Ferris Bueller Quotes Cameron Novels & Stories

"But you said no?" "I didn't reply to him, why should I? You disappear completely, only to come back with a lame excuse and expect me to just drop everything and go out with you? I can't do that, man", Cam just had to interrupt at that point. Cam: What else am I here for? I'm the interrupting cow. The interrupting wh– Cam: Mooooooooooo Camden, shu– Cam: Mooooooooooo Everybody else in the reading: Shut up, Cam.

“I’m not entirely sure, but…” “It’s going to be okay,” Cameron decided and opened the car door. “Don’t you think? I think. I just have that feeling. I feel… good about it. I’m going for a swim. You guys can clean the cum off the seat and then one of you can suck my c-ck because I’m f-king horny after playing chauffeur whilst you f-ked. We’ll have a nice dinner, and go see if the vampire comes, and just… We’ll just see, right?” He slid out of the car. “We’ll see what happens next.”

Ratty warned, "You're drunk, don't talk too much!" "You know who you really are, huh?" Cameron told me. "Cam, stop it!" exclaimed Ratty. "You are bas -" Slap! Ratty slapped Cameron.

He decides to tell Atlene everything when they are alone finally. "I miss ice cream." Cameron suddenly shoots up, and everyone looks at him weirdly. "What? Don't you miss good ol' vanilla flavored ice cream to make your dull days seem bright? I mean, if there was ice cream, I bet we would all feel so much better about every fucked up thing we have going on." He adds, nodding in acceptance with himself since no one else seemed to agree with him. "He is such a blabbermouth, but he might be on to something with the ice cream claim though…" Ringan says, smiling slightly at the thought of ice cream on hard days and their healing powers.

“How does it feel knowing you lost to someone who fell flat on his ass halfway through the second round?” “That was karma trying to stop you,” Cameron deadpanned. “Bold of you to assume karma’s on your side.” “Karma has taste.” “I have talent.” “You have audacity.” “And yet,” I echoed, squeezing his hand, “here you are.” He groaned. “If you quote me one more time, I’m pushing you out of the car.” I grinned. “You love my quotes.” “No, I tolerate them.” “You tolerate me.” “Barely.”

He walked to them and did the boy's greetings of pumping their right shoulders against each other after a handshake. “What's up buddy, I know that look,” Cameron joked as he tapped him on the shoulder. “What look?,” Sammy smiled as he made a drive, directing the ball gently to the hole. Cameron scratched his head and walked to him,“You know what I am talking about. You are my friend, Sammy. What's so special about this girl?” Sammy looked at the ball and scratched his nose gently, “How will you understand something you don't have? Come, let's focus on the game.”

Cameron's voice - “That is enough! All you do is stand by the side and watch me do all the work. I won't take any more insults from you!” Brenda - Scoffs “You are simply useless. Yes! Smash as many glasses as you want but it will not change anything!” Cameron - “Useless? That is rich coming from a failed escort. What do you know about making money and building empires?” Brenda - “Well, at least I can recognize a failure when I see one! You had one job and you couldn't even get it done right!” Cameron - Sighs heavily “I listened to your advice and stepped away from the company. I didn't expect him or the company to recover from that hit”

Ben roars angrily as he moves forward towards the guy. "Stay where you are kid, else I'm gonna make you regret ever meeting me!" The guy warns. "Emanuel, please let her go. She's my mother." Camilla says to her guy. I'm even disgusted to refer to him as her guy! Jeremy comes to a sudden halt after glancing at me and I give him a signal to stop. All this while, my mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions and to be sincere, I'm no longer thinking straight!

Charlie nodded and pointed at Isaac as he said to Albert, “Look. Mr. Cameron is much better compared to you.” Albert smiled awkwardly and said, “Master Wade, you’re right. I’m just a boorish man, so how can I be compared to Mr. Cameron? Mr. Cameron’s brain works much faster compared to a plane’s engine!”

I swear I try my best to hold it in. To be a mature woman and be the bigger person here, but I can’t. "God… what a fucking bitch! Bitch, bitch, bitch!” I finally blurt out while we’re waiting for Cameron’s car to arrive. He starts laughing, "There was no need for her to be such a bitch, right?"