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: I don't know what I'm gonna do. Sloane
: College. Cameron
: Yeah, but to do what? Sloane
: What are you interested in? Cameron
: Nothing. Sloane
: Me neither! Cameron
: [to Ferris, who's singing on the parade float
] YOU'RE CRAZY! Sloane
: What do you think Ferris is gonna do? Cameron
: He's gonna be a fry cook on Venus!
: He's gonna marry me.
[Ferris has snuck aboard a parade float
: Ladies and gentlemen, you are such a wonderful crowd, we'd like to play a little tune for you. It's one of my personal favorites and I'd like to dedicate it to a young man who doesn't think he's seen anything good today - Cameron Frye, this one's for you. Cameron
: Ferris! Get off of the float!
: What are we going to do? Ferris
: The question isn't "what are we going to do," the question is "what aren't we going to do?" Cameron
: Please don't say were not going to take the car home. Please don't say were not going to take the car home. Please don't say were not going to take the car home. Ferris
: [to the camera
] If you had access to a car like this, would you take it back right away?
: Neither would I.
: The city looks so peaceful from up here. Ferris
: Anything is peaceful from one thousand, three hundred and fifty-three feet. Cameron
: I think I see my dad.
: Okay Ferris, can we just let it go, please? Sloane
: Ferris, please. You've gone to far. We're going to get busted. Ferris
: A: You can never go too far. B: If I'm gonna get busted, it is *not* gonna be by a guy like *that*.
: Between grief and nothing... I'll take grief. Sloane
: Mr. Rooney... Ed... you're a beautiful man. I want to thank you for your warmth and compassion.
[hearing a fake phone message
: [crying on machine
] We can't come to the phone right now. We've had a... death in the family. Ed Rooney
: Grace, Ferris Bueller is behind this. There is no doubt in my mind, and now, he's got Sloane Peterson involved in this thing. Grace
: Her grandmother, too. Ed Rooney
: You pinhead. Sloane
] If you need to reach us, we'll be at the following number...
[sobbing becomes hysterical and over the top
: What could happen to it? It's in a garage. Cameron
: It could get wrecked, stolen, scratched, breathed on wrong... a pigeon could shit on it! Who knows?
: [Hiding on the floor of the taxi while his father is in the car next to him
] What's he doing? Sloane
: He's licking the glass and making obscene gestures with his hands.
: Sooner or later, everybody goes to the zoo.