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.

(Para quem não sabe, esse é monólogo de Kat/Julia Stiles em Dez Coisas Que Odeio Em Você)