Half Crazed~ButterFlies~Trick Or Treat

Yikes!!
My title says it all just about...
I have butterflies..for the kiddos..They start back tomorrow. And I have the butterflies..
Why..Because I am excited and thrilled for them. I remember as a kid being so excited about the first day of school..what'cha gonna wear? what kinda friends will you meet?

The orientation went by in a jiffy. Just dropped off our supplies and met the teachers. Christopher's teacher SEEMS SO WONDERFUL! Which is great. It is so hard to believe he is going in 6th grade (he really is supposed to be in 7th) HE did not get held back because he failed. By while in Kindergarten here the first year the teacher thought since he was NEW to the area that it would be best for him to be in kindergarten again (oh, and he did not hold his scissors right) GEEZ oh PETE....OF COURSE I did not know what to do so I listened. You see the first year Christopher atteneded Christian Private school. They were great, they had no problems with him going in the 1st, matter of fact they were more advanced AND SAID HE WAS ADVANCED!!! Then we move to a small town that is half backwards............)grrrrr....babbling..
but in short..iT MIGHT be a great thing. With the Diagnoses of Aspergers and all. Besides he is shorter then most 5th graders ( we are short peeps)
whew rant over!!!
Anywho it seems as if Christophers teacher is going to be great. All in all Chris has had great teachers. There has only been 2 that we have had issues with.
Gabby has ALWAYS had great teachers too..maybe to great. They use to be to "partial" to her. One year I remember being in a meeting and the teacher said "when 'so&so" does somthing I have to yell at them, but when Gabby does it I just can't" She has been teachers pet for years.
As far As Sophia Goes, home one more year unless I can find the money AKA make enough dollies to send her to pre K. She is ready. She can't stand the fact the kids leave and she has to be here during the day.
Last year while the kids were getting on the bus, she tried to get on, when I pulled her away she had a crying fit!! that went out for about 2 weeks until she understood it was her not her time.

GOING ON TO HALF CRAZED
Here IS my Spooky Time Jingles Offering
She is half crazed..but super sweet I think she is channeling me! (if you know me a wee bit that is me)







Next is my Newest Ebay Offering. I tried super hard to get it done for Spooky Time Jingles, but these old bones done move as fast as they use too.







Well, need to paint Miss Gabby's Nails :)
Thanks for stopping by and learning a wee bit more about me
Heidi

I'm Dreaming of a WHITE Summer.......

Wow! With the heat index reaching 112 the other day it left me longing for Snow, Ice and bitter Wind Chill(these pics are from last winter)! On the upside, Grandam has been making fresh squeezeed lemonade to help quench our thirst. (Gotta LOVE GRANDMAS!!)

The kids are back from Nana's. They were the ones calling and begging me to come GET them which took me by suprise, I really thought it would be my mom at her wits ends calling me to come get the kids.

School starts one week from tomorrow. The count down is on!

Notebooks..check

Lunch boxes...check

Pencils (#2 of course) Check.....

I miss my SUGAR BOOGER

The kids have been Gone all week over at Nana's house. Sure, I miss them all. But I really Miss MY LIL SOPHIA (aka Sugar Booger)!!!
I took these pics of her last Sunday Before she left.

Where The Grass Grows

Yesterday as I was driving down Main Street I noticed all the way down in the middle of the road where the pavement had cracked and flourishing forth and thriving was bright green grass. I thought this was one of the most beautiful things that I had seen. I saw this as a comparison of us. How we can thrive in terrible circumstances...not only just barely there to wither, wilt and fade away..BUT TO FLOURISH..To grow where you are planted.

I snapped this pic on  S. 2nd Street in Desoto..

Tribute to Metaphysical Surrealist ~Giorgio De Chirco

On Ebay Now.....

"The Melancholy And Mystery Of A Circus" is the the title of the painting. My husband painted it...I altered it a wee bit....

Inspired by Giogrio De Chirco an Itallian Artist who did surrealism.

