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10 Things I Hate About You...

You betrayed me.

It's not personal.
It's just politics.

I'm on The Biggest Poser.

I leave for New York tomorrow!

The only thing the show's going
to change is my address,

not the way I feel about you.

I thought we both
wanted to do this.

Just because
I want to have sex

doesn't mean I should.

We had a huge fight.
I think it's over.

I'm glad I caught you
before you left for Nepal.

He didn't try to stop me.

Okay, let's review the details

of our annual sexy carwash
fundraiser.

Are we sexy?
Check.

Have we bought soap,
sponges, and buckets?

Check.
Have we made posters?

Yep, Dawn's hard at work
with the glitter gun.

Have we approved
Michelle's bikini?

I refuse to repeat last year's
wardrobe malfunction.

Approved. We even did
a stress test.

You are so efficient

and pleasant to deal with.

I am sick of Michelle.

I think it's time for
a new vice head cheerleader,

and her name is
Bianca Stratford.

Oh, my God, really?

That would be
a dream come true,

page nine actually,

but can you just do that?

Thank God cheerleading
isn't a democracy.

The only opinion that matters
is mine.

You are my favorite dictator.

Michelle.

Chastity. Bianca.

Michelle, Kaitlin.

Bianca, Chastity.
Okay, enough.

Well, we should probably be
getting to class.

Okay.
See you guys later.

Bye.

Bye.
Bye.

Did you see that?

They stopped talking
the second they saw us.

Well, so did we...

because we were talking
about them.

Oh, my God, do you think
they heard about my promotion?

It doesn't matter.

They were already planning
a coup d'état

the moment we walked up.

Do they not realize
who they're up against?

I am this school's
Tony Soprano.

Bianca, oh,
we are taking them down.

Oh, yeah.

Hi, I'm Kat Stratford.

I'm a big fan
of your university,
huge, actually.

Congratulations.

Thanks. Would you like
a prospectus?

I've got one already.

I like to flip through it
and daydream,

not in a sad,
socially-maladjusted way.

My mom went to Brown,

and she always talked
about how much she loved
her time there.

So you're a legacy.
That improves your chances.

No favoritism, please.
I think I deserve admission
on my own merits.

Sir, William Blankenship.
Allow me to cut to the chase.

I know at most you'll accept
one student from this school,

and I would like to be
that student.

No, I would like to be
that student.

He would like to push
my buttons.

No, I would like to go
to Brown.

My mother went there.
Best time of her life.

Does that make me a legacy?

We try not to view
college admissions
as a competition.

Just so you know,
I turned my car
into a bio-diesel.

I speak fluent Cantonese.

I enacted Meatless Mondays.

I'm student body president.

He is not.
We haven't even voted yet.

I'm running unopposed.

Not anymore.

Kat.

Can you take down
a few of your posters?

There's not enough room
on these walls for my posters,
too.

I know.

It's hard when two such
important events are going on
at the same time.

Why don't you just cancel
your super-offensive
sexy carwash?

Because Dad's out of town.

This may be my polka dot
bikini's only chance to see
the sun.

Don't look now.
It's Patrick.

I don't care.

I've moved on.

Really, don't look

unless you want to see
Patrick looking super buff
in his white T-shirt.

All right,
later.

Hey.
Hi.

As you can see,
I didn't go to Nepal.

Bianca begged me not to.
It was pathetic.

So you're still
a fellow inmate, huh?

Yep, but I don't want us
to have to avoid each other

in the prison yard.

Just because we broke up,
doesn't mean we can't be
civil.

Don't worry.
I won't shank you.

Cool.

Well, I hope I can count
on your vote.

Like I vote
in these stupid elections.

Michelle and that other girl
whose name I can't remember

are planning--

They're planning something,
aren't they?

I'm sure they are,

but they know we're friends.

Getting any info is going--

...is going to be impossible.

Being a mole is way harder
than it looks.

Huh.
This isn't brain surgery.

We just have to make them
believe that we hate each other.

Ooh-ooh, I have an idea.

We stage a fake fight.

You guys get into
a big public brawl

that totally ruptures
your friendship.

I don't know.

After the fake intervention,

we promised ourselves
no more fake events.

They always backfire.

That's only because Joey
was such a wild card.

This is an inside job,

so nothing can go wrong.

Let's do it this afternoon
at the sexy carwash.

Yes.

I finished the flyers.

It was not easy finding
recycled paper
with a nice sheen.

And I've worked up
some talking points.

It's a little bit
of Hilary's smarts

and a little bit of Sarah's
"Aw, shucks" appeal.

You guys rock.

Imagine what this place
could be like

with smart women like us
making the decision.

Come to my victory
toga beach party.

Free food and,
fingers crossed,
swim suits optional.

Your cover charge:
the low-low price

of a vote for Blank.

Party!

Party. Party. Party...

Blank.

Blank! Blank! Blank!
Blank! Blank!

Blank!

Kat, lovely to see you,
as always.

You're so afraid of losing
to me, you've resorted
to buying votes.

