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Andhramass
Bewarse Legend
Username: Andhramass
Post Number: 56028
Registered: 07-2006
Posted From: 203.1.252.6
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Sunday, August 23, 2015 - 8:42 pm: |
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Donald: This world was never enough for you, was it, Coop?
Cooper: What, cause heading out there is what I feel like I was born to do? It excites me? Nah, that does not make it wrong.
Donald: It might. Don't trust the right thing done for the wrong reason. The why of the thing, that's the foundation.
Cooper: And the foundation's solid. We farmers, we sit here every year when the rains fail, and we say, "Next year." Well, next year ain't gonna save us, nor the one after that. This world's a treasure, Donald, but it's been telling us to leave for a while now. Mankind was born on Earth, it was never meant to die here.
Donald: Tom will be alright, but you gotta make things right with Murph.
Cooper: I will.
Donald: Without making promises you don't know you can keep.
anni dananallo Annadanam Minna lal salam
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Andhramass
Bewarse Legend
Username: Andhramass
Post Number: 56027
Registered: 07-2006
Posted From: 203.1.252.6
Rating: N/A
Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Sunday, August 23, 2015 - 8:42 pm: |
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School Principal: You're late, Coop.
Cooper: Yeah, we had a flat.
[the principal notices the drone in Cooper's truck parked outside]
School Principal: And I guess you had to stop off at the Asian fighter plane store.
Cooper: No actually sir, that's a...that's a surveillance drone. With outstanding solar cells, it's Indian.
School Principal: Take a seat.
[they all sit at the table]
School Principal: So, uh...we got Tom's scores back. He's gonna make an excellent farmer. Cooper: Yeah, he's got a knack for it. What about college?
School Principal: Well, the uh...the university only takes a handful. They don't really have the resources...
Cooper: I still pay my taxes. Where...where does that money go? There's no more armies.
School Principal: Well, they don't go to the university. Look, Coop, you have to be realistic.
Cooper: You're ruling my son out for college now? The kid's fifteen.
School Principal: Tom's score simply isn't high enough.
Cooper: What's your waistline? You're what? Thirty-two, about thirty-three inseam?
School Principal: I'm not sure I see where you're getting at.
Cooper: You're telling me it takes two numbers to measure your own ass but only one to measure my son's future?
School Principal: Come on, you're a well educated man, Coop, and a trained pilot.
Cooper: And an engineer.
School Principal: Okay, well right now, we don't need more engineers. We didn't run out of television screens or planes; we ran out of food. The world needs farmers. Good farmers, like you, and Tom.
Cooper: Uneducated farmers.
School Principal: We are a caretaker generation, Coop. And things are getting better. Maybe your grandkids will get to be...
Cooper: Are we done here, sir?
School Principal: No. Miss Hanley is here to talk about Murph.
anni dananallo Annadanam Minna lal salam
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