Ferris Bueller Do You Know Anything

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Ferris: Life moves pretty fast. If yous don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss information technology.

Ferris: Cameron has never been in love - at to the lowest degree, nobody's ever been in love with him. If things don't alter for him, he'south gonna marry the showtime girl he lays, and she's gonna treat him similar shit, because she will have given him what he has built up in his mind as the end-all, be-all of human beingness. She won't respect him, 'cause you can't respect somebody who kisses your ass. It just doesn't work.

Ed Rooney: Ed Rooney.

Cameron: [disguising voice as George Peterson] Ed. This is George Peterson.

Ed Rooney: How are yous today, sir?

Cameron: [voice disguised] Well, we've had a fleck of bad luck this morning as you may take heard.

Ed Rooney: Yeah I heard, and man, I'm all cleaved upward, boy, what a blow.

Cameron: [bearded] Yeah. Yeah. Well, uh, it'due south been a tough morning and we got a lot of family concern to take intendance of, so if you wouldn't mind excusing Sloane, I'd capeesh it.

Ed Rooney: Uh, yeah, sure, no I'd exist happy to, yeah you lot, uh, you you lot just produce a corpse, and uh, I'll release Sloane. I wanna run into this dead grandmother start manus.

Grace: Ed?

Ed Rooney: It'south alright, Grace, it'south Ferris Bueller the fiddling twerp. I'm gonna set a trap and permit him fall right in it.

Grace: Ooh!

Cameron: [disguised] I'm lamentable, Ed, did you say yous wanted to see a torso?

Ed Rooney: Yeah, that's right, just, uh, roll her old bones on over here, and I'll dig up your daughter. You know that's school policy.

Cameron: [disguised] Oh.

Ed Rooney: Was this your female parent?

Cameron: [disguised] Uh, no my wife's mother.

Grace: [picks up ringing phone] Ed Rooney's office.

Ferris: Hullo this is Ferris Bueller, can I speak to Mr. Rooney please? Thank you.

Grace: [caught off-baby-sit] Uh... hold.

Ed Rooney: Tell ya what, dipshit. If y'all don't like my policies yous can come on down hither and smooch my big ole' white butt.

Grace: ED!

Ed Rooney: Pucker up butter-cup.

[to Grace]

Ed Rooney: What?

Grace: Ferris Bueller's on line 2.

Ferris: Pardon my French, but Cameron is so tight that if you stuck a lump of coal up his ass, in two weeks you'd have a diamond.

Grace: Oh, he'south very pop Ed. The sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, wastoids, dweebies, dickheads - they all adore him. They think he'due south a righteous dude.

Cameron: [in disguised voice] Pardon my French, simply you're an asshole! Asshole!

Cameron: The 1961 Ferrari 250GT California. Less than a hundred were made. My father spent 3 years restoring this car. Information technology is his dear, it is his passion.

Ferris: It is his fault he didn't lock the garage.

Cameron: Ferris Bueller, yous're my hero.

Ferris: Where's your brain?

Cameron: Why'd you lot kick me?

Ferris: Where'south your encephalon?

Cameron: Why'd you kick me?

Ferris: Where'south your brain?

Cameron: I asked yous first.

Ferris: How can we option up Sloane if Rooney is at that place with her?

Cameron: I said for her to be in that location lone and you freaked.

Ferris: At present, I didn't hit you. I lightly slapped you.

Cameron: You hitting me. Expect don't make me participate in your stupid crap if you don't like the way I do it. You make me get out of bed, y'all make me come over here. Y'all brand me make a phony telephone call to Edward Rooney? The homo could squash my nuts into oblivion. And-and-and and so, then, you deliberately hurt my feelings.

Ferris: Non that I disregard fascism, or whatever -ism for that matter. -Ism's in my opinion are not good. A person should not believe in an -ism, he should believe in himself. I quote John Lennon, "I don't believe in Beatles, I just believe in me." Skilful point there. After all, he was the walrus. I could be the walrus. I'd yet have to bum rides off people.

