Ferris: [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.
Ferris: I do have a test today, that wasn't bullshit. It's on European socialism. I mean, really, what's the point? I'm not European. I don't plan on being European. So who gives a crap if they're socialists? They could be fascist anarchists, it stil...
Sloane: 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.
Ferris: If anyone needs a day off, it's Cameron. He has a lot of things to sort out before he graduates. Can't be wound up this tight and go to college, his roommate will kill him.
Cameron: The 1961 Ferrari 250GT California. Less than a hundred were made. My father spent three years restoring this car. It is his love, it is his passion. Ferris: It is his fault he didn't lock the garage.
[after hearing Jeannie describe her problems... ] Boy in Police Station: There's someone you should talk to. Jeannie: If you say Ferris Bueller, you lose a testicle. Boy in Police Station: Oh, you know him?
Shermanite with Jersey: Who's he talking to? Blond Sherminite: Ferris Bueller, you know him? Shermanite with Jersey: Yeah, he's getting me out of Summer School. [pause] Shermanite with Jersey: Shit, I hope he doesn't die. I can't handle summer school...
Doughboy: We got a problem here? We got a problem, nigga? [Ferris and gang take a step back] Ferris: Put the gun away, nigga. Female Club Member: Can we have one night where there ain't no fightin'; nobody gets shot? Doughboy: Shut up, bitch!
Jim Garrison: Thank you for your time, David. I'm sorry this has to end inconveniently for you but I am going to have to detain you for further questioning by the FBI. David Ferrie: Why, what's wrong? Jim Garrison: David, I find your story simply not...
[Cameron doesn't want to go out, but Ferris keeps calling] Cameron: He'll keep calling me, he'll keep calling me until I come over. He'll make me feel guilty. This is uh... This is ridiculous, ok I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go. What - I'...
[Rooster and LaBoeuf are on the ferry; Mattie comes over to get on board] LaBoeuf: You're not gettin' on this ferry. Mattie Ross: This is open to the public. I paid my ten cents for horse and rider. LaBoeuf: Red, take this girl into town to the sheri...
Economics Teacher: Bueller?... Bueller?... Bueller?
Ferris: Not that I condone fascism, or any -ism for that matter. -Ism's in my opinion are not good. A person should not believe in an -ism, he should believe in himself. I quote John Lennon, "I don't believe in Beatles, I just believe in me." Good po...
Economics Teacher: Bueller? Bueller? Bueller? Simone: Um, he's sick. My best friend's sister's boyfriend's brother's girlfriend heard from this guy who knows this kid who's going with the girl who saw Ferris pass out at 31 Flavors last night. I guess...
Jeannie: [thinking to herself] Maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe Ferris isn't such a bad guy. After all, I got a car, he got a computer. But still, why should he get to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants? Why should everything work out for him? What...
I rate Morrissey as one of the best lyricists in Britain. For me, he's up there with Bryan Ferry.
Certainty a strange Ferris wheel of a statement!
Maitre D': I weep for the future.
Mr. Bernstein: A fellow will remember a lot of things you wouldn't think he'd remember. You take me. One day, back in 1896, I was crossing over to Jersey on the ferry, and as we pulled out, there was another ferry pulling in, and on it there was a gi...
Ferris: Cameron has never been in love - at least, nobody's ever been in love with him. If things don't change for him, he's gonna marry the first girl he lays, and she's gonna treat him like shit, because she will have given him what he has built up...
Ferris: The key to faking out the parents is the clammy hands. It's a good non-specific symptom; I'm a big believer in it. A lot of people will tell you that a good phony fever is a dead lock, but, uh... you get a nervous mother, you could wind up in...
