Ed Rooney. Ed. This is George Peterson. How are you today, sir? Well, we've had a bit of...

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.