Economics Teacher: Bueller? Bueller? Bueller?

Simone: Um, he'due south sick. My best friend's sister's boyfriend's blood brother'due south girlfriend heard from this guy who knows this kid who's going with the daughter who saw Ferris pass out at 31 Flavors last dark. I estimate it's pretty serious.

Economics Teacher: Cheers, Simone.

Simone: No problem whatever.

[Cameron doesn't desire to go out, just Ferris keeps calling]

Cameron: He'll keep calling me, he'll keep calling me until I come over. He'll make me feel guilty. This is uh... This is ridiculous, ok I'll go, I'll go, I'll become, I'll get, I'll go. What - I'LL GO. Shit.

Ferris: [later on the cease credits] ... Y'all're yet here? It's over!

Sloane: The city looks so peaceful from up hither.

Ferris: Annihilation is peaceful from one thousand, three hundred and l-three anxiety.

Cameron: I think I see my dad.

Ferris: [his recorded message for the doorbell] Who is information technology?

[pause]

Ferris: Oh, I'k sorry. I tin't come to the door right now. I'yard afraid that in my weakened condition, I could take a nasty spill down the stairs and subject area myself to farther school absences. You can achieve my parents at their places of business concern. Cheers for stopping by. I appreciate your concern for my well-beingness. Take a nice twenty-four hours!

[after making a horrible dissonance with a clarinet]

Ferris: Never had ane lesson!

Cameron: I am not going to sit down on my ass equally the events that affect me unfold to determine the form of my life. I'm going to take a stand. I'thou going to defend information technology. Right or wrong, I'chiliad going to defend it.

Cameron: [singing] When Cameron was in Egypt's land... let my Cameron become!"

Ed Rooney: Les jeux sont faits. Translation: the game is up. Your ass is mine.

Katie Bueller: I just picked up Jeannie at the police station! She got a speeding ticket, another speeding ticket, and I lost the Vermont deal considering of her!

Tom Bueller: I think nosotros should shoot her.

Ferris: The key to faking out the parents is the clammy hands. Information technology's a good not-specific symptom; I'm a big believer in it. A lot of people will tell you that a good phony fever is a dead lock, but, uh... you become a nervous mother, you could air current up in a md's office. That'southward worse than school. You fake a tummy cramp, and when you're bent over, moaning and wailing, you lick your palms. Information technology's a little childish and stupid, but then, so is loftier schoolhouse.

Singing Nurse: I heard that you were feeling sick. Headache, fever, and a chill. I came to aid restore your pluck, cause I'm the nurse who likes to...

[Ferris kisses Sloan passionately while posing equally her father]

Ed Rooney: So THAT's how it is in their family...

Ferris: I practise have a test today, that wasn't bullshit. It's on European socialism. I hateful, really, what's the point? I'k non European. I don't plan on being European. So who gives a crap if they're socialists? They could exist fascist anarchists, it still doesn't modify the fact that I don't own a motorcar.

[sings into shower head a verse from Wayne Newton'south "Danke Schoen"]

Ferris: I recall Central Park in Fall, how you tore your clothes, what a mess, I confess...

[calling the police most an intruder]

Jeannie: At that place is an intruder - male, Caucasian, possibly armed, certainly weird - in my kitchen... M-my-my-my proper noun is Bueller...

[pause]

Jeannie: Await, it's real dainty that you hope my brother is feeling better, just I'yard in danger, okay? I am very beautiful, very alone and very protective of my body. I don't want it violated or killed, all correct? I need assist! Speaka de English? DICKHEAD!

Cameron: Okay Ferris, tin we but allow it become, please?

Sloane: Ferris, please. You've gone to far. We're going to get disrepair.

Ferris: A: You lot tin can never become too far. B: If I'm gonna get busted, it is *not* gonna be by a guy like *that*.

[the guys merely notice the "boosted miles" on the automobile]

Ferris: [to the audition] Here'southward where Cameron goes berserk.