Major Italian painter, who founded the metaphysical school. He was born in Volos, Greece, the son of an Italian engineer. He studied art in Athens and in Munich, where he was strongly influenced by the allegorical works of the 19th-century Swiss painter Arnold Böcklin. In Turin and Florence and in Paris, where he settled in 1911, he painted deserted cityscapes, such as Enigma of an Autumn Night (1910) and Mystery and Melancholy of a Street (1914). These early metaphysical works, through sharp contrasts of light and shadow and exaggerated perspective, evoke a haunting, ominous dream world. As an army conscript in Ferrara in 1915 de Chirico met the futurist painter Carlo Carrà; together they founded the magazine Pittura Metafisica in 1920. From 1915 to 1925 de Chirico painted bizarre, faceless mannequins and juxtaposed wildly unrelated objects in his still lifes, a technique adopted by the surrealists. From 1924 to 1930 de Chirico gave enormous impetus to the surrealist movement and influenced such surrealists as Yves Tanguy and Salvador Dalí. By the mid-1930s he had turned to an outworn academic style and chose to become a fashionable portraitist.

Visit From A GOAT

Wowzers..ONE of my bestest friends came to visit me. I so appreicate it too..

she drove through contruction..chased my beagle through out the neigborhood(which was very gratifying to me so now she knows what I deal with!!)

She did just about all of the dishes from our yummy meal too , that Granny and I spend nearly 3 days getting togehter! Gumbo...fried chicken...pinto beans..turn up greens...corn bread..and FRIED GREEN MATERS!!!

It was so neat for us to sit down and hear My Grandma tell her stories too...

Tay Tay(Taylor) and Gabby became fast friends once again..(years ago they met and I can't find the picture...)

Kim has been a big part of our family for years, and I consider her a sister..more family then family....

Kim is one of the NEATEST..FUNNIEST....CUTIEST...people on the face of the Earth.....

We are blessed to have her as a friend.

Not only is she a great friend..but very talented..KIM IS THE SMILING GOAT......

http://thesmilinggoat.blogspot.com/

Life Is Good

Life is Good...
I got my Health.
I love my Husband, He loves Jesus.....
My kids have their health.
their is a roof over our head
Their is food in our fridge.
I can't complain

Rejoice always, 1 pray without ceasing, in everything give thanks; Thessalonians 5:16-18

Wrapped In TRUTH

WRAPPED IN TRUTH

IS ON EBAY NOW

Harvest Blessings

Wowzers..I finally have something made





A very fun Dapper FoLky Feller indeed.


Other then that, not a whole lot going on. I am looking forward to this week. The kids get out of summer shcool on Monday and with the 4th coming up we plan on getting all the goodies to celebrate. Everything from Ribs, brats, to fireworks.........



I am working hard for new releases coming up on the new site Entitled Spooky Time Jingles. The Release date is on the 13th (I am sure you will not forget that.) The harts new release date is the 1st...I have some primitive needfuls for your home. Alas on the 10th be sure to check out PFATT market place for the "HollY JOLLY JULY"

Gonna Keep this short need to get back to work.

have a great week ahead
Warmly
Heidi

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDMA

wow!! My grandma is 84 today! She raised me most of my life, and now again I feel like she is still raising me :). It truly has been a blessings to have her in my home. My grandma has been through and seen alot in her 84 years. When she was a child she got in severe trouble for not heiling Hitler. She has seen bombs come through her house. She made the journey to America after she found true love of an American solider lad. She knew no English, he knew no German. She had to stay in Canada a year before coming here. She is truly old school too! hard working scrubby dutch, she can hardly sit idle. What a woman! She has always wanted to see better for others then what she had.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDMA

