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to hear you say it.
In a nutshell, I hate my brother.
How's that?
That's cool. Did you
blow him away or something?
No, not yet.
He was ditching school. When I went
home to check, some guy was there.
The cops picked me up
for making a phoney call.
What do you care
if your brother ditches school?
- Everybody else has to go.
- You could ditch.
- I'd get caught.
- Yes.
You're pissed off because he ditches
and doesn't get caught, is that it?
- Basically.
- Basically.
- Your problem is you.
- Excuse me?
Worry about yourself,
not about what your brother does.
- That's just an opinion.
- What are you, a psychiatrist?
Keep your opinions to yourself.
There's somebody you should talk to.
If you say Ferris Bueller,
you lose a testicle.
Oh, you know him.
That whole time
I was just thinking things over.
I was like ... meditating.
Then I sort of watched myself
from inside.
I realized it was ridiculous ...
being afraid.
Worrying about everything.
Wishing I was dead.
All that shit. I'm tired of it.
It was the best day of my life.
I'm going to miss you guys next year.
Cameron, can I ask you a question?
Yeah.
Did you see me change
out of my clothes by the Jacuzzi?
Did you?
You saw me?
I thought you were catatonic.
That's okay. I'm not embarrassed.
I better check on the car.
Hey, Ferris!
Yeah?
The miles aren't coming off
going in reverse.
No ...
I thought that might be a problem.
We have to open the odometer,
roll it back by hand.
No, forget it.
Forget it.
I've got to take a stand.
I'm bullshit.
I put up with everything.
My old man pushes me around.
I never say anything.
He's not the problem.
I'm the problem.
I've got to take a stand.
I've got to take a stand against him.
I am not going to sit on my ass -
- as the events that affect me unfold
to determine the course of my life.
I'm going to take a stand and defend it.
Right or wrong,
I'm going to defend it.
I'm so sick of this shit.
I can't stand him
and I hate this goddam car.
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 see what I did.
I can't hide this.
He'll come home
and he'll have to deal with me.
I don't care. I really don't.
I'm just tired of being afraid.
The hell with him.
I can't wait to see the look
on his face.
What did I do?
- What did I do?
- You killed the car.
Whoa!
Holy shit!
It's my fault.
I'll take the heat for it.
When he comes home, we'll tell him
that I did it. He hates me anyway.
No, I'll take it.
- I'll take it.
- No, you don't want this much heat.
If I didn't want it,
I wouldn't have let you take the car.
- I made you take that car.
- I could have stopped you.
I want it.
I'm going to take it, that's it.
When Morris comes home,
he and I will just have a little chat.
It's cool.
No, it's going to be good.
Thanks anyway.
This is a shock to me.
I don't know why she left school.
And why would she come up
with a story about an intruder?.
For whatever reason she did it,
she's had a scare.
I appreciate you calling. We'll have
a long talk with her at home.
Thank you.
- I hope your son is feeling better.
- Pardon?
Tell him all the guys at the station
are pulling for him.
Right.
- Hi.
- Don't "hi" me, young lady.
I want to get out of here now.
Now.
Okay ... Fine!
- She's a little hyper.
- Yeah.
Let's not ruin this
with a lot of talk, okay?.
- You didn't tell me your name.
- It's Jean.
But a lot of guys call me Shauna.
- Okay, Jean.
- Cool.
That's great.
I'll see you, okay?.
Jeanie, now!
- Now!
- Okay.
- I had a great time today.
- Yeah, it was pretty cool.
Will Cameron be okay?.
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.
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

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