Grace:
[picks up ringing phone] Ed Rooney's office.
Cameron:
[disguising his voice] This is George Peterson.
Grace:
Oh! Uh, please hold. [to Mr. Rooney] What do ya know? It's Mr. Peterson. You still want his daytime number? [realizing] Oh.
Mr. Rooney:
[on the phone] Ed Rooney.
Cameron:
Ed. This is George Peterson.
Mr. Rooney:
How are you today, sir?
Cameron:
Well, we've had a bit of bad luck this morning as you may have heard.
Mr. Rooney:
Yeah, I heard, and, ooh, I'm all broken up. Boy, what a blow.
Cameron:
Yeah. Yeah. Well, uh, it's been a tough morning, and, uh, we got a lot of family business to take care of, so if you wouldn't mind excusing Sloane, I'd appreciate it.
Mr. Rooney:
Uh, sure. Y'know, 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:
[suspiciously] Ed?
Mr. Rooney:
[covering the phone; thinking he's talking to Ferris Bueller] 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:
Uh, uh, Ed, I-I'm sorry, did-- Did you say you wanted to see a body?
Mr. 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:
Oh?
Mr. Rooney:
Uh, was this your mother?
Cameron:
Uh, n-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.
Mr. Rooney:
Tell ya what, dipshit. You don't like my policies, you can come on down here and smooch my big ol' white butt.
Grace:
[loud whisper] Ed!
Mr. Rooney:
Pucker up, Buttercup. [to Grace; quietly] What?
Grace:
Ferris Bueller's on line 2.