Cameron: Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!

[Cameron's screams can be heard all beyond Chicago]

Shermerite: [a student is walking effectually with a can collecting money] Save Ferris? Save Ferris?

[Solicits Jeannie]

Shermerite: Salvage Ferris?

Jeannie: Excuse me?

Shermerite: Well, a group of us are collecting money to buy Ferris Bueller a new kidney. They run about fifty g'south, then if you wouldn't mind helping out...

Jeannie: Go piss upward a flagpole.

Shermerite: I'thou lamentable?

Jeannie: Yous should exist.

[Knocks the can out of his manus]

Shermerite: You heartless wench!

[concluding lines]

Ferris: Y'all're still here? It's over. Go home. Get.

Economic science Instructor: In 1930, the Republican-controlled House of Representatives, in an endeavour to alleviate the effects of the... Anyone? Anyone?... the Bang-up Depression, passed the... Anyone? Anyone? The tariff beak? The Hawley-Smoot Tariff Deed? Which, anyone? Raised or lowered?... raised tariffs, in an endeavour to collect more revenue for the federal government. Did information technology piece of work? Anyone? Anyone know the furnishings? It did not work, and the United states sank deeper into the Nifty Depression. Today nosotros have a similar debate over this. Anyone know what this is? Grade? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone seen this before? The Laffer Curve. Anyone know what this says? It says that at this point on the acquirement curve, y'all will go exactly the same corporeality of acquirement every bit at this indicate. This is very controversial. Does anyone know what Vice President Bush called this in 1980? Anyone? Something-d-o-o economic science. "Voodoo" economics.

Ferris: [describing Cameron'due south business firm] The place is like a museum. It'due south very beautiful and very common cold, and you lot're not immune to touch anything.

Girl on Bus: Gummi bear? It's been in my pocket; they're real warm and soft.

Ferris: Hey, Cameron. You realize if we played by the rules right now nosotros'd exist in gym?

Ferris: Look, it'south real simple. Any mileage we put on, nosotros'll take off.

Cameron: How?

Ferris: We'll drive dwelling backwards.

Ferris: 4 thousand restaurants in the downtown area, I pick the one my father goes to.

Cameron: We're pinched, for sure.

Ferris: Only the meek get pinched. The bold survive.

Cameron: Hey batta batta batta hey batta batta batta SWING batta!

Maitre D': [grabs Ferris on the shoulder while he grabs the telephone in the restaurant] All right, I've had enough of this.

Ferris: [Ferris is annoyed] You touch on me, I yell RAT!

[hearing a fake phone bulletin]

Sloane: [crying on automobile] We can't come to the phone right now. Nosotros've had a... expiry in the family.

Ed Rooney: Grace, Ferris Bueller is behind this. In that location is no doubt in my mind, and now, he's got Sloane Peterson involved in this affair.

Grace: Her grandmother, too.

Ed Rooney: Yous pinhead.

Sloane: [sobbing] If you need to attain us, we'll exist at the following number...

[sobbing becomes hysterical and over the top]

Ferris: [to the camera, after tricking his parents into assertive he's sick] Incredible, ane of the worst performances of my career and they never doubted it for a 2d.

[opens blinds to reveal a beautiful spring twenty-four hour period]

Ferris: How tin can I perhaps be expected to handle schoolhouse on a solar day like this?

[begins fiddling with electronics to fake his voice]

Ferris: This is my ninth ill mean solar day this semester. It's pretty tough coming up with new illnesses. If I go for ten, I'one thousand probably going to have to barf upward a lung, so I better make this one count.

Ferris: I'chiliad and so disappointed in Cameron! Xx bucks says he's in his car right now debating on whether or not to become out.

Cameron: [Cameron'due south in his automobile] He'll keep calling me. He'll proceed calling me until I come up over. He'll make me feel guilty. This is uh... This is ridiculous, ok I'll go, I'll go, I'll get, I'll get, I'll go. What - I'LL Go. Shit.

