Farris Buller We Go to Do This Again
Ferris: Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look effectually once in a while, you could miss it.
Ferris: Cameron has never been in dearest - at least, nobody'due south ever been in dearest with him. If things don't alter for him, he's gonna marry the get-go girl he lays, and she's gonna treat him like shit, because she will have given him what he has built upwardly in his mind as the end-all, be-all of human existence. She won't respect him, 'cause you lot tin't respect somebody who kisses your ass. It just doesn't piece of work.
Ed Rooney: Ed Rooney.
Cameron: [disguising voice every bit George Peterson] Ed. This is George Peterson.
Ed Rooney: How are you today, sir?
Cameron: [voice disguised] Well, we've had a bit of bad luck this forenoon as you lot may have heard.
Ed Rooney: Yep I heard, and man, I'm all cleaved up, boy, what a blow.
Cameron: [disguised] Aye. Yeah. Well, uh, it's been a tough morning time and nosotros got a lot of family business to have care of, then if you wouldn't mind excusing Sloane, I'd appreciate information technology.
Ed Rooney: Uh, yeah, sure, no I'd be happy to, yeah y'all, uh, y'all yous simply produce a corpse, and uh, I'll release Sloane. I wanna meet this dead grandmother starting time manus.
Grace: Ed?
Ed Rooney: Information technology's alright, Grace, it's Ferris Bueller the little twerp. I'm gonna prepare a trap and let him fall right in it.
Grace: Ooh!
Cameron: [disguised] I'm distressing, Ed, did you say yous wanted to encounter a body?
Ed Rooney: Yes, that'south right, just, uh, roll her old bones on over hither, and I'll dig up your girl. Y'all know that's school policy.
Cameron: [disguised] Oh.
Ed Rooney: Was this your mother?
Cameron: [bearded] Uh, no my married woman's mother.
Grace: [picks up ringing phone] Ed Rooney's function.
Ferris: Hi this is Ferris Bueller, can I speak to Mr. Rooney delight? Thanks.
Grace: [caught off-guard] Uh... hold.
Ed Rooney: Tell ya what, dipshit. If you don't like my policies y'all can come on down here 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 and then tight that if yous stuck a lump of coal upward his donkey, in ii weeks you lot'd have a diamond.
Grace: Oh, he'southward very popular Ed. The sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, wastoids, dweebies, dickheads - they all adore him. They call up he'southward a righteous dude.
Cameron: [in disguised voice] Pardon my French, but you lot're an asshole! Asshole!
Cameron: The 1961 Ferrari 250GT California. Less than a hundred were fabricated. My father spent three years restoring this automobile. It is his love, it is his passion.
Ferris: It is his fault he didn't lock the garage.
Cameron: Ferris Bueller, you're my hero.
Ferris: Where'southward your encephalon?
Cameron: Why'd y'all boot me?
Ferris: Where'southward your brain?
Cameron: Why'd you kick me?
Ferris: Where's your brain?
Cameron: I asked you get-go.
Ferris: How can nosotros choice up Sloane if Rooney is there with her?
Cameron: I said for her to exist there alone and you freaked.
Ferris: Now, I didn't hit yous. I lightly slapped you.
Cameron: You hit me. Wait don't brand me participate in your stupid crap if you don't like the way I do it. You make me leave of bed, you brand me come over here. You make me make a phony phone telephone call to Edward Rooney? The human being could squash my nuts into oblivion. And-and-and and so, and so, you deliberately injure my feelings.
Ferris: Not that I disregard fascism, or any -ism for that matter. -Ism's in my opinion are not skillful. A person should non believe in an -ism, he should believe in himself. I quote John Lennon, "I don't believe in Beatles, I just believe in me." Good point there. After all, he was the walrus. I could be the walrus. I'd still take to bum rides off people.
Economics Teacher: Bueller? Bueller? Bueller?
Simone: Um, he'south sick. My best friend's sister's young man's blood brother's girlfriend heard from this guy who knows this kid who's going with the daughter who saw Ferris pass out at 31 Flavors last night. I guess it's pretty serious.
Economic science Teacher: Cheers, Simone.
Simone: No problem any.
[Cameron doesn't want to exit, but Ferris keeps calling]
Cameron: He'll keep calling me, he'll proceed calling me until I come over. He'll make me feel guilty. This is uh... This is ridiculous, ok I'll get, I'll become, I'll go, I'll become, I'll go. What - I'LL GO. Shit.