**Busy**Busy**Busy**

Hello! Thanks for always for stopping by. Just thought I would drop a line or two to let you know what is going on. Just PLUM BUSY!
**Sigh**
School let out a few weeks ago, then 2 days later the kids started summer school, the bus comes an hour earlier for that. I find it best to wake up around 6:00, but it seems the first few hours are the fastest and I think the reason is because I MOVE SO SLOW..
I ripped out the wall paper in bathroom, painted the kitchen cabinets too...
The kids have swimming now on Mondays and tuesdays and lil sophia takes Yoga on Wednesday.
Over the weekend we attended the strawberry festival then spent the day at the pool.
All in the mean time I am trying my hardest to work and dollies.
I have even managed to come out with a new pattern release, Which feels great because it has been long overdue. I am working on a couple of projects and hope to put those into pattern as well.
Next week seems even more packed! Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday Perry Stone will be in town at a local mega church and truly looking foward to hearing his preachings.
Other then that Not a whole lot going on..
well, thanks again for stopping by..I need to get back to work.
**sorry for keeping this so to the point..**
:)
heidi
p.s.
When you buy my new pattern from website, you can pick a pattern out of your choice for free :)~~ offer ends on the 15th of June

Lets Eat!

boy oh boy..I think Spring is my favorite time of the year..for alot of reasons. Sure, you have all of the new life coming forth as buds sprout and new beginings happen. But it is also when you can really fire up the grill too! Not to hot, not to cold..just right.

First we marinate the Shrimp and Veggies. Lots of fresh thyme, fresh rosmary TONS OF GARLIC! and of course olive oil with fresh cracked pepper (picutres are enlarged to show flavor and texture ;)




Skewer then add to grill




Take in the smell and sights!



Eat, then smile!

The Proof is in The Pudding

Whelp Ladies, Please don't tell me I am the only one..I saw the Nivea commercial and had to run out and buy this product.

I suppose the proof will truly be in the pudding (cottage cheese, celulite, flubber, marshmellow, pillow like softness that is my body)

**which reminds me of a funny story ..***

Goes a little something like this..

Gabby is Rubbing Nanna's back, and walking on it.

Gabby gets down from Nanna's back

Gabby Proceeds to say.

"Nanna, You are fluffy like a marshmellow..."

Or When Gabby Says

"Mom, You make a good pillow"

We shall see if fluffy will go away....

Heidi

P.S. I could not find the 1-800 number to see if they sold it in 50 Gallon size....that way I could just take a quick dip. I am sure 2 times daily for best results ;)

How can I possibly be expected to handle school on a day like this?

Today Was a Ferris Bueller day...I played outside in the yard...

How can I possibly be expected to sew and make dollies on a day like this?

I haved included all of the best quotes to jog your memory :)

Ferris: Incredible! One of the worst performances of my career and they never doubted it for a second.

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Cameron: I am not going to sit on my a*s as the events that affect me unfold to determine the course of my life. I'm going to take a stand. I'm going to defend it. Right or wrong, I'm going to defend it.

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Cameron: 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 at Venus!

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Sloane: He's gonna marry me.

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[Ferris has snuck aboard a parade float]
Ferris: 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: [screams]
Sloane: Ferris! Get off of the float!

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Ferris: Hey, Cameron. You realize if we played by the rules right now we'd be in gym?

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Cameron: What'd I do?
Ferris: You killed the car.

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Sloane: 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?
[beat]
Ferris: Neither would I.

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[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'LL GO.
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Ferris: I'm so disappointed in Cameron! Twenty bucks says he's in his car right now debating on whether or not to go out.
Cameron: [Cameron's in his car] He'll keep calling me. He'll keep calling me until I come over. He'll make me feel guilty. This is - Alright I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, alright I'll go. Sh*t!
[Turns the engine on then turns it off and hits the passenger seat]
Cameron: God D*mn it!
[Turns the car on and revs it up]
Cameron: Ahhhhhh! Sh*t!
[Gets out of the car]
Cameron: That's it!
[Paces behind the car and jumps up and down in frustration]

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Jeannie: In a nutshell: I hate my brother.
Boy in Police Station: That's cool. Did you blow him away or somethin'?