[Turns the engine on then turns it off and hits the passenger seat]

Cameron: God Damn it!

[Turns the motorcar on and revs it upwards]

Cameron: Ahhhhhh! Shit!

[Gets out of the auto]

Cameron: That's it!

[Paces behind the machine and jumps up and down in frustration]

Ed Rooney: I did not achieve this position in life by having some snot-nosed punk leave my cheese out in the wind.

[On the telephone]

Ed Rooney: Are you also aware, Mrs. Bueller, that Ferris does not take what we consider to exist an exemplary attendance record?

Katie Bueller: I don't understand.

Ed Rooney: He has missed an unacceptable number of school days. In the opinion of this educator, Ferris is not taking his academic growth seriously. Now I've spent my morning examining his records. If Ferris thinks that he can just coast through this month and still graduate, he is sorely mistaken. I have no reservations whatsoever about holding him back another year.

Katie Bueller: This is all news to me.

Ed Rooney: Information technology usually is. So far this semester he has been absent nine times.

Katie Bueller: Nine times?

Ed Rooney: Nine times.

Katie Bueller: I don't call back him being ill 9 times.

Ed Rooney: That's probably because he wasn't ill. He was skipping school. Wake up and scent the coffee, Mrs. Bueller. It'due south a fool's paradise. He is but leading you downward the primrose path.

Katie Bueller: I can't believe it.

Ed Rooney: I've got it right hither in front of me. He has missed nine days...

[His computer screen begins counting downwards from nine to two. Ferris is at dwelling looking at the aforementioned screen]

Ferris: I asked for a car, I got a estimator. How's that for being born under a bad sign?

[Ferris has snuck aboard a parade bladder]

Ferris: Ladies and gentlemen, you are such a wonderful oversupply, we'd like to play a piffling melody for you. Information technology's one of my personal favorites and I'd like to dedicate information technology to a young man who doesn't think he'due south seen anything good today - Cameron Frye, this one'due south for you.

Cameron: [screams]

Sloane: Ferris! Become off of the float!

Ferris: If you're non over here in fifteen minutes, you tin find a new best friend.

Cameron: You lot've been proverb that since the fifth grade.

Cameron: [Whispering to himself after hanging upwardly from a phone call with Ferris] I'm dying.

[Phone rings, and Cameron answers]

Ferris: (over the telephone) Y'all're not dying, y'all merely can't think of anything good to do.

[On the phone]

Ed Rooney: I'm very pitiful, Mr. Peterson...

Cameron: [bearded voice] Call me sir! Goddamn it!

Sloane: What could happen to information technology? It's in a garage.

Cameron: It could go wrecked, stolen, scratched, breathed on incorrect... a pigeon could shit on information technology! Who knows?

Ferris: If anyone needs a day off, it's Cameron. He has a lot of things to sort out before he graduates. Tin can't be wound upwards this tight and become to college, his roommate volition kill him.

Maitre D': You're Abe Froman?

Ferris: That'south correct, I'm Abe Froman.

Maitre D': The Sausage King of Chicago?

Ferris: [caught off-baby-sit] ... Uh yes, that'southward me.

Maitre D': Expect, I'1000 very busy. Why don't y'all accept the kids and go back to the clubhouse?

Ferris: Are yous suggesting that I'm non who I say I am?

Maitre D': I'm suggesting that yous leave before I have to become snooty.

Ferris: Snooty?

Maitre D': Snotty.

Ferris: Snotty?

Sloane: Mr. Rooney... Ed... you're a cute man. I want to thank you for your warmth and compassion.

[Calling her mother's function]

Jeannie: Well, where is she? This is her daughter.

[intermission]

Jeannie: Do know where she is?

[suspension]

Jeannie: Well, practise you know when she'll be dorsum?

[pause]

Jeannie: Do y'all know annihilation?

[slams downward receiver]

Ferris: Don't worry about it, I don't even accept a piece of shit. I take to green-eyed yours.

Cameron: Oh, thanks.

