fair enough

ferris walks into the bathroom. it's littered with jean's debris. he turns on the shower water.
"i don't care if you're fifty five or seven, everybody needs a day off now and then. it's a beautiful day. how can i be expected to handle high school?
i do actually have a test. that wasn't bullshit.
that I care about it was."

inside the shower. ferris' hair is standing straight up. it's molded into a fin with shampoo.
"it's on european socialism. i mean, really. what's the point? i'm not european. i don't plan to be european. so, who gives a shit if they're socialists? they could be fascist anarchists and it still wouldn't change the fact that i don't own a car."

ferris comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. he's drying his hair with another of a different color.
"not that i condone fascism. or any 'isms'. 'isms', in my opinion are not good. a person should not believe in an 'ism'. he should believe in himself. john lennon said it on his first solo album. 'i don't believe in beatles, i just believe in me.' a good point there. after all, he was the walrus."