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Cameron: Why'd you kick me?
Ferris: Where's your brain?
Cameron: Why'd you kick me?
Ferris: Where's your brain?
Cameron: Why'd you kick me?
Ferris: Where's your brain?
Cameron: I asked you first.
Ferris: How can we pick up Sloane if Rooney is there with her?
Cameron: I said for her to be there alone and you freaked.
Ferris: Now, I didn't hit you. I lightly slapped you.
Cameron: You hit me. Look don't make me participate in your stupid crap if you don't like the way I do it. You make me get out of bed, you make me come over here. You make me make a phony phone call to Edward Rooney? The man could squash my nuts into oblivion. And-and-and then, and then, you deliberately hurt my feelings.

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[a baseball game is on television]
Ed Rooney: What's the score?
Pizza Joint Owner: Nothin' nothin'.
Ed Rooney: [not really listening] Who's winning?
Pizza Joint Owner: The Bears.

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Ferris: If you're not over here in fifteen minutes, you can find a new best friend.
Cameron: You've been saying that since the fifth grade.

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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 makes him so goddamn special?
[spoken]
Jeannie: Screw him.

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Economics Teacher: In 1930, the Republican-controlled House of Representatives, in an effort to alleviate the effects of the... Anyone? Anyone?... the Great Depression, passed the... Anyone? Anyone? The tariff bill? The Hawley-Smoot Tariff Act? Which, anyone? Raised or lowered?... raised tariffs, in an effort to collect more revenue for the federal government. Did it work? Anyone? Anyone know the effects? It did not work, and the United States sank deeper into the Great Depression. Today we have a similar debate over this. Anyone know what this is? Class? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone seen this before? The Laffer Curve. Anyone know what this says? 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.

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Ed Rooney: I did not achieve this position in life by having some snot-nosed punk leave my cheese out in the wind.

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Cameron: [singing] When Cameron was in Egypt's land...?let my Cameron go!"

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Cameron: Ferris Bueller, you're my hero.

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Economics Teacher: Bueller?... Bueller?... Bueller?

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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: I hope he doesn't die. I can't handle summer school.

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Maitre D': [grabs ferris on the shoulder while he grabs the phone in the resteraunt] All right, I've had enough of this
Ferris: [Ferris is annoyed] You touch me I yell rat!

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Ferris: Look, it's real simple. Whatever mileage we put on, we'll take off.
Cameron: How?
Ferris: We'll drive home backwards.

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Cameron: [Ferris slowly pulls the Ferrari out of the garage] No, Ferris. I'm putting my foot down. You're just gonna have to think of something else.
[Ferris keeps driving]
Cameron: Ferris! We could call a limo! One of those stretch jobs with the TV and the bar. How about that?
Ferris: [Ferris pulls the car back slightly] Come on. Live a little!
[Cameron crosses himself, walks to the car]

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Ferris: Hi. Do you speak English?
Garage Attendant: Uh, what country do you think this is?

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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.

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Cameron: 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*.

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Ferris: [after arguing with the Maitre'd] A- You can never go too far. B- If I'm gonna get busted, it is not gonna be by a guy like that.

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Grace: Oh, Ed. You just sounded like Dirty Harry just then.
Ed Rooney: Really? Thanks, Grace.

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Ferris: [describing Cameron's house] The place is like a museum. It's very beautiful and very cold, and you're not allowed to touch anything.

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Ferris: Life goes by pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

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Boy in Police Station: You wear too much eye makeup. My sister wears too much. People think she's a whore.

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Maitre D': You're Abe Froman?
Ferris: That's right, I'm Abe Froman.
Maitre D': The Sausage King of Chicago?
Ferris: [caught off-guard] ... Uh yeah, that's me.
Maitre D': Look, I'm very busy. Why don't you take the kids and go back to the clubhouse?
Ferris: Are you suggesting that I'm not who I say I am?
Maitre D': I'm suggesting that you leave before I have to get snooty.
Ferris: Snooty?
Maitre D': Snotty.
Ferris: Snotty?

