Diminished Capacity (2008)
Dr. Gupta: I don't have you tell you that you're still recovering from your injury. But if it's an emergency, I guess... Where does your uncle live?
Cooper: Missouri. La Porte.
Dr. Gupta: Who ask you to go down?
Cooper: Well I got a call from
Cooper: from my mother, and I guess he's having some problems.
Dr. Gupta: Huh...
Cooper: Yeah. Yeah, she could be exaggerating a little.
Dr. Gupta: Disorientation? Confusion?
Cooper: Yeah. It's a little scary. I thought I'd be all better by now.
Dr. Gupta: I meant your uncle.
Uncle Rollie: Hey, you can't tell me these fish don't know what they're doing. They're deep.
Dr. Gupta: Cooper, the difference between you and your uncle is that you will get better.
Cooper: We just got tested at the doctor. We came out slow, and slower.
Cooper: I feel like I've had a low-grade fever for the last eleven years.
Mad Dog McClure: I used to think, when they lose ya know, cut me open, pour in the gasoline, light me. But this is the end. I will no longer identify with that ball club. From now on I'm rooting for the 1908 Cubs. I know they can win.