Where's your brain!?

Why'd you kick me!?

Where's your brain!?

Why'd you kick me?

Where's your brain?

I asked you first.

How can we pick up Sloane if Rooney is there with her?

I said for her to be there alone and you freaked.

And I, I didn't hit you. I lightly slapped you.

You hit me. Look, don't ask me to participate in your stupid crap if you don't like the way I do it. [Ferris makes a mocking face] 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 then, and then, you deliberately hurt my feelings.

No, no, I did not. I didn't deliberately hurt your feelings

Oh, really? Really?

No, no, I didn't.

[Cameron takes his jersey off the coat rack and heads for the front door]

What are you doing?

See you later, pal. I'm going home.

Oh, come on, come on, don't do that.

Have a nice life.

Oh, Cameron, wait a minute. Come back. I didn't mean to lose my temper. I'm sorry, it was uncalled for.

You serious?

Yeah. Here you go. [Hands him a cup of tea]

Thank you.

You did screw up though, right? I mean, not that it was completely your fault.

Why?

Well, to fix the situation, I'm going to have to ask you for a small favor.