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Ferris: Cameron, what have you seen today?
Cameron: Nothing good.
Ferris: Nothing - wha - what do you mean nothing good? 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!

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Shermerite: [a student is walking around with a can collecting money] Save Ferris? Save Ferris?
[Solicits Jeannie]
Shermerite: Save Ferris?
Jeannie: Excuse me?
Shermerite: Well, a group of us are collecting money to buy Ferris Bueller a new kidney. Save Ferris?
Jeannie: Go piss up a flagpole.
Shermerite: I'm sorry?
Jeannie: You should be.
[Knocks the can out of his hand]

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Ed Rooney: Between grief and nothing... I'll take grief.
Sloane: Great.

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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 it's pretty serious.
Economics Teacher: Thank you, Simone
Simone: No problem whatsoever.

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Grace: Oh, he's very popular Ed. The sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, waistoids, dweebies, dickheads - they all adore him. They think he's a righteous dude.

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[calling the police about an intruder]
Jeannie: There is an intruder - male, Caucasian, possibly armed, certainly weird - in my kitchen... M-my-my-my name is Bueller...
[pause]
Jeannie: Look, it's real nice that you hope my brother is feeling better, but I'm in danger, okay? I am very cute, very alone and very protective of my body. I don't want it violated or killed, all right? I need help! Speaka de English? D*CKH**D!

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Boy in Police Station: Drugs?
Jeannie: Thank you, no. I'm straight.
Boy in Police Station: I meant, are you in here for drugs?
Jeannie: Why are you here?
Boy in Police Station: Drugs.

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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 The Beatles, I just believe in me." Good point there. After all, he was the walrus. I could be the walrus. I'd still have to bum rides off people.

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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 cares if they're socialists? They could be fascist anarchists. It still doesn't change the fact that I don't own a car. 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 The Beatles, I just believe in me." Good point there. After all, he was the walrus. I could be the walrus. I'd still have to bum rides off people.

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Ferris: [Ferris is calling Cameron at home] Cameron, babe, what's happenin'?
Cameron: [Cameron lying in bed underneath covers] Very little.

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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 a doctor's office. That's worse than school. You fake a stomach cramp, and when you're bent over, moaning and wailing, you lick your palms. It's a little childish and stupid, but then, so is high school.

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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.

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Garage Attendant: You guys got nothing to worry about, I'm a professional.
Cameron: A professional what?

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Ferris: Pardon my French, but Cameron is so tight that if you stuck a lump of coal up his ass, in two weeks you'd have a diamond.

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Ed Rooney: Les jeux sont faits. Translation: the game is up. Your ass is mine.

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Singing Nurse: I heard that you were feeling ill. Headache, fever, and a chill. I came to help restore your pluck, cause I'm the nurse who likes to...

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Ed Rooney: How would you feel about another *year* of high school? Under my close personal supervision.

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Sloane: Mr. Rooney... Ed... you're a beautiful man. I want to thank you for your warmth and compassion.

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Ferris: [his recorded message for the doorbell] Who is it?
[pause]
Ferris: 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!

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Ed Rooney: I don't trust this kid any further than I can throw him.
Grace: Well, with your bad knee Ed, you shouldn't throw anybody... Its true.
Ed Rooney: What is so dangerous about a character like Ferris Bueller is he gives good kids bad ideas.
Grace: Mmm-hmm.
Ed Rooney: Last thing I need at this point in my career is fifteen hundred Ferris Bueller disciples running around these halls. He jeopardizes my ability to effectivley govern this student body.
Grace: Well, makes you look like an ass is what he does, Ed.

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[Calling her mother's office]
Jeannie: Well, where is she? This is her daughter.
[pause]
Jeannie: Do know where she is?
[pause]
Jeannie: Well, do you know when she'll be back?
[pause]
Jeannie: Do you know anything?
[slams down receiver]

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Maitre D': I weep for the future.

