip cookies--

warm, right out of
the cafeteria oven.

Come on, Chastity's
not even here.

Does anyone hear
a little mosquito
buzzing around?

It's so annoying.

I wish it would go away.

Look, I'm sorry
for what happened.
I really am.

I just want
to be friends again.

Yeah, can't we--
You should have thought of that
before you broke the girl code.

But Joey and Chastity
were already broken up.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure
the girl code says

you can date a friend's ex
if she's moved on.

But you need
permission first.

And at least
two witnesses.

But then nobody
could date anybody.

Okay, the girl code
clearly states, and I quote,

even if the first girl
gives permission,

she could just be saying it
without meaning it,

so the second girl
should be sensitive enough

not to force the first girl
to spell it out,

thus making her feel worse.

End quote.

Okay, Miss South Carolina,
that made no sense.

Let me make it
clear for you.

You violated a sacred trust,

and now none of us wants
to be friends with you anymore.

Right, girls?
Mm-hm.

I get it.
I'm in Siberia.

But can't you just
leave me one friend?

How about Dawn? You always said
her voice was too nasal.

I'll do anything--

Wash your uniform,
flat-iron your hair,
just name it.

I don't know. How about
you break up with Joey?

What?

But there has to be
something else.

Nope, that's it.
That's what you have to do.

You break up with him,
and I'll give you
your life back.

Mm, cookies.

Yummy.

Mandela.

Hey.

Hey.
I was looking for you
at lunch today.

I feel like I haven't
seen you in ages.

It's kind of hard,
trying to make time
for friends

when you're in
a new relationship.

Patrick Verona and I
are not in a new
relationship.

We hung out twice.
Who knows if I'll ever
hear from him again?

Well, I--

Hey.

I just need two seconds.

It's fine. I got to go anyway.

Call you later.

I just got your text.

What's this stupid thing
you want to ask me?

Okay. You know
how my dad is insane.

He made me watch a slide show

of some chick giving birth,
so yeah.

Now he wants you
to come to dinner.
I'll pass.

I told you it was stupid,
but he's afraid you're
a bad influence on me.

Huh. I wonder why.

Look, if you don't come over,

he says we can't hang out.

He never has to know.

This is really, like,
high school 101.

But my dad doesn't
trust me anymore,

and I'm not going
to lie to him again.

It's just lasagna.
In or out?

I don't do family dinners.

So that's your answer?
Yup.

Fine. See you around.

Oh, hi, honey.
How was your day?

Did you invite the man-boy?
He's not coming to dinner.

He didn't want to submit
to the Inquisition.

Are you happy now?
Of course I'm not happy.

Kat, if this boy
really liked you,
he'd make the effort.

Thank you for saying that
out loud, Dad.

That really makes me feel
so much better.

Oh, Kat.

Bianca.

Dawn, can we talk?

We can't.
This is killing me,

but if Chastity finds out,
she will ice me out too,

and last year, Jenny Young
got iced out so bad,
she had to move.

I don't want to move.
Our house has a pool.

But I miss you so much.

Yesterday, John Gosselin
did something super skeevy,

and I had nobody
to share it with.

Oh, my God,
this is so not fair.

Can't we figure
something out?

I mean, you're on
my maid of honor short list.

Oh, my God.
You're on my short list.

Maybe you should dump Joey.

You've only been dating a week,

and we're going to be
at each other's weddings.

But he's so cute,
and I like him so much.

But I'll be there for you
every step of your sadness.

We'll pig out
and watch trash TV,

and before you know it,
you'll be on to the next guy.

I'd hug you, but Chastity
might smell you on me.

Well, well, well,
Ms. Dependable.

We meet again.

Mr. D.

What a surprise.

I was wondering whether
you've selected your attire

for tomorrow's festivities.

I would hate for us
to clash.

Well, why don't I
give you my number,

and you can call me tonight
and we will work something out.

Oh, hey, can I borrow
a pen and a piece of paper?

Yeah, I just--
I need to write this down
before it smudges.