Ferris: [after the stop credits] ... You're still hither? Information technology's over!
Sloane: The city looks so peaceful from up here.
Ferris: Anything is peaceful from one thousand, three hundred and l-iii feet.
Cameron: I remember I encounter my dad.
Ferris: [his recorded message for the doorbell] Who is information technology?
[pause]
Ferris: Oh, I'k sorry. I can't come to the door right at present. I'm afraid that in my weakened condition, I could take a nasty spill down the stairs and subject myself to further school absences. Yous can reach my parents at their places of business concern. Thank you for stopping by. I appreciate your concern for my well-beingness. Have a nice day!
[after making a horrible dissonance with a clarinet]
Ferris: Never had one lesson!
Cameron: I am not going to sit down on my ass as the events that affect me unfold to make up one's mind the class of my life. I'thou going to take a stand. I'thousand going to defend information technology. Right or wrong, I'yard going to defend information technology.
Cameron: [singing] When Cameron was in Egypt'southward land... let my Cameron go!"
Ed Rooney: Les jeux sont faits. Translation: the game is upwards. Your ass is mine.
Katie Bueller: I just picked upwards Jeannie at the law station! She got a speeding ticket, some other speeding ticket, and I lost the Vermont deal because of her!
Tom Bueller: I think nosotros should shoot her.
[calling the police about an intruder]
Jeannie: At that place is an intruder - male, Caucasian, perhaps armed, certainly weird - in my kitchen... G-my-my-my name is Bueller...
[pause]
Jeannie: Expect, it's real prissy that you hope my brother is feeling better, but I'grand in danger, okay? I am very cute, very alone and very protective of my torso. I don't want it violated or killed, all right? I demand help! Speaka de English? DICKHEAD!
Ferris: The key to faking out the parents is the clammy hands. It'due south a skillful non-specific symptom; I'm a big believer in it. A lot of people volition tell yous that a practiced phony fever is a expressionless lock, simply, uh... you go a nervous mother, yous could current of air up in a doctor's role. That's worse than schoolhouse. You lot fake a stomach balk, and when y'all're bent over, moaning and wailing, you lick your palms. It's a little childish and stupid, but then, and 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 as her father]
Ed Rooney: So THAT'southward how it is in their family unit...
Ferris: I practise have a test today, that wasn't bullshit. It's on European socialism. I mean, actually, what'due south the point? I'm not European. I don't program on being European. So who gives a crap if they're socialists? They could be fascist anarchists, it nonetheless doesn't change the fact that I don't own a machine.
[sings into shower head a poetry from Wayne Newton'southward "Danke Schoen"]
Ferris: I call back Fundamental Park in Fall, how you tore your dress, what a mess, I confess...
Cameron: Okay Ferris, tin we just let it go, please?
Sloane: Ferris, please. Yous've gone to far. Nosotros're going to get busted.
Ferris: A: You tin can never go likewise far. B: If I'm gonna get busted, information technology is *not* gonna be by a guy like *that*.
[the guys merely discover the "additional miles" on the car]
Ferris: [to the audition] Here's where Cameron goes berserk.
Cameron: Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!
[Cameron's screams can be heard all across Chicago]
Shermerite: [a student is walking around with a can collecting money] Salve Ferris? Salvage Ferris?
[Solicits Jeannie]
Shermerite: Save Ferris?
Jeannie: Excuse me?
Shermerite: Well, a group of us are collecting coin to buy Ferris Bueller a new kidney. They run about 50 g's, so if yous wouldn't mind helping out...
Jeannie: Go piss up a flagpole.
Shermerite: I'm pitiful?
Jeannie: You should exist.
[Knocks the can out of his hand]
Shermerite: You heartless wench!
[concluding lines]
Ferris: You're still here? It's over. Go home. Become.
