imagine
someone as sick as Ferris...
trying to walk home from the hospital?
Oh, kids.
By the way, Mr. Rooney,
you left your wallet on the kitchen floor.
[Growling]
[Rooney screaming]
[snoring]
Honey.
- He's still awfully warm.
- How do you feel?
150% better. Thank you.
Please...
don't make me stay home again.
I want to go to school.
I have to graduate in June. And I want...
Ferris, you're sick.
Now don't go pushing it
and making yourself worse.
- Maybe you're right, Dad.
- I know I'm right, pal.
How'd you get to be so sweet?
Years of practice.
Blanket.
Get well.
Come on.
Listen, I'm going to get myself settled
and I'll bring a hot cup of soup, okay?
[Murmuring contentedly]
Yup.
I said it before and I'll say it again.
Life moves pretty fast.
If you don't stop and look around
once in a while, you could miss it.
Four years of chasing this kid.
Four years he has been
making a fool of me.
Hey, Mr. Rooney, what's going on?
Did you get in a fight?
Want a lift?
I bet you never smelt
a real school bus before.
Gummy Bear?
They've been in my pocket.
They're real warm and soft.
You're still here?
It's over.
Go home.
Go.