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phone right now,
but if you leave your name and number,
we'll get back to you
as soon as is humanly possible.
Something's going on, goddamn it.
And I'm gonna find out what it is.
I'm gonna catch this kid and I'm gonna
put one hell of a dent in his future.
Fifteen years from now when he looks
back on the ruin his life's become,
he is going to remember
Edward Rooney.
- Wrong.
- What?
Not here.
We're not leaving the car here.
- Why not?
- Because we're not.
I want the car back home
where it belongs, right now.
Come on, let's go.
Cameron, what's gonna happen to it?
It's in a garage.
It could get wrecked, stolen, scratched,
breathed on wrong, a pigeon
could shit on it. Who knows?
Listen, will you calm down, please?
I'm gonna give the guy $5 to watch it.
What guy?
Hey, how you doing?
Do you speak English?
What country do you think this is?
Okay. Listen,
I want you to take extra
special care of this vehicle. Okay?
- Hey, no problem.
- Great.
Trust me.
- Sir?
- Come on.
Come.
Relax.
You fellows have nothing
to worry about. I'm a professional.
Professional what?
See what a finski can do
to a guy's attitude?
Cameron, come on.
Come on, come on.
Paper?
Hey, look at that.
Go! Go!
Bless his little heart.
Nine times.
- Ferris, you think the car's all right?
- Sure.
This is the world's tallest building.
Ferris, I don't feel too good.
Can we leave soon?
1,353 feet up in the air...
Here, climb up on this.
Come on, everybody.
Cameron.
Okay, now
lean forward against the glass like this.
Oh, my God.
Isnt that great?
The city looks so peaceful from up here.
Anything is peaceful from 1,353 feet.
I think I see my dad.
We got a lot to do, let's go.
Shit.
The son of a bitch
is down there somewhere.
- You want to get married?
- Sure.
Today?
I'm serious.
- I'm not getting married.
- Why not?
What do you mean, "Why not?"
Think about it.
Well, no, besides being too young,
having no place to live,
you feeling a little awkward about being
the only cheerleader with a husband,
give me one good reason why not.
I'll give you two good reasons why not:
My mother and my father.
They're married
and they hate each other.
You've seen them. Am I right?
- So what?
- Well, it's like that car.
He loves the car. He hates his wife.
Thank you.
Can we please get the hell out of here?
This place gives me the creeps.
Why didn't you tell me
we were coming to a...
- Hello, may I help you?
- You can sure as hell try.
Hi. I'm Abe Froman.
Party of three for 12:00.
Is there a problem?
- You are Abe Froman?
- That's right. I'm Abe Froman.
The sausage king of Chicago?
Yeah. That's me.
Listen, young man,
entre nous, I'm very busy here.
Why don't you take the kids
and go back to the clubhouse?
Are you suggesting
that I'm not who I say I am?
I'm suggesting that you leave
before I have to get snooty.
- Snooty?
- Snotty.
- Snotty?
- Okay, Abe, let's go.
No, I'm not going anywhere.
No, we'd like to be seated.
Listen, young man,
either you take the field trip outside
or I'm going to have to call the police.
The...
- You're gonna 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 gonna get busted.
A: You can never go too far.
B: If I'm gonna get busted,
it is not gonna be by a guy like that.
Come on, "Abe."
Ask for Abe Froman.
- Chez Quis, bonjour.
- 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

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