It's a girl's number.

I am on fire.

Hey, Five-o, did you hear?

We were just named
cutest couple.

I was just putting together
a list of poses that best
convey cutest.

Joey, you really
shouldn't be doing that.

But I'm a model.
It's what I do.

No, I mean I told them
we can't accept the honor.

But who's cuter than us?
No one.

Chastity's convinced
all the other cheerleaders

that I'm breaking
the girl code.

The thing is,

I have to choose
between my friends and you.

Man, that sucks.

Wait, you're not
choosing me?

Joey, this past week with you
has been amazing.

But we're just
high school sweethearts.

Who knows if we'd even
last till prom?

But high school girlfriends
last forever.

Okay. First of all,
you're not choosing me?

But I'm Joey Donner,
captain of the football team.

Plus, they just voted me
best profile

and whitest teeth
and flattest abs.

And further plus...

I'm a good guy.

I'm sorry.

Okay, then.

But just think about this--

If your friends
were really your friends,

would they make you choose?

I can't believe
you didn't pick me.

Joey, wait.

Hi, Dad.

What's all this?

Just making some dinner.

Bianca's not hungry,
so that just means
more for us.

Ham? You don't eat ham.

No, but Patrick Verona does.

I asked him what he wanted
for dinner,

and he said ham.

He's coming here?

Yes. He confessed
that the reason
he freaked out yesterday

is because
he's starting to feel
such strong feelings for me.

He felt really vulnerable.

He said that?
Mm.

Vulnerable.

With his deep voice.

Mm-hm.

Honestly, Dad,
asking him to dinner

is the best thing that
could have happened to us.

It's pushed us into
this whole new level
of intimacy,

so thank you.

Oh, there he is.

Can you get that?
I have to check the ham.

Look at me,
using a meat thermometer.

Hey, Dr. Stratford.

Hey, babe.
Mm, I smell ham.

Okay, enough of that.

I have a fork,
and I'm not afraid to use it.

So Patrick, tell me
about your family.

My dad's a tattoo artist.

In fact,
when he gets out of debt,

he wants to open
his own shop.

He's kind of a dreamer.

Oh. I see.

And does your mom work?

Yes, sir.

I guess you could
call her a dancer.

Honey, broccoli?
No. I don't eat
anything green.

Right.

So what are you interested
in studying at school?

Well, I've always wanted
to be an astronaut.

An astronaut? Really?

I hope you're working hard
at science and math.

Mm. Well, my back-up plan
is to bum around Europe.

How fun would that be?

Not as much fun as college.

But, Dad, I could
defer for a year.

Get a little life experience
under my belt.

Nothing goes under your belt.

We'll talk about this later.

So Dr. Stratford,
can I ask you something?
Sure.

You're a gyno.
What's up with that?

What do you mean?

I mean, isn't it weird?

Like, do you ever run into

one of your patients
at the market

and think "Ooh"?

That's it.
Okay, it's not weird.

And I can't believe
you asked me that
at the dinner table.

Not only are you
nowhere near qualified
to be an astronaut,

you are nowhere near qualified
to see my daughter. Get out.

Get out.

What's so funny?

Dad, we made all of that up.
You've been punked.

That went well.

He deserved that.

Was that true
about your parents?

Just one of them.

Hey.

Who did this?

Oh, it wasn't me.

But whoever did it should know
that I'm a huge fan.

Huge.

Chastity, I get it.
I'm dating your ex.

And even though I've
apologized multiple times,

I understand why
you're mad at me.

But what I don't understand
is why the rest of you
are icing me out.

Oh, my God.
We had this conversation.
The girl code, remember?

Or do you need
another recitation?

Brittany, who loaned you
a fresh pair of shorts
when you needed them the most?

You did.

And, Caitlin, who stopped you
from cutting your own bangs?

You did.

And, Dawn, have you forgotten
all of our fun adventures?

Our web kiss,
our raging party.

Those were fun adventures.

Okay, okay, okay.
Yeah. We get it.

I thought you guys
were my friends.