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[On the phone]
Ed Rooney: Are you also aware, Mrs. Bueller, that Ferris does not have what we consider to be an exemplary attendance record?
Katie Bueller: I don't understand.
Ed Rooney: He has missed an unacceptable number of school days. In the opinion of this educator, Ferris is not taking his academic growth seriously. Now I've spent my morning examining his records. If Ferris thinks that he can just coast through this month and still graduate, he is sorely mistaken. I have no reservations whatsoever about holding him back another year.
Katie Bueller: This is all news to me.
Ed Rooney: It usually is. So far this semester he has been absent nine times.
Katie Bueller: Nine times?
Ed Rooney: Nine times.
Katie Bueller: I don't remember him being sick nine times.
Ed Rooney: That's probably because he wasn't sick. He was skipping school. Wake up and smell the coffee, Mrs. Bueller. It's a fool's paradise. He is just leading you down the primrose path.
Katie Bueller: I can't believe it.
Ed Rooney: I've got it right here in front of me. He has missed nine days...
[His computer screen begins counting down from nine to two. Ferris is at home looking at the same screen]
Ferris: I asked for a car, I got a computer. How's that for being born under a bad sign?

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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 sh*t, because she will have given him what he has built up in his mind as the end-all, be-all of human existence. She won't respect him, 'cause you can't respect somebody who kisses your ass. It just doesn't work.

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Katie Bueller: I just picked up Jeannie at the police station! She got a speeding ticket, another speeding ticket, and I lost the Vermont deal because of her!
Tom Bueller: I think we should shoot her.

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Cameron: Ferris, my father loves this car more than life itself.
Ferris: A man with priorities so far out of whack doesn't deserve such a fine automobile.
[Ferris caresses the car in admiration]
Cameron: No. No! Apparently, you don't understand!
Ferris: [ignoring Cameron] Wow.
Cameron: Ferris, he never drives it! He just rubs it with a diaper!

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[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?

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Maitre D': I'm suggesting that you leave before I have to get snooty.
Ferris: Snooty?
Maitre D': Snotty.
Ferris: Snotty?

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Cameron: [in disguised voice] Pardon my French, but you're an a**hole! A**hole!

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Cameron: [Whispering to himself after hanging up from a phone call with Ferris] I'm dying.
[Phone rings, and Cameron answers]
Ferris: (over the phone) You're not dying, you just can't think of anything good to do.

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Ferris: Four thousand restaurants in the downtown area, I pick the one my father goes to.
Cameron: We're pinched, for sure.
Ferris: Only the meek get pinched. The bold survive.

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[after making a horrible noise with a clarinet]
Ferris: Never had one lesson!

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[On the phone]
Ed Rooney: I'm very sorry, Mr. Peterson...
Cameron: [disguised voice] Call me sir! Godd*mn it!

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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 cares if they're socialists? They could be fascist anarchists. It still doesn't change the fact that I don't own a car.

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Ferris: [In a sing-song voice] Do you have a kiss for daddy?

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[Ferris has snuck aboard a parade float]
Ferris: 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.

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Jeannie: I can't drive when you're yelling at me! STOP IT!

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Ed Rooney: Ed Rooney.
Cameron: [disguising voice as George Peterson] Ed. This is George Peterson.
Ed Rooney: How are you today, sir?
Cameron: [voice disguised] Well, we've had a bit of bad luck this morning as you may have heard.
Ed Rooney: Yeah I heard, and man, I'm all broken up, boy, what a blow.
Cameron: [disguised] Yeah. Yeah. Well, uh, it's been a tough morning and we got a lot of family business to take care of, so if you wouldn't mind excusing Sloane, I'd appreciate it.
Ed Rooney: Uh, yeah, sure, no I'd be happy to, yeah you, uh, you you just produce a corpse, and uh, I'll release Sloane. I wanna see this dead grandmother first hand.
Grace: Ed?
Ed Rooney: It's alright, Grace, it's Ferris Bueller the little twerp. I'm gonna set a trap and let him fall right in it.
Grace: Ooh!
Cameron: [disguised] I'm sorry, Ed, did you say you wanted to see a body?
Ed Rooney: Yeah, that's right, just, uh, roll her old bones on over here, and I'll dig up your daughter. You know that's school policy.
Cameron: [disguised] Oh.
Ed Rooney: Was this your mother?
Cameron: [disguised] Uh, no my wife's mother.
Grace: [picks up ringing phone] Ed Rooney's office.
Ferris: Hi this is Ferris Bueller, can I speak to Mr. Rooney please? Thank you.
Grace: [caught off-guard] Uh... hold.
Ed Rooney: Tell ya what, dipshit. If you don't like my policies you can come on down here and smooch my big ole' white butt.
Grace: ED!
Ed Rooney: Pucker up butter-cup.
[to Grace]
Ed Rooney: What?
Grace: Ferris Bueller's on line 2.

