After being convinced to steal his crazy dads prized Ferrari by his best friend, Cameron freaks out and kicks it out of their garage, which is inexplicably both made of glass and hanging off a cliff. It plunges off a cliff and is utterly destroyed.
Ferris: Oh my god Cameron… Ok, Ok, I’ll take the blame for this, alright? I’ll stay here, and tell your dad what happened. I’ll get in trouble, but-
Cameron: No Ferris.
Ferris: Cameron, you don’t want this kind of heat.
Cameron: No, I did. If I hadn’t wanted this heat, I wouldn’t have let you take the car out.
Ferris looks incredulous, but impressed.
Cameron: I could have stopped you-it is possible to stop the great Ferris Bueller. My whole life, my father’s loved that car more than me. He’s raised me like a museum exhibit, and because of him I can’t relate to people or deal with stress. When he gets back (smiling) my dad and I will just have a little “chat”.
Ferris and Sloan smile, and leave with the feeling that Cameron’s going to be alright.
Ferris: Sloan, I’m going to marry-
Me: You realize that by “chat”, he means “murder”, right? He’s going to murder his dad.
Ferris: (Pause) I don’t-
Me: He is blatantly unstable right now. You watched him flip out at the New York stock exchange. He pretended to drown ten seconds ago. He convinced you that he was in a coma so he could watch your girlfriend undress. He just kicked a car out a window right in front of you. You just watch a kid reenact that whole "mother lifts a car to save her child" scenario, only instead of love, he's motivated by rage and childhood neglect. His dad is going to come home, and Cameron is going to stab his face off.
Sloan: Hey, listen-
Me: Then he's going to have sex with it.
Me: But by all means, focus on proposing to your slutty high school girlfriend. That scenario always works out great.