Economic science Teacher: In 1930, the Republican-controlled Firm of Representatives, in an effort to convalesce the effects of the... Anyone? Anyone?... the Great Depression, passed the... Anyone? Anyone? The tariff bill? The Hawley-Smoot Tariff Deed? Which, anyone? Raised or lowered?... raised tariffs, in an effort to collect more revenue for the federal government. Did it piece of work? Anyone? Anyone know the furnishings? It did non piece of work, and the United States sank deeper into the Nifty Depression. Today we have a similar debate over this. Anyone know what this is? Class? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone seen this before? The Laffer Bend. Anyone know what this says? It says that at this point on the revenue curve, you will get exactly the same corporeality of revenue equally at this point. This is very controversial. Does anyone know what Vice President Bush called this in 1980? Anyone? Something-d-o-o economics. "Voodoo" economics.
Ferris: [describing Cameron's house] The place is like a museum. Information technology's very beautiful and very cold, and y'all're not allowed to touch annihilation.
Girl on Bus: Gummi conduct? It'south been in my pocket; they're existent warm and soft.
Ferris: Hey, Cameron. You lot realize if we played by the rules correct now nosotros'd be in gym?
Ferris: Look, information technology's existent elementary. Whatsoever mileage we put on, we'll have off.
Cameron: How?
Ferris: We'll bulldoze dwelling house backwards.
Ferris: Iv thousand restaurants in the downtown surface area, I pick the one my begetter goes to.
Cameron: Nosotros'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 phone in the restaurant] All right, I've had enough of this.
Ferris: [Ferris is annoyed] You lot affect me, I yell RAT!
[hearing a fake phone bulletin]
Sloane: [crying on automobile] We can't come up to the phone right at present. We've had a... death in the family.
Ed Rooney: Grace, Ferris Bueller is behind this. There is no doubt in my mind, and now, he's got Sloane Peterson involved in this thing.
Grace: Her grandmother, too.
Ed Rooney: You pinhead.
Sloane: [sobbing] If you need to reach us, we'll be at the following number...
[sobbing becomes hysterical and over the meridian]
Ferris: [to the camera, subsequently tricking his parents into believing he'south sick] Incredible, one of the worst performances of my career and they never doubted it for a 2d.
[opens blinds to reveal a beautiful bound day]
Ferris: How can I possibly be expected to handle schoolhouse on a twenty-four hours like this?
[begins fiddling with electronics to fake his voice]
Ferris: This is my ninth sick mean solar day this semester. It's pretty tough coming up with new illnesses. If I get for ten, I'm probably going to accept to barf up a lung, so I better make this one count.
Ferris: I'm so disappointed in Cameron! Twenty bucks says he'southward in his motorcar correct at present debating on whether or non to go out.
Cameron: [Cameron's in his car] He'll keep calling me. He'll go along 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 become, I'll go. What - I'LL GO. Shit.
[Turns the engine on then turns it off and hits the rider seat]
Cameron: God Damn information technology!
[Turns the car on and revs it upwardly]
Cameron: Ahhhhhh! Shit!
[Gets out of the car]
Cameron: That'south information technology!
[Paces behind the motorcar and jumps up and downwards in frustration]
Ed Rooney: I did not reach this position in life by having some snot-nosed punk leave my cheese out in the wind.
[On the phone]
Ed Rooney: Are you also aware, Mrs. Bueller, that Ferris does not accept what we consider to be 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 non taking his bookish growth seriously. Now I've spent my morning examining his records. If Ferris thinks that he can merely coast through this month and still graduate, he is sorely mistaken. I have no reservations whatever nigh holding him dorsum 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 remember him being sick nine times.
Ed Rooney: That's probably because he wasn't sick. He was skipping school. Wake up and smell the coffee, Mrs. Bueller. Information technology's a fool's paradise. He is just leading you downward the primrose path.
Katie Bueller: I tin can't believe information technology.
Ed Rooney: I've got it right here in front of me. He has missed ix days...
[His figurer screen begins counting downwards from ix to two. Ferris is at home looking at the aforementioned screen]
Ferris: I asked for a car, I got a computer. How'south that for being born under a bad sign?
[Ferris has snuck aboard a parade float]
Ferris: Ladies and gentlemen, you lot are such a wonderful crowd, nosotros'd similar to play a little tune for you. It's i of my personal favorites and I'd like to dedicate information technology to a swain who doesn't think he's seen anything practiced today - Cameron Frye, this one's for you.
Cameron: [screams]
Sloane: Ferris! Get off of the float!
Ferris: If you lot're non over hither in 15 minutes, you can find a new best friend.
Cameron: You've been maxim that since the fifth grade.
Cameron: [Whispering to himself after hanging up from a phone call with Ferris] I'm dying.