Ed Rooney: Ahem... Mr. Peterson?

Cameron: [clears throat] Uhum!

Ed Rooney: Uhhm... you know, I-I think I owe yous an apology, sir.

Cameron: [disguised voice] Well I should say you do!

Ed Rooney: I, uh... I-I-I...

Cameron: [even so bearded] Well, I recollect you should exist sorry, for Christ'southward sake! A family unit fellow member dies, and yous insult me, what the hell'south the matter with you lot, anyway?

Ed Rooney: Uh-uh-uh, well I, yous...

[breathes heavily]

Ed Rooney: ... I-I really don't know, sir, I mean, I didn't call up I was talking to you, I thought I was talking to somebody else, you know sir, I would never deliberately insult yous like that, I-I tin't begin to tell you how embarrassed I am!

Cameron: Pardon my French... just y'all're an asshole!

Ed Rooney: [waves at Grace]

Cameron: Asshole!

Ed Rooney: Uhh, you're absolutely correct, sir, yous've hit the boom right on the head!

Cameron: This isn't over yet Buster, do y'all read me?

Ferris: I'one thousand serious homo, this is ridiculous making me await around the firm for you.

Cameron: Why tin can't you let me rot in peace?

Ferris: Cameron, this is my ninth sick solar day. If I get defenseless, I don't graduate. I'k non doing it for me, I'm doing information technology for you.

Cameron: Do you know what my diastolic is?

Ferris: Be a man, accept some Pepto-Bismol, get dressed and come on over here, I'one thousand tired of this stuff.

Cameron: Oh, close up!

Ferris: [has a phone call on the other line] Concur your water for a 2d, I got some other call.

Cameron: I don't know what I'm gonna practice.

Sloane: Higher.

Cameron: Yep, merely to do what?

Sloane: What are you interested in?

Cameron: Nothing.

Sloane: Me neither!

Cameron: [to Ferris, who's singing on the parade float] YOU'RE CRAZY!

Sloane: What do you remember Ferris is gonna practise?

Cameron: He's gonna be a fry melt at Venus!

Sloane: What are nosotros going to do?

Ferris: The question isn't "what are we going to do," the question is "what aren't nosotros going to do?"

Cameron: Please don't say were non going to take the machine home. Please don't say were not going to take the car home. Please don't say were non going to accept the machine abode.

Ferris: [to the camera] If you had access to a machine like this, would you lot take information technology back right away?

[vanquish]

Ferris: Neither would I.

Ferris: [Ferris is calling Cameron at home] Cameron, babe, what'due south happenin'?

Cameron: [Cameron lying in bed underneath covers] Very little.

Cameron: Ferris, my male parent loves this motorcar more than life itself.

Ferris: A man with priorities so far out of whack doesn't deserve such a fine motorcar.

[Ferris caresses the auto in admiration]

Cameron: No. No! Apparently, you don't understand!

Ferris: [ignoring Cameron] Wow.

Cameron: Ferris, he never drives it! He just rubs information technology with a diaper!

Ferris: It is so choice. If y'all take the means, I highly recommend picking one upwards.

English language Teacher: [speaking very slowly] In... what... way... does the author's use of the prison

[takes chalk and draws prison bars through the word 'prison' on blackboard]

English Teacher: symbolize the protagonist's struggle, and how does this chronicle to our discussion of the uses of irony?

Ferris: [while running abode, Ferris runs past 2 bikini-clad sunbathers, so returns] How-do-you-do, how yous doing? I'm Ferris Bueller.

Cameron: [Ferris slowly pulls the Ferrari out of the garage] No! Ferris, forget it! You're just gonna have to retrieve of somethin' else. I'1000 puttin' my human foot down.

[Ferris keeps driving]

Cameron: How bout nosotros rent a nice Cadillac? My care for! Nosotros could call a limo! A nice stretch job with a Idiot box and a bar! How 'bout that?

Ferris: [Ferris pulls the car dorsum slightly] Come on! Alive a little!

