Diminished Capacity

Uncle Rollie:
Time is the guest of the north.

[first lines]

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 [checking notes] 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.

Charlotte:
You're thinking.

Cooper:
My God, I am.

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.

[last lines]

Cooper:
Come on, let's join the party while there's still some daylight.

Uncle Rollie:
Well damn it, words to live by...