I broke up with Joey
so we could stay friends.

Aww!
Aww!

And then, a second later,

I got back together
with him,

because I realized
real friends would never
make me choose

between them
and my totally hot,
wonderful new boyfriend.

And that concludes
this amateur production

of Sisterhood of
the Traveling Pants.
Thank you.

Oh, here they are--
our cutest couple,
right on time.

Mandela.

Yeah, hi. Kat, this is--

Oh, no, no, no. Hell, no.

You did not tell me she was
going to take the picture.

I told you, Baby,
we're just good friends.

Friends? Uh-uh.
She's no friend of mine.

Why did she
just spit on me?

That's my new girlfriend,
baby.

She's sweet, but crazy jealous.

Is it weird I find it hot?

Hello? Mandy, I'm waiting.

I'm sure she'll calm down,
some day, but in the mean time,

it's probably best
if we don't talk.

This is just
plain disrespectful.
I'm out of here.

Baby, wait.

Good luck with Patrick.

Ms. D,

we are eagerly
awaiting your presence
at the photo shoot.

Now, I don't know if
you got any of my voice mails

or text messages last night,

but I did indeed go

with the khaki pants
and a sports jacket,

so that should go
with just about anything.

Any-hoo, this is Mr. D,
signing off.

Okay, Dependables, you're up.

But Lexie isn't here yet,

and she hasn't returned
any of my calls.

I'm worried she may not
be that dependable after all.

Oh, you mean Lexie Greenburg.

Yeah, Kat got her confused
with Lexie Greenblatt.

She's our real Ms. Dependable.

Okay. Not a loss.

It's fine. It's totally fine.

I flirted with a cute girl,
and she gave me her number.

I call that a step
in the right direction.

Whatever, dude.
Let's just take the picture.
Come on. Let's go.

Come on, come on.

Hey, thanks, Kat.

I smell ham.

Hey. Just wanted to make sure
your dad didn't lock you
in the basement.

Luckily, we don't have one,

but it's still kind of tense.

You know what?
I think it's cool
how upset he gets about you.

It shows how much he cares.

Guess what.

Congratulations,
you guys were named
Cutest Couple.

People love their Katrick.

No.

You made
the right decision, Fiver.

I'll be your best friend
and your boyfriend.

Thanks, Joey,
but it's not the same.

See, when I get
a text from you,

who am I going to talk to
about how long I should wait
till I text you back?

And how am I going
to dissect your every move?

It's not as much fun
if I do it with you.

Hey, Bianca.
We're making a smoothie run.
You want to come?

What about Chastity?

We told her
that you're our friend,

and we're not
going to ice you out.

Still, we should
grab some for Chastity.

Well, I'm just saying.

Are you okay if I--

Go, have fun.
I'll call you later.

Hey, guys, wait up.

Oh, my God. I am so
going to mention this moment
in my toast at your wedding.

Are we going
to talk about this?

Dad, you're an adult.
Use your words.

What you did to me last night
was very mean-spirited.

Hey, you started it.

Really? How so?

You made me invite Patrick
over for dinner

because you were hoping
it would scare him off.

Don't be preposterous.

And even if I did,
can you blame me?

You were disobeying rules,

getting into trouble,
disregarding me--

I'm not going to
just sit by and watch

while your life
spirals out of control.

I'm your father.
I know.

But if you keep this up,
I'll be forced to go
underground and lie,

like every other teenager.

Then you really
won't be able to trust me.

Is that what you want?

God, no.

Why is this happening?

Nothing's happening.
I'm just growing up.

Well, stop.

You were always the one
I never had to worry about,
but now...

I have no idea how to do this.
Your mom...

There is no parent's handbook.

I just made that up.

Really?

Dad, you're a great father.
You've raised me well.

I'm not going
to surround myself
with shady people.

You said yourself
you don't even know this guy.

I don't. But if I learn
he's bad news, he's gone.
I promise you.

I'm still not happy.
That dinner was scary.

You're telling me.

I made a ham.

Want to watch the game?