And in case you want to cut and paste this poem, here it is in regular text: 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. …
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…Stratford - Funny. So tell me about this dance. Was it hoppin'? Katarina - Parts of it. Mr. Stratford - Which parts? Katarina - The part where Bianca beat the hell out of some guy. Mr. Stratford - Bianca did what? Katarina - What's the matter, upset that I rubbed off on her? Mr. Stratford - No, impressed. Chastity - I know you can be overwhelmed and underwhelmed, but can you ever just be whelmed?