trip outside...
or I'm going to have to call the police.
The...
- You're going to call the police on me?
- Yes.
Fine. As a matter of fact,
I'll call them myself.
Yes. Call the police.
This'll be a hoot.
Here, give me the phone.
I have another call.
- No.
- I've had enough of this horsing around.
- Give me the phone back.
- You touch me, I yell, "Rat."
There's another phone
around here somewhere. Find it.
Wonderful.
I weep for the future.
Okay, Ferris,
can we just let it go, please?
Ferris, please. You've gone too far.
You're going to get busted.
A: You can never go too far.
B: If I'm going to get busted,
it is not going to be by a guy like that.
Come on, "Abe."
Ask for Abe Froman.
MAITRE'D: Chez Quis, bonjour.
SLOANE: May I speak to Abe Froman...
- the sausage king of Chicago?
- Abe Froman?
Let me check the restaurant.
Could you describe him for me, please?
Leather jacket,
white T-shirt, sweater vest.
He's devastatingly handsome.
- Hold on one moment.
- Yes, thank you.
CAMERON: Mr. Froman, this is
Sergeant Peterson, Chicago Police.
- I appreciate your understanding.
- Don't think twice.
It's understanding
that makes it possible...
for people like us
to tolerate a person like yourself.
- Thank you.
- Don't mention it.
Enjoy your lunch.
Darling, you were wonderful.
Cameron, dear friend...
you thought we wouldn't have any fun.
Shame on you.
Maybe I'm overreacting.
Maybe Ferris isn't such a bad guy.
After all, I got a car. He got a computer.
But still...
why should he get to do whatever
he wants, whenever he wants?
Why should
everything work out for him?
What makes him so goddamn special?
Screw him.
I used to think that my family was
the only one that had weirdness in it.
That used to worry me.
Then I saw
how Cameron's family functioned.
His home life is really twisted.
That's why he's sick all the time.
It really bothers him.
He's the only guy I know
who feels better when he's sick.
If I had to live in that house,
I'd probably pray for disease, too.
The place is like a museum.
It's very beautiful and very cold...
and you're not allowed
to touch anything.
Can you appreciate
what it must have been like...
for Cameron
to be in that joint as a baby?
I'm actually amazed
that I got the car out of the garage.
I caught Cameron digging the ride
once or twice.
It's good for him.
It teaches him to deal with his fear.
Plus, and I must be honest here...
I love driving it. It is so choice.
If you have the means,
I highly recommend picking one up.
- Thank you.
- Yes, sir.
Mint.
Well, hello, Jeanie.
Who's bothering you now?
Is Mr. Rooney in?
No, I'm sorry, he's not. Can I help you?
I seriously doubt it. When's he back?
I don't know.
He's left the school grounds
on personal business.
What's that supposed to mean?
I suppose it means it's personal and
it's none of your business, young lady.
Nice attitude.
Isn't Mrs. Hagel
expecting you in consumer ed. class?
Probably.
What a little asshole.
Dave, you've got to consider
raising your advertising budget.
- We don't have the money.
- Dave...
if you want to sell, you have to spend.
It's as simple as that.
Four thousand restaurants
in the downtown area.
I pick the one my father goes to.
- We're pinched, for sure.
- No way, Cameron.
Only the meek get pinched.
The bold survive.
Let's go.
- Let's surrender.
- Never.
Dave, I know it sounds like
I'm beating a dead horse on this one.
But I'm telling you,
that that's not the case.
We don't have the money.
We don't have the...
Dave, you're one of the
brightest guys in this business.
You know what it takes
to push this over the top.
We're going to go heavy on TV...
and lighten up on the radio
and the print. Okay?
- He's got the money.
- Look, come on back to my office.
- I'll lay out the entire...
- He's got the money.
Dave, we know you've got the money.
We just have to spend it.
That's all, you bonehead.
Bueller.
Les