[Cameron crosses himself, walks to the car]

[Jeannie enters Mr. Rooney's office]

Grace: Hello, Jeannie. Who'southward bothering you at present?

Jeannie: Is Mr. Rooney in?

Grace: No, I'k lamentable. He'due south not. May I assist you?

Jeannie: I seriously doubt it. When's he back?

Grace: Well, I don't know. He'southward left the school grounds on personal business.

Jeannie: What's that supposed to mean?

Grace: Well, I believe that it'due south personal and it's none of your business, young lady.

Jeannie: [scoffs] Overnice attitude.

Grace: Isn't Mrs. Hagel expecting y'all in Consumer Ed. class?

Jeannie: Probably.

[Departs]

Grace: Mmm-mmm-mmm. What a little asshole.

Ed Rooney: I don't trust this kid any further than I can throw him.

Grace: Well, with your bad knee Ed, yous shouldn't throw anybody... It's true.

Ed Rooney: What is and so dangerous near a character similar Ferris Bueller is he gives proficient kids bad ideas.

Grace: Mmm-hmm.

Ed Rooney: Last thing I need at this point in my career is fifteen hundred Ferris Bueller disciples running around these halls. He jeopardizes my power to effectivley govern this educatee torso.

Grace: Well, makes you look like an donkey is what he does, Ed.

Ed Rooney: Thanks, Grace. I think you're wrong.

Grace: Oh, he's very popular Ed. The sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, wastoids, dweebies, dickheads - they all adore him. They recall he's a righteous dude.

Ed Rooney: That is why I have got to grab him this fourth dimension- To show these kids the case he sets is a first course ticket to nowhere!

[he easily Grace some papers]

Grace: Oh, Ed, you sounded like Dirty Harry just then.

Ed Rooney: Actually?

Grace: Uh-huh

Ed Rooney: [scoffs lightly] Thanks, Grace.

Ferris: Cameron, what have you seen today?

Cameron: Nothing skillful.

Ferris: Nix - wha - what do you mean nothing expert? We've seen everything good. We've seen the whole city! We went to a museum, we saw priceless works of art! We ate pancreas!

Ferris: [In a sing-song vocalization] Do you have a osculation for daddy?

Cameron: [while kicking his male parent's machine] Who practise you love? Who exercise you love? You love a motorcar!

Sloane: Sooner or afterward, everybody goes kazoo.

Ed Rooney: I don't trust this kid whatever farther than I tin throw him.

Grace: Well with your bad knee joint Ed, y'all shouldn't throw anybody... Its true.

Jeannie: [over the business firm intercom, as Principal Rooney is standing at the kitchen sink] Excuse me: if whoever was in this firm is however in the house, I'd like y'all to know that I've just called the police. I'd also like to add that I've got my father'southward gun and a *scorching* case of canker.

Ed Rooney: [Whistling for the domestic dog with a vase in his hands] Come here doggy! Look what Uncle Ed's got for y'all, you lot trivial fucker!

Jeannie: [thinking to herself] Peradventure I'm overreacting. Peradventure Ferris isn't such a bad guy. Later all, I got a car, he got a reckoner. Simply nonetheless, why should he get to practice any he wants, whenever he wants? Why should everything work out for him? What makes him and then goddamn special?

[spoken]

Jeannie: Screw him.

Shermanite with Jersey: Who's he talking to?

Blond Sherminite: Ferris Bueller, you know him?

Shermanite with Bailiwick of jersey: Yeah, he's getting me out of Summer Schoolhouse.

[interruption]

Shermanite with Bailiwick of jersey: Shit, I hope he doesn't dice. I can't handle summer school.

[Ferris, Sloane and Cameron are in a taxicab. Ferris and Sloane are kissing]

Cameron: It'southward getting late, buddy. We amend go become the car dorsum home.

Ferris: We accept a few hours. We have until 6:00.

Cameron: I'chiliad sorry. I know y'all don't care, but it does mean my donkey.

Ferris: Y'all think I don't care?