[Phone rings, and Cameron answers]
Ferris: (over the phone) You're not dying, yous but can't call up of annihilation expert to practice.
[On the phone]
Ed Rooney: I'thou very sorry, Mr. Peterson...
Cameron: [disguised voice] Phone call me sir! Goddamn information technology!
Sloane: What could happen to it? It's in a garage.
Cameron: Information technology could get wrecked, stolen, scratched, breathed on incorrect... a pigeon could shit on it! Who knows?
Ferris: If anyone needs a twenty-four hours off, it's Cameron. He has a lot of things to sort out before he graduates. Tin't exist wound upward this tight and get to higher, his roommate volition kill him.
Maitre D': Yous're Abe Froman?
Ferris: That'southward correct, I'grand Abe Froman.
Maitre D': The Sausage Rex of Chicago?
Ferris: [defenseless off-guard] ... Uh yeah, that's me.
Maitre D': Await, I'm very busy. Why don't you have the kids and get back to the clubhouse?
Ferris: Are you suggesting that I'm not who I say I am?
Maitre D': I'm suggesting that you leave before I have to get snooty.
Ferris: Snooty?
Maitre D': Snotty.
Ferris: Snotty?
Sloane: Mr. Rooney... Ed... you're a beautiful human being. I want to thanks for your warmth and compassion.
[Calling her female parent'south office]
Jeannie: Well, where is she? This is her girl.
[pause]
Jeannie: Practise know where she is?
[pause]
Jeannie: Well, exercise y'all know when she'll exist dorsum?
[pause]
Jeannie: Exercise you know anything?
[slams down receiver]
Ferris: Don't worry almost it, I don't even have 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... yous know, I-I recollect I owe y'all an apology, sir.
Cameron: [disguised phonation] Well I should say you practice!
Ed Rooney: I, uh... I-I-I...
Cameron: [however bearded] Well, I think you should be sorry, for Christ's sake! A family member dies, and y'all insult me, what the hell'south the matter with you, anyway?
Ed Rooney: Uh-uh-uh, well I, y'all...
[breathes heavily]
Ed Rooney: ... I-I really don't know, sir, I mean, I didn't think I was talking to you, I idea I was talking to somebody else, you know sir, I would never deliberately insult you lot like that, I-I tin can't begin to tell yous how embarrassed I am!
Cameron: Pardon my French... but you're an asshole!
Ed Rooney: [waves at Grace]
Cameron: Asshole!
Ed Rooney: Uhh, you lot're absolutely right, sir, you've hit the nail right on the head!
Cameron: This isn't over however Buster, do y'all read me?
Ferris: I'm serious man, this is ridiculous making me wait around the house for you.
Cameron: Why can't you lot let me rot in peace?
Ferris: Cameron, this is my ninth ill 24-hour interval. If I go caught, I don't graduate. I'm not doing it for me, I'thousand doing information technology for you.
Cameron: Practise you know what my diastolic is?
Ferris: Be a man, have some Pepto-Bismol, become dressed and come on over here, I'g tired of this stuff.
Cameron: Oh, shut up!
Ferris: [has a telephone call on the other line] Agree your water for a 2d, I got another call.
Cameron: I don't know what I'm gonna practise.
Sloane: College.
Cameron: Yes, simply to exercise what?
Sloane: What are y'all interested in?
Cameron: Nix.
Sloane: Me neither!
Cameron: [to Ferris, who's singing on the parade float] YOU'RE CRAZY!
Sloane: What practise you think Ferris is gonna practise?
Cameron: He'due south gonna exist a fry melt at Venus!
Sloane: What are we going to exercise?
Ferris: The question isn't "what are nosotros going to practise," the question is "what aren't we going to exercise?"
Cameron: Delight don't say were not going to have the car habitation. Please don't say were not going to take the car home. Please don't say were not going to take the car home.
Ferris: [to the camera] If you had access to a car similar this, would y'all take it dorsum right away?
[beat]
Ferris: Neither would I.
Ferris: [Ferris is calling Cameron at habitation] Cameron, infant, what's happenin'?
Cameron: [Cameron lying in bed underneath covers] Very lilliputian.
Cameron: Ferris, my begetter loves this car more life itself.
Ferris: A man with priorities and so far out of whack doesn't deserve such a fine car.
