You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you You'd be like heaven to touch I wanna hold you so much At long last love has arrived And I thank God I'm alive You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you
Pardon the way that I stare There's nothing else to compare The sight of you leaves me weak There are no words left to speak So if you feel like I feel Please let me know that it's real You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you
I love you baby and if it's quite all right I need you baby to warm the lonely nights I love you baby, trust in me when I say Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down I pray Oh pretty baby, now that I've found you stay And let me love you baby, let me love you
Kat Stratford: [talking to Mr. Chapin in detention] Well, now that you've seen "the plan", I'm gonna go and show "the plan" to someone else.
Patrick: I thought for sure I was busted when I was climbing out that window, I tell you. So, how did you keep him distracted? Kat Stratford: I dazzled him with my... wits.
Kat Stratford: Tell me something true. Patrick: Something true... I hate peas. Kat Stratford: No, something real, something no one else knows. Patrick: Okay, you're sweet, and sexy, and completely hot for me.
[both speaking french] Cameron: May I offer you a parsnip? Bianca: No, you may not. Cameron: Where is my uncle's pencil? Bianca: I don't know. Maybe it is up your ass?
Bianca: [after Kat has told her that she went out with Joey] How is it possible that I did not know about this? Kat Stratford: I warned him that if he told anyone, the cheerleading squad would find out how tiny his dick is!
Patrick: Someone still has her panties in a twist. Kat Stratford: Don't, for one minute, think that you had any effect whatsoever on my panties. Patrick: Then what did I have an effect on? Kat Stratford: Other than my upchuck reflex, nothing.
Mandella: Have you seen him? Kat Stratford: Who? Mandella: William. He asked me to meet him here. Kat Stratford: [thinks she's talking about William Shakespeare] Oh Mandella, please tell me you haven't progressed to full-on hallucinations.
Walter Stratford:Where's your sister going? Kat Stratford: She's meeting some bikers. Big ones. Full of sperm. Walter Stratford: Funny.
Walter Stratford:You know, fathers don't like to admit it when their daughters are capable of running their own lives. It means we've become spectators. Bianca still let's me play a few innings - you've had me on the bench for years. When you go to Sarah Lawrence, I won't even be able to watch the game. Kat Stratford: *When* I go? Walter Stratford: Oh, boy. Don't tell me you changed your mind. I already sent 'em a check. [Kat gasps in surprise, then hugs her father]
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 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.
I hate it when 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 even at all.
Kat Stratford: You can't just buy me a guitar every time you screw up, you know? Patrick: Yeah, I know. But then, you know, there's always drums, and bass, and maybe even one day a tambourine.
Hope you enjoyed looking at the picspam as much as I enjoyed making it. :) Now let's all sing: "I love you, baaaaaby, and if it's quite all right, I need you, baaaaby..."