Cameron: I KNOW y'all don't care.

[opening lines]

Radio Announcer: Information technology is a beautiful twenty-four hours in Chicago. Temperatures in the upper 70'southward.

Boy in Police Station: You vesture too much middle makeup. My sister wears too much. People think she's a whore.

Ed Rooney: How would you feel about another *year* of high schoolhouse? Under my close personal supervision.

Ferris: [Hiding on the flooring of the taxi while his father is in the car side by side to him] What's he doing?

Sloane: He's licking the glass and making obscene gestures with his easily.

Attendant's Co-Pilot: [having gotten abroad with taking the priceless 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California on a wild joyride] Aye, man, nosotros gotta' do this again!

Cameron: [fake answering auto message] Yous have reached the Coughlin Brothers Mortuary. Nosotros're deeply sorry we are not able to come to the phone right at present, but if you get out your name and number, we will get back to you every bit shortly as humanly possible.

Grace: [a while after the first time Rooney yelled at "Sloane's Dad"] Peterson home on line one. And lookout your oral cavity this fourth dimension.

Ferris: Smile, babe. Simply smile...

Jeannie: I tin't bulldoze when you're yelling at me! STOP IT!

Grace: Oh, Ed. You just sounded similar Muddy Harry just and then.

Ed Rooney: Actually? Thanks, Grace.

Girl on Bus: [during the stop credits as Ed sits downwardly on the bus] I bet you never smelled a real school bus before.

Ferris: Dad, all this talking has made me kinda calorie-free headed, I think I oughta lie downwards.

Tom Bueller: Accept a bathroom. Then wrap a hot towel around your head.

Ferris: Wrap a hot towel around my head?

Tom Bueller: And and then make yourself some soup, get a nap.

Cameron: [Sitting in his motorcar debating virtually going to Ferris'] He'll keep calling me, he'll proceed calling me till I come over, he'll make me feel guilty, this uh, this is ridiculous okay I'll go, I'll become, I'll become, I'll get with, I'll become. Shit.

[starts auto, stalls and punches machine seat four times]

Cameron: God Dammit!

[Car stalls again and screams]

Cameron: Forget it, that's it.

Ed Rooney: [feeling disgusted when his shoe gets stuck trapped in a big pile of mud aside Ferris's front yard] My shoe.

[cleans his shoe with the h2o hose]

Ed Rooney: .

Ferris: [Ed rings the doorbell and turns around waiting for an answer] Who is it?

Ed Rooney: [property the speaker push button] It'south Ed Rooney, Ferris. I'd similar to accept a give-and-take with y'all.

Ferris: [through a recorded auto, titled Doorbell] Oh I'm sorry, I can't come to the door right now. I'm agape that in my weakened condition, I could take a nasty spill down the stairs and subject myself to further schoolhouse absences.

Ed Rooney: Salve it, Ferris. Come down hither.

Ferris: You can achieve my parents at their places of business organization. Thanks for stopping past. I appreciate your concern for my well-being.

Ed Rooney: I'grand not leaving until yous come down and talk to me, Ferris.

Ferris: Have a overnice twenty-four hour period!

Ed Rooney: You're in big trouble, buster. Get down hither! Ferris! FERRIS!

[rings the doorbell again and knocks the door in frustration. Ferris's dog is heard barking]

Ferris: Who is it?

Ed Rooney: [frustrated] You know damn well who it is!

Ferris: Oh, I'm distressing. I can't come to the door right now. I'thousand afraid that in my weakened condition, I could accept a nasty spill downwards the stairs and subject field myself to further schoolhouse absences. You tin achieve my parents at their places of business. Thank you for stopping past. I appreciate your business for my well-beingness. Have a squeamish mean solar day!

[Ferris runs past a couple of Babes sunday bathing, then he walks dorsum to talk to them]

Ferris: Hi.

Girl: Hi.

[Ferris shakes hands with one of the Babes sunday bathing]

Ferris: I'grand Ferris Bueller.

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