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you love? Who do you love?
You love a car.
You son of a bitch.
Shit.
I dented the shit out of it.
Good.
My father will come home,
he'll see what I did. I can't hide this.
He'll come home, he'll see what I did.
He'll have to deal with me.
I don't care, I really don't.
I'm just tired of being afraid.
Hell with him.
I can't wait to see the look
on the bastard's face.
What'd I do?
- What'd I do?
- You killed the car.
Whoa.
Holy shit.
Cameron, it's my fault.
I'll take the heat for it.
We'll wait for your father
to come home...
and when he gets here,
I'll tell him that I did it.
He hates me anyway.
No. I'll take it.
No, I'll take it.
No. No, you don't want this much heat.
I want it. If I didn't want it...
I wouldn't have let you
take the car out this morning.
I made you take the car this morning.
I could've stopped you.
It is possible to stop
Mr. Ferris Bueller, you know?
No, I want it.
I'm going to take it. That's it.
When Morris comes home...
he and I'll just have a little chat.
It's cool.
No, it's going to be good.
Thanks anyway.
This is a shock to me.
I mean, first of all, I don't know
why she wasn't in school.
And second of all, I just can't believe...
she came to you
with this story about an intruder.
Well, for whatever reason she did it,
I think she's had a pretty good scare.
Well, I really appreciate your calling me.
Really.
I can assure you that her father
and I are going...
to have a long talk
with her when we get home.
Thank you so much.
Oh, by the way,
I hope your son is feeling better.
I beg your pardon?
Tell him all the guys
at the station here are pulling for him.
Oh, right.
- Hi.
- Don't "hi" me, young lady.
- I want to get out of here, now, all right?
- Okay.
No, now. Let's get out of here.
- Okay.
- Okay?
- Yes.
- Now.
Fine.
Okay.
- She's a little hyper.
- Yeah.
Let's not ruin this
with a lot of talk, all right? Okay?
You didn't tell me your name.
Well, it's Jean,
but, a lot of guys call me Shauna.
Okay, Jean.
Cool.
That's great.
I'll see you, okay?
Yeah.
Jeanie, now!
- Now!
- Okay!
[Jeanie singing Danke Schoen]
I had a great time today.
Yeah. It was pretty cool.
Do you... Do you think
Cameron's going to be okay?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, sure. For the first time in his life.
He's going to be just fine.
You knew what you were doing when
you woke up this morning, didn't you?
Me? No.
Oh, shit. I have to go.
- I'll call you tonight.
- Okay.
- I love you!
- I love you, too!
He's going to marry me.
Do you know what it's like
to be pulled out of work...
to pick up your daughter
at the police station?
JEANIE: No, not really.
Well, on top of everything else...
I was about to close the damn deal
with the Vermont people.
I'm sorry.
I was going to take my commission
and buy Ferris a car.
Jeanie, what the hell are you doing?
You trying to kill us?
God, look at this mess.
Paper all over the place.
I'll never get this back in order.
Jeanie!
- Slow down! Now! Now!
- I can't drive when you're yelling at me!
Stop it!
[Police siren wailing]
- Hi, how you doing? Ferris Bueller.
- Hi.
- No, don't get up.
- Hey.
Smells delicious.
- Dinner's ready.
- What?
Who's that?
- What's wrong?
- Everything.
I just picked up Jeanie
at the police station.
She got a speeding ticket,
another speeding ticket...
and I lost the Vermont deal
because of her.
I think we should shoot her.
Looking for this?
I got you, Ferris.
- How's Ferris? Let's go check on him.
- Okay, honey. Yeah.
How was your day?
I have dreamed about this.
This time, goddamn, you little bastard...
I've got you right where I want you.
Ferris, we're home.
So...
how would you feel
about another year of high school?
Under my close personal supervision.
Hi.
Thank God you're all right. You know,
we've been worried sick about you.
Thank you, Mr. Rooney,
for driving him home.
Now I want you to go upstairs
and get in bed.
Scoot!
Can you

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