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a few words with you.
We don't have time to talk right now.
We'll get together over lunch.
- What's wrong with you?
- Wait!
- Where's your brain?
- Why did you kick me?
How can we pick up Sloane
if Rooney is there with her?.
I said for her to be there alone
and you freaked.
I didn't hit you.
I lightly slapped you.
You hit me.
Don't ask me to participate in your crap
if you don't like the way I do it.
You make me get out of bed
and come here.
You make me make a phoney call
to Edward Rooney.
The man could squash my nuts.
- And you deliberately hurt my feelings.
- No.
I did not deliberately
hurt your feelings. I didn't.
- What are you doing?
- See you later. I'm going home.
- Have a nice life.
- Cameron, wait a minute.
I didn't mean to lose my temper.
I'm sorry, it was uncalled for.
- Seriously?.
- Yeah.
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
You did screw up though, right?
- Not that it was completely your fault.
- Why?.
To fix the situation, I'm going
to have to ask you for a favor.
The 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California.
Less than a hundred 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?
My father loves this car more than life.
A man with such priorities
doesn't deserve this fine automobile.
No.
Apparently you don't understand.
He never drives it.
He just rubs it with a diaper.
Remember how insane he went
when I broke my retainer?.
That was a piece of plastic.
This is a Ferrari.
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.
Don't worry. I don't even have
a piece of shit. I have to envy yours.
I'm sorry ...
There's nothing else we can do.
- He knows the mileage.
- He doesn't trust you?
- Never has, never will.
- This is real simple.
Whatever miles we put on,
we'll take off.
- We'll drive home backwards.
- No.
No, Ferris, forget it.
I'm putting my foot down.
How about we rent a nice Cadillac?
My treat.
We could call a limo.
A stretch job with a TV and a bar.
Come on, live a little.
Let me tell you how deeply saddened
I am by your loss.
I had a grandmother once ...
Two, actually.
"Man hath but a short time to live
and is full of misery."
"He cometh up
and is cut down like a flower."
"He fleeth as if it were a shadow -
- and never continueth in one stay."
Oh, dear.
Between grief and nothing,
I'll take grief.
Great.
Sloane, dear, hurry along now.
I guess that's my dad.
I've got to go.
Mr. Rooney ... Ed ...
- You're a beautiful man.
- Thank you.
I want to thank you
for your warmth and compassion.
Shit!
- Do you have a kiss for Daddy?.
- Are you kidding?
So that's how it is in their family.
- Hi, Cameron, are you comfortable?
- Hi, Sloane. No.
- What are we going to do?
- What arent we going to do?
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 l.
Ferris, don't go so fast.
Save Ferris.
God bless you. You're very generous.
Save Ferris Bueller.
- Save Ferris?
- What?
We're collecting money
to buy Ferris Bueller a new kidney.
- Go piss up a flagpole.
- I'm sorry?.
- You should be.
- Hey!
What if you need a favor someday
from Ferris Bueller?.
Peterson home on line one.
Watch your mouth this time.
Go suck your hat.
We can't come to the phone now.
We've had a death in the family.
Ferris Bueller is behind this,
there is no doubt in my mind.
- Now Sloane Peterson is involved.
- Her grandmother, too.
You pinhead.
If you need to reach us,
well be at the following number.
I did not achieve my position by having
a punk leave my cheese in the wind.
You have reached
the Carlton Brothers Mortuary.
If you leave your name and number,
we'll get back to you.
Something is going on,
and I'm going to find out

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