Remember, cheap theatrics
can only take you so far.

Just ask Howard Dean.

Now you've hurt my feelings.

You're still invited
to my victory party.

I think you would look
smashing in a toga.

Well, you don't,

and I hope your deposit
at the beach club
is nonrefundable.

Sexy carwash.

Bianca, what do you think
you're doing?

I put you on tire duty.
Hop to it. Now.

These bottoms don't look cute
when I crouch, Chastity,
and stop shrieking.

I can hear you.

Oh, you were so much more
obedient when you were
the mascot.

Maybe I should demote you.

Now, get back to work.

I want to be able to see
my reflection in those hubcaps.

No problem.
They're the same height
as your face.

No, she didn't.

You better check yourself,
Olive Oyl,

and next time,
you should shop for a bikini

in juniors.

Hey, your ex-boyfriend Joey

thinks my body is perfect.

Oh, how would he know?

It's not like
he's ever seen it.

She's a virgin.

That's right, folks.

She never slept with Mr. Ross.

She made it up

so that people would think
she's cool.

Dawn.

Bianca, I'm sorry.
I can't help myself.

Chastity, I told you that
in strictest confidence.

Stay out of it,
Kristi Yamaguchi.

At least I'm not a slore
who slept with Joey
on the third date.

Oh, and F-Y-I, he also said
that you were so bad in bed

that he faked it.

Girl fight. Girl fight...

That's it!
You're off the squad
for real.

Okay, actually, Chastity,

you were the one
who crossed the line.

You threw the first sponge,

and when it comes to violence,

this squad has
a zero-tolerance policy.

Which means we can kick you off
with a unanimous vote.

It was a sponge,
not a grenade.
Okay?

You can't vote me off.
I'm the captain, damn it.

Girls, with a show of hands,

how many of you feel
threatened?

You're out, Chastity.
Good-bye.

Yes.

Is there a bruise?
And a welt.

And a red mark
in the shape of a sponge.

If it doesn't go away,
I'm suing.

You totally should.

Maybe you could get her car.

There's Joey.

Joey, there's a drought
on the tundra.

You haven't had anything
to eat in "veeks,"

so now you're going to be
stalking Mr. Antelope.

Get up.
Got it.

Is it okay if I crawl,
you know, work the floor?

Ya, ya, get down.

Exactly, but remember to find
your light, okay?

I want to see
"zee" hunger in your eyes.
Okay?

Oh, ya, ya.

Und not so feral.

So "modelicious."

Modelicious.

Co'lliviette,
you knew I wanted to rock
the peacock.

Sorry, but your face looks
more like a horse, bitch.

Who are you calling
a bitch, bitch?

Get out of my face, Zebra.

Co'lliviette,
come on.

I hate how girls
on reality shows are always
so bitchy to each other.

It makes me embarrassed
to be a girl.

I know.

Until Co'lliviette accused Tia
of stealing her trail mix,

they were best friends.

Dawn, be honest with me.

Do you think I was a bitch
to Chastity?

Well, she was a bitch first.

Yeah, but we were becoming
real friends.

I want to be a better person
than Tia and Co'lliviette.

And in conclusion,

allow me to quote
Mahatma Gandhi,

who said, "Be the change you
wish to see in the world.

If you vote for me,
Kat Stratford...

I will be that change.

Cut. Okay.

Uh, yeah, that was terrible.

I don't think even I
can vote for you after that.

I completely tuned out
as soon as you--

I get it.
I sucked.

You want them to like you.
Try smiling.

A smile isn't going
to help, Gaia.

It's-- It's that speech.

It's boring and just pukey--

Hey, I killed myself
writing that.

It focus-grouped very well
with Mr. Montcastle's
homeroom.

Mm-hmm.

Give me this.

Okay, now, why don't you
just tell me

why you want to run
in your own words.

I want to be president
because--

I don't know.

I want to beat Blank,

and I want to get into Brown,

and, well, the truth is

every morning I wake up,

and I think,

"Who are these people?

Why am I the only person
who cares about anything
that matters?"

And then every morning
I remember,

they're idiots.

They have teeny-tiny
little pea brains

that can only process
information

in the form
of a tweet, a ring tone,

or a status update,

and if they're not going
to think for themselves,

they need someone like me
to think for them.

Yeah, that's
not going to work either.

Okay, I have an idea,

but before you say no,
just hear me out.

How's your sense of rhythm?

Peace. I'm out.

Can you believe they threw out
my script and did this?

It's vulgar.

We're so going to win.

No, we won't.

This will show
the entire school she
hasn't got a stick up her bum

right before they vote.

I think you underestimate

just how much people
dislike her.

No. It's over.

She's won,

and maybe she deserves to.

Keep it together, Blank.

You don't concede that easily

unless you've been caught
in an airport bathroom.

Besides, you promised I'd be
in charge of prom.

Give it a rest, Tabitha.

Hey, guys.

Listen, things got
a little crazy yesterday

with the water and the sponges
and the voting.

I think we went too far.

