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     Andhramass Bewarse Legend Username: Andhramass Post Number: 56027 Registered: 07-2006 Posted From: 203.1.252.6 Rating: N/A |
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 |