The 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California.
Less than a hundred were made.
My father spent
three years restoring this car.
It is his love. It is his passion.
It is his fault
he didn't lock the garage.
Ferris, what are you talking about?
My father loves this car more than life.
A man with such priorities
doesn't deserve this fine automobile.
No.
Apparently you don't understand.
He never drives it.
He just rubs it with a diaper.
Remember how insane he went
when I broke my retainer?.

That was a piece of plastic.
This is a Ferrari.
We can't pick up Sloane in your car.
Mr Rooney would never believe
Mr Peterson drives that piece of shit.
- It's not a piece of shit.
- It is.
Don't worry. I don't even have
a piece of shit. I have to envy yours.
I'm sorry ...
There's nothing else we can do.
- He knows the mileage.
- He doesn't trust you?
- Never has, never will.
- This is real simple.
Whatever miles we put on,
we'll take off.
- We'll drive home backwards.
- No.
No, Ferris, forget it.
I'm putting my foot down.