Since I'm the one Chastity hit,
and I'm willing to forgive her,

how about we just bring her
back on the squad?

Good idea, Bianca.

Second chances
are so inspiring.

You're kidding, right?

Chastity was really mean.

And that's Brittany
saying that.

She's so nice it's nauseating.

I'll admit Chastity
can be a bitch,

but if we punish her
for that,

then we become bitches, too.

It's this horrible cycle

that's often filmed
for television.

Last week she told me
I had the ankles
of a middle-aged man.

Come on, guys,
have a little compassion.

Look, girls,
I'm the new head cheerleader,

and I say it's done.

I'll do you a favor,

and I'll try to forget
this conversation
ever happened,

but it'll be tough.

If you don't let Chastity
back on the squad,

then Dawn and I quit.

Okay, bye.

Bye.
Bye.

Bye.

Oh, my God,
we just quit cheerleading.

Okay, okay, let's not panic.

They'll never find replacements
for all three of us

before the game.

They've got
to come crawling back.

Right.

My story is America's story.

I believe in America,

and I believe in you,

Padua High.

Vote William Blankenship

for Student Council President.

See you at my victory toga
beach party.

Thank you for that stirring
tribute to white immigration.

And now our final candidate's
video,

after which you'll return
to your homerooms and vote.

Give it up for Kat Stratford.

This ought to be good.

Go, Kat.

Yeah. Go, Kat.

The truth is every morning
I wake up

and I think,
"Who are these people?

Why am I the only person
who cares about anything
that matters?"

And then every morning
I remember they're idiots.

They have teeny-tiny
little pea brains.

that can only process
information

in the form of a tweet,
a ring tone,
or a status update,

and if they're not going
to think for themselves,

they need someone like me
to think for them.

This is not what we did.

Kat.

Please believe me
when I tell you

I had nothing to do
with this.

Right.

You're welcome.

Kat, wait.
I don't want to talk about it.

My poor sister
and her big mouth.

Yeah. Well, we got
our own problems.

Michelle has not begged us
to come back yet.

Trust me.
She will.

Just wait until they try
to toss Kaitlin in the air.

Ah, glad I found you two.

Act nonchalant.

Michelle,
you look so cute.

Thanks. I need your uniforms.

We've got a game Friday,

and the new girls
need to get them fitted,
so...

New girls?

Yeah, they're so great.

Way less mouthy.
Okay, toodles.

Bianca,
what are we going to do?

If I'm not a cheerleader,
then who am I?

There's Chastity.
She'll have a plan.

Chastity, look.

I know you're upset with me,

but so much has happened

since our sponge fight
yesterday.

I realized our friendship
means more to me

than a stupid cheerleading
uniform,

so Dawn and I demanded
that the squad take you back,

and when Michelle said no,

we quit in solidarity.

Oh, that is so sweet.

You're the best
friend I've ever had, B,

and you're my sixth best,
Dawn,

but I wish you
would've checked
with me first.

Why?
Look,

the only reason I go
to this crappy public school

is because I'm
head cheerleader,

so I'm transferring
to St. Augustine.

Turns out their
head cheerleader's in rehab,

so there's an opening.

But you can't just leave us.

I will always be just
a text away.

Air hug.

I'll miss you besty.

But we just quit for you.

You suck!

Looks like you could use
a ride home.

All I ever wanted
was to be popular,

and now I've lost it
for someone who gave me
an air hug.

I can't believe
we're going to be unpopular.

Cameron, what's it like?
Is it horrible?

No, there's a bunch
of cool stuff about it.

Really? Like what?

Like, uh, you get
lots of free time

to hang out and play games
with your friends,

be they virtual
or actual people.

Uh-huh. Anything else?

Well, your cell phone bill's
a lot lower

because the virtual people
never call--
Shh.

Okay, that's enough,
sweetie.

Dr. Stratford.

Daddy, I thought you weren't
coming back until tomorrow.

There's nothing more boring

than a bunch of gynecologists
talking shop.

I mean,
how many conversations
can you have

about the cervix?

Oh, and
the vagina jokes.

Ew, Dad.
Gross.

Oh, tell me one.

Sorry, forget where I was.

Where's your sister?

She's upstairs.

She had a rough day

and could probably use a hug.

Tell you one later.

Um, Bianca,
you should watch this.

Co'lliviette, are you okay?

I'm just thinking
about my baby.
You really miss her.

Yeah.

I love her so much.

I'm just afraid she, you know,

wrecked my body.

Seriously, no.

No, you don't look like
you had a baby at all.

Yes, I do.

Look at my stomach.

It's, like, totally flat.

No. Touch it.
It's cushy.

No, it's not.

Well, that was fun.

Eh.

This is like
a new record for us.

We haven't gotten
in one single fight.

You see,
this is what the world needs--

more sex, less war.

Now, if that had been
your campaign slogan,

you would've won.

Can I ask you a favor?

Huh?

Don't break my heart.
Okay?

Okay.

Can I ask you a favor?

What is it?

I hear someone
can use a hug.

I'm not leaving.