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Ferris: Don't worry about it, I don't even have a piece of shit. I have to envy yours.
Cameron: Oh, thanks.

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[hearing a fake phone message]
Sloane: [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: [sobbing] If you need to reach us, we'll be at the following number...
[sobbing becomes hysterical and over the top]

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Cameron: Hey batta batta batta hey batta batta batta SWING batta!

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Sloane: 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?

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[Ferris kisses Sloan passionately while posing as her father]
Ed Rooney: So THAT's how it is in their family...

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Boy in Police Station: What's your name?
Jeannie: It's Jean, but most guys call me Shauna.
Boy in Police Station: Bye Jean.

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Ferris: [after the end credits] ... You're still here? It's over!

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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.

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Cameron: [while kicking his father's car] Who do you love? Who do you love? You love a car!

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Ferris: It is so choice. If you have the means, I highly recommend picking one up.

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[the guys just notice the "additional miles" on the car]
Ferris: [to the audience] This is the part where Cameron goes berserk.
Cameron: Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!
[Cameron's screams can be heard all across Chicago]

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Attendant's Co-Pilot: [having gotten away with taking the priceless 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California on a wild joyride] Yeah, man, we gotta' do this again!

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Sloane: Sooner or later, everyone goes to the zoo.

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Cameron: [fake answering machine message] You have reached the Coughlin Brothers Mortuary. We're deeply sorry we are not able to come to the phone right now, but if you leave your name and number, we will get back to you as soon as humanly possible.

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Grace: [a while after the first time Rooney yelled at "Sloane's Dad"] Peterson home on line one. And watch your mouth this time.

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[Ferris, Sloane and Cameron are in a taxicab. Ferris and Sloane are kissing]
Cameron: It's getting late, buddy. We better go get the car back home.
Ferris: We have a few hours. We have until 6:00.
Cameron: I'm sorry. I know you don't care, but it does mean my ass.
Ferris: You think I don't care?
Cameron: I KNOW you don't care.

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Cameron: [voice disguised as Sloane's father, George Peterson] Well, I should say you DO owe me an apology, Rooney! You just mind your P's and Q's, buster, and remember who you're dealing with!

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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.

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English Teacher: [speaking very slowly] In... what... way... does the author's use of the prison
[takes chalk and draws prison bars through the word 'prison' on blackboard]
English Teacher: symbolize the protagonist's struggle, and how does this relate to our discussion of the uses of irony?

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Ferris: [to camera] Pardon my French, but Cameron is so tight that if you stuck a lump of coal up his ass in two weeks you'd have a diamond.

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Ferris: [to the camera, after tricking his parents into believing he's sick] Incredible, one of the worst performances of my career and they never doubted it for a second.
[opens blinds to reveal a beautiful spring day]
Ferris: How can I possibly be expected to handle school on a day like this?
[begins fiddling with electronics to fake his voice]
Ferris: This is my ninth sick day this semester. It's pretty tough coming up with new illnesses. If I go for ten, I'm probably going to have to barf up a lung, so I better make this one count.

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Ferris: [while running home, Ferris runs past two bikini-clad sunbathers, then returns] Hi, how you doing? I'm Ferris Bueller.

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