Bueller?… Bueller?… Bueller? – Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (1986)

Bueller?… Bueller?… Bueller? That right there might be the most commonly uttered movie quote when you’re in school during roll call and someone doesn’t “here”. Anyone? Anyone? Yes, I’m right. Everyone has seen this movie and knows how great it is. I’m sure 90% of you have tried to rig the sleeping dummy and coughing tape mix in your effort to ditch school and have the parents think you were sick. Did anyone pull it off? Highly doubtful. You know who is gold is in this flick? The principal, Ed Rooney. He pretty much makes this movie. Too bad he turned out to be a pedophile. Wacky.

Ferris Bueller, you’re my hero
If you’re not over here in fifteen minutes, you can find a new best friend
Ferris: Look, it’s real simple. Whatever mileage we put on, we’ll take off
Cameron: How?
Ferris: We’ll drive home backwards
Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it
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 it’s pretty serious
It says that at this point on the revenue curve, you will get exactly the same amount of revenue as at this point. This is very controversial. Does anyone know what Vice President Bush called this in 1980? Anyone? Something-d-o-o economics. “Voodoo” economics
The sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, wastoids, dweebies, dickheads – they all adore him. They think he’s a righteous dude
We’ve seen everything good. We’ve seen the whole city! We went to a museum, we saw priceless works of art! We ate pancreas!
Only the meek get pinched. The bold survive
Oh, I’m sorry. I can’t come to the door right now. I’m afraid that in my weakened condition, I could take a nasty spill down the stairs and subject myself to further school absences. You can reach my parents at their places of business. Thank you for stopping by. I appreciate your concern for my well-being. Have a nice day!
Les jeux sont faits. Translation: the game is up. Your ass is mine
The question isn’t “what are we going to do,” the question is “what aren’t we going to do?”
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