me.
Look, don't ask me
to participate in your stupid crap...
if you don't like the way I do it.
You make me get out of bed.
You make me come over here.
You make me make
a phoney phone call to Edward Rooney?
The man could squash my nuts
into oblivion, and then...
and then,
you deliberately hurt my feelings.
No, I did not deliberately...
I didn't deliberately hurt your feelings.
- Really?
- Really, no. No, I didn't.
What are you doing?
See you later, pal, I'm going home.
- No, no, come on, don't do that.
- Have a nice life.
Cameron, wait a minute.
Cameron, come back.
I didn't mean to lose my temper.
I'm sorry. It was uncalled for.
- You serious?
- Yeah.
Here you go.
Thank you.
You did screw-up though, right?
I mean, not that it was
completely your fault.
- Why?
- Well...
to fix the situation...
I'm going to have to
ask you for a small favour.
The 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California.
Less than 100 were made.
My father spent
three years restoring this car.
It is his love, it is his passion...
It is his fault he didn't lock the garage.
Ferris, what are you talking about?
Ferris, my father loves this car
more than life itself.
A man with priorities so far out of whack
doesn't deserve such a fine automobile.
No. No.
- Apparently you don't understand.
- Wow.
Ferris, he never drives it.
He just rubs it with a diaper.
Hey, remember how insane he went
when I broke my retainer?
Come on, that was a little piece
of plastic, this is a Ferrari.
[Speaking in Italian]
Cameron, I'm sorry,
but we can't pick up Sloane in your car.
Mr. Rooney would never believe
Mr. Peterson drives that piece of shit.
- It's not a piece of shit.
- It is a piece of shit.
Don't worry about it, I don't even have
a piece of shit, I have to envy yours.
Thanks.
Look, I'm sorry,
there's nothing else we can do.
- He knows the mileage, Ferris.
- He doesn't trust you?
- Never has, never will.
- Look, this is real simple.
Whatever miles we put on,
we'll take off.
- How?
- We'll drive home backwards.
No. No!
Ferris, forget it. You're just going to
have to think of something else.
I'm putting my foot down.
How about we rent a nice Cadillac?
My treat.
We could call a limo!
A nice stretch job with a TV and a bar.
How about that?
Come on, live a little.
Once again, let me tell you how deeply
saddened I am by your loss. I...
I had a grandmother, once.
Two, actually.
TEACHER: Deficits.
Who will have to pay that eventually?
Anyone? Anyone know?
"Man that is born of woman
hath but a short time to live
"and is full of misery
"He cometh up
and is cut down like a flow'r
"He flee'th as if it were a shadow
"and never continueth in one stay"
Oh, dear.
[Car engine revving]
Between grief and nothing...
I'll take grief.
Great.
Oh, Sloane, dear.
Hurry along now.
I guess that's my dad.
- Yeah.
- Got to go.
Mr. Rooney...
- Ed, you're a beautiful man.
- Thank you.
I want to thank you
for your warmth and compassion.
TEACHER: Higher "what" rates?
Anyone?
Higher marginal rates on your taxes.
Any questions so far?
Shit.
- Hi.
- Do you have a kiss for Daddy?
Are you kidding?
So, that's how it is in their family.
- Hi, Cameron. You comfortable?
- Hi, Sloane. No.
What are we going to do?
The question isn't:
What are we going to do?
The question is:
What aren't we going to do?
Don't say we're not going
to take the car home.
Please don't say we're not going
to take the car home.
If you had access to a car like this...
would you take it back right away?
Neither would I.
[SIoane whooping]
Hey, Ferris, don't go so fast!
- Red line, red line, red line.
- Ferris, get out!
[Beat City by The Flowerpot Men]
Thank you.
Save Ferris.
God loves you, you're very generous.
Save Ferris, save Ferris.
Save Ferris Bueller. Save Ferris.
- Save Ferris?
- What?
Well, see, we're collecting money
to buy Ferris Bueller a new kidney...
and they run about $50,000,
so if you could help