[Ferris caresses the machine in admiration]
Cameron: No. No! Apparently, y'all don't understand!
Ferris: [ignoring Cameron] Wow.
Cameron: Ferris, he never drives it! He just rubs it with a diaper!
Ferris: It is and so choice. If you lot have the ways, I highly recommend picking ane upwardly.
English Teacher: [speaking very slowly] In... what... way... does the author's utilize of the prison
[takes chalk and draws prison house confined through the discussion 'prison' on blackboard]
English language Teacher: symbolize the protagonist'south struggle, and how does this chronicle to our give-and-take of the uses of irony?
Ferris: [while running home, Ferris runs by 2 bikini-clad sunbathers, then returns] Hi, 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 think of somethin' else. I'm puttin' my foot down.
[Ferris keeps driving]
Cameron: How bout we rent a nice Cadillac? My treat! Nosotros could call a limo! A nice stretch job with a Television receiver and a bar! How 'tour that?
Ferris: [Ferris pulls the car dorsum slightly] Come on! Live a lilliputian!
[Cameron crosses himself, walks to the car]
[Jeannie enters Mr. Rooney'due south office]
Grace: Howdy, Jeannie. Who's bothering yous at present?
Jeannie: Is Mr. Rooney in?
Grace: No, I'thou sorry. He'due south not. May I help yous?
Jeannie: I seriously doubt information technology. When's he back?
Grace: Well, I don't know. He's left the school grounds on personal business.
Jeannie: What's that supposed to mean?
Grace: Well, I believe that information technology's 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. form?
Jeannie: Probably.
[Departs]
Grace: Mmm-mmm-mmm. What a trivial asshole.
Ed Rooney: I don't trust this kid any further than I can throw him.
Grace: Well, with your bad genu Ed, you shouldn't throw anybody... It's true.
Ed Rooney: What is and then unsafe nigh a character like Ferris Bueller is he gives good kids bad ideas.
Grace: Mmm-hmm.
Ed Rooney: Last matter I demand at this point in my career is fifteen hundred Ferris Bueller disciples running around these halls. He jeopardizes my ability to effectivley govern this student body.
Grace: Well, makes you lot look like an ass is what he does, Ed.
Ed Rooney: Thank you, Grace. I think you're wrong.
Grace: Oh, he'due south very popular Ed. The sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, wastoids, dweebies, dickheads - they all adore him. They recollect he'southward a righteous dude.
Ed Rooney: That is why I have got to catch him this time- To show these kids the case he sets is a offset class ticket to nowhere!
[he easily Grace some papers]
Grace: Oh, Ed, you sounded like Dirty Harry just then.
Ed Rooney: Really?
Grace: Uh-huh
Ed Rooney: [scoffs lightly] Thanks, Grace.
Ferris: Cameron, what have you seen today?
Cameron: Nothing good.
Ferris: Nothing - wha - what do you mean nothing good? Nosotros've seen everything good. We've seen the whole city! We went to a museum, nosotros saw priceless works of fine art! We ate pancreas!
Ferris: [In a sing-vocal voice] Practice you lot have a kiss for daddy?
Cameron: [while kicking his begetter's automobile] Who practice you dearest? Who do yous dearest? You honey a automobile!
Sloane: Sooner or later, everybody goes kazoo.
Ed Rooney: I don't trust this kid any further than I can throw him.
Grace: Well with your bad articulatio genus Ed, you shouldn't throw anybody... Its true.
Jeannie: [over the house intercom, every bit Chief Rooney is continuing at the kitchen sink] Excuse me: if whoever was in this house is however in the house, I'd similar you to know that I've just called the police. I'd too like to add that I've got my father's gun and a *scorching* instance of herpes.
Ed Rooney: [Whistling for the dog with a vase in his hands] Come up hither doggy! Wait what Uncle Ed's got for you, you little fucker!
Jeannie: [thinking to herself] Perchance I'm overreacting. Maybe Ferris isn't such a bad guy. After all, I got a car, he got a computer. Simply still, why should he get to practice any he wants, whenever he wants? Why should everything work out for him? What makes him so goddamn special?
[spoken]
Jeannie: Screw him.
Shermanite with Jersey: Who's he talking to?
Blond Sherminite: Ferris Bueller, you know him?
Shermanite with Jersey: Yep, he'south getting me out of Summer School.
