Bianca Stratford: Has the fact that you're completely psycho managed to escape your attention?

Walter Stratford: Hello, Katarina. Make anybody cry today?
Kat Stratford: Sadly, no. But it's only 4:30.

Cameron: I burn, I pine, I perish.
Michael: Of course you do.

Joey Donner: Mr. Morgan, is there any way we can get Kat to take her Midol *before* she comes to class?

Chastity: I know you can be underwhelmed, and you can be overwhelmed, but can you ever just be, like, whelmed?
Bianca: I think you can in Europe.

Bianca: Are you asking me out? That's so cute. What's your name again?

Walter: 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 mama didn't rasie no foo'!

Walter Stratford: I delivered a baby to a fifteen-year-old girl today, and you know what she said to me?
Bianca: I'm a crack-whore who should have forced my skeezy boyfriend to wear a condom?
Walter Stratford: Close, she said "I should have listened to my father."
Kat: No she didn't.
Walter Stratford: Well, she would have if she wasn't too doped up to talk.

Bianca: You don't buy black underwear unless you want somebody to see it.

Kat Stratford: Hemingway was an abusive white-male alcoholic who hung around with Picasso hoping to nail his leftovers.

Kat: You're not as vile as I thought you were.

Bianca: There's a difference between like and love. I mean I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack.
Chastity: But I love my Skechers.
Bianca: That's because you don't have a Prada backpack.

Kat: Remove head from sphincter, then drive!

Father: Kissing is not what keeps me up to my elbows every day in placenta.

Kat: I still maintain he kicked himself in the balls.

Mr. Stratford: Where is she going?
Kat: She's meeting bikers. Big ones. Full of sperm.
Mr. Stratford: Funny.

Mr. Stratford: Where do you think you're going?
Bianca Stratford: Well, if you must know... a small study group with friends.
Mr. Stratford: Better known as an orgy?
Chastity: It's only a party, Mr. Stratford.
Mr. Stratford: And hell is only a sauna.

Kat Stratford: [sarcastic] Oh yeah, I want you. Oh baby. Oh baby.

Patrick Verona: Don't get your panties in a twist
Katarina Stratford: Don't think for one minute that you had any effect whatsoever on my panties.
Patrick Verona: Well then, what did I have an effect on?
Katarina Stratford: Other than my upchuck reflex, nothing.

Ms. Perky: People perceive you as somewhat...
Katarina Stratford: Tempestuous?
Ms. Perky: "Heinous b----" is the term used most often.

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 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 that 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 any at all.