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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 wanna 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!
I had a great time today.
Yeah. It was pretty cool.
Do you...
Do you think Cameron's gonna be okay?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, sure. For the first time in his life.
He's gonna 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 gonna marry me.
Do you know what it's like
to be pulled out of work
to pick up your daughter
at the police station?
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 gonna 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!
- 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 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.
Honey.
- He's still awfully warm.
- How do you feel?
150% better. Thank you.
Please,
don't make me stay home again.
I wanna 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?
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 smelled
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.[Radio jingle playing]
ANNOUNCER: It is a beautiful day
in Chicago today.
Temperatures expected
to reach the upper 70s.
Right now, 75 at the lakefront...
74 at Midway, 73 at O'Hare.
And now, up in the sky...
Don Nelson with SkyView traffic.
JOYCE: Ferris?
- Thanks. We've got scores of accidents.
- Ferris?
Tom!
[Footsteps running]
- What's the matter?
- It's Ferris.
- What? What's wrong?
- What's wrong? For Christ's sake...
Look at him, honey.
Ferris?
He doesn't have a fever, but he says his
stomach hurts and

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