[break]
Shermanite with Jersey: Shit, I hope he doesn't dice. I tin't handle summer school.
[Ferris, Sloane and Cameron are in a taxicab. Ferris and Sloane are kissing]
Cameron: It's getting late, buddy. We better become get the car back abode.
Ferris: We have a few hours. We take until 6:00.
Cameron: I'thousand sorry. I know you don't care, but it does mean my ass.
Ferris: You recall I don't care?
Cameron: I KNOW yous don't intendance.
[opening lines]
Radio Announcer: It is a beautiful day in Chicago. Temperatures in the upper 70's.
Male child in Law Station: You article of clothing as well much centre makeup. My sister wears as well much. People think she'due south a whore.
Ed Rooney: How would y'all feel about another *year* of high school? Under my close personal supervision.
Ferris: [Hiding on the floor of the taxi while his begetter is in the automobile next to him] What'south he doing?
Sloane: He'due south licking the glass and making obscene gestures with his hands.
Attendant's Co-Pilot: [having gotten away with taking the priceless 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California on a wild joyride] Yeah, human, nosotros gotta' do this again!
Cameron: [faux answering machine message] Y'all have reached the Coughlin Brothers Mortuary. We're deeply sorry we are non able to come up to the phone right now, but if you leave your proper name and number, we will get back to you as soon every bit humanly possible.
Grace: [a while later the first fourth dimension Rooney yelled at "Sloane'south Dad"] Peterson dwelling house on line one. And watch your oral cavity this time.
Ferris: Smile, babe. But smile...
Jeannie: I can't bulldoze when you're yelling at me! Stop IT!
Grace: Oh, Ed. You just sounded similar Dirty Harry just then.
Ed Rooney: Really? Thanks, Grace.
Girl on Omnibus: [during the terminate credits as Ed sits downwards on the bus] I bet you never smelled a real school bus before.
Ferris: Dad, all this talking has fabricated me kinda calorie-free headed, I think I oughta lie downward.
Tom Bueller: Accept a bathroom. Then wrap a hot towel around your head.
Ferris: Wrap a hot towel around my head?
Tom Bueller: And then make yourself some soup, become a nap.
Cameron: [Sitting in his auto debating about going to Ferris'] He'll keep calling me, he'll go on calling me till I come over, he'll make me experience guilty, this uh, this is ridiculous okay I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, I'll become with, I'll go. Shit.
[starts motorcar, stalls and punches automobile seat 4 times]
Cameron: God Dammit!
[Car stalls once more and screams]
Cameron: Forget information technology, that'south it.
Ed Rooney: [feeling disgusted when his shoe gets stuck trapped in a big pile of mud bated Ferris's front thousand] My shoe.
[cleans his shoe with the water hose]
Ed Rooney: .
Ferris: [Ed rings the doorbell and turns around waiting for an answer] Who is it?
Ed Rooney: [property the speaker push] It'due south Ed Rooney, Ferris. I'd like to take a word with you lot.
Ferris: [through a recorded auto, titled Doorbell] Oh I'm sorry, I can't come up to the door correct now. I'thou afraid that in my weakened status, I could have a nasty spill down the stairs and subject myself to further school absences.
Ed Rooney: Save it, Ferris. Come down here.
Ferris: You can attain my parents at their places of business. Thank you for stopping by. I appreciate your concern for my well-being.
Ed Rooney: I'm not leaving until y'all come down and talk to me, Ferris.
Ferris: Take a nice day!
Ed Rooney: Y'all're in big problem, buster. Become downward here! Ferris! FERRIS!
[rings the doorbell again and knocks the door in frustration. Ferris'south canis familiaris is heard barking]
Ferris: Who is it?
Ed Rooney: [frustrated] You know damn well who it is!
Ferris: Oh, I'm lamentable. I can't come to the door correct now. I'1000 afraid that in my weakened condition, I could accept a nasty spill down the stairs and subject myself to further schoolhouse absences. You can reach my parents at their places of business concern. Thank you for stopping by. I appreciate your business concern for my well-being. Have a overnice day!
[Ferris runs past a couple of Babes sun bathing, then he walks dorsum to talk to them]
Ferris: Hi.
Girl: Hi.
[Ferris shakes hands with one of the Babes sun bathing]
Ferris: I'm Ferris Bueller.
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