Ferris Bueller…Bueller…Bueller Quotes
Ferris Bueller, a “righteous dude”. He did what everybody in the world would love to do. He took the day off…and got away with it.
Ferris Bueller: Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it.
Ferris: It’s a little childish and stupid, but then so is high school.
Ferris: 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 still wouldn’t change the fact that I don’t own a car.
Ferris: It’s not that I condone fascism, or any “ism” for that matter. Isms in my opinion are not good.
Economics Teacher: Bueller…Bueller…Bueller…Bueller.
Simone: My best friend’s sister’s boyfriend’s brother’s girlfriend heard from this guy who knows this kid who’s going with a girl who saw Ferris pass out at 31 Flavors last night. I guess it’s pretty serious.
Cameron Frye: I’m dying.
Ferris Bueller: You’re not dying. You just can’t think of anything good to do.
Grace: The sportos and motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, wasteoids, dweebies, dickheads, they all adore him. They think he’s a righteous dude.
Cameron: The 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California. Less than 100 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.
Cameron: Ferris, my father loves this car more than like itself.
Ferris: A man with priorities so far out of whack doesn’t deserve such a fine automobile.
Cameron: Ferris, he never drives it. He just rubs it with a diaper
Maître D’: You’re Abe Froman? The Sausage King of Chicago?
Maître d’: I appreciate your understanding.
Ferris Bueller: It’s understanding that makes it possible for people like us to tolerate a person like yourself.
Maître d’: Thank you.
Cameron: He can’t hit, he can’t hit, he can’t hit, swing batter.
Ferris: Hey Cameron, do you realize if we played by the rules, right now we’d be in gym?
Ferris: Cameron, what have you seen today?
Cameron: Nothing good.
Ferris: What do you mean nothing god? 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.
Cameron: I don’t know what I’m gonna do.
Cameron: Yeah, but to do what?
Sloane: What are you interested in?
Sloane: Me neither.
Boy in Police Station: Drugs?
Jeanie Bueller: Thank you, no, I’m straight.
Boy: I meant are you in here for drugs?
Jeanie: Why are you here?
Cameron: What’d I do?
Ferris: You killed the car.
Sloane: You knew what you were doing when you woke up this morning, didn’t you?
Ferris: Me? Nah.