Mr. Morgan : All right… I assume everyone’s found time to complete their poem… except… for Mr. Donner.
[starts laughing]
Mr. Morgan : Who has an excuse
[laughs even harder, then stops]
Mr. Morgan : . Shaft! Lose the glasses.
[Joey removes his sunglasses, revealing his bruised nose from his earlier confrontation with Bianca]
Mr. Morgan : All right… anyone brave enough to read theirs aloud?
[Everyone looks at each other, waiting to see who goes first, Kat finally raises her hand]
Kat Stratford : I will.
Mr. Morgan : [rolls his eyes and sighs] Lord, here we go.
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.
[sighs]
Kat Stratford : 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.
[Kat’s voice breaks and she looks at Patrick]
Kat Stratford : I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call.
[starts to cry]
Kat Stratford : But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
[Kat walks out the classroom]
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