We're not meant to save the world. We're meant to leave it. Rangers. The last components of our one versatile ship in orbit, the Endurance. Our final expedition. You sent people out there looking for a new home? The Lazarus missions. - Oh, that sounds cheerful. - Lazarus came back from the dead. Sure, but he had to die in the first place. There's not a planet in our solar system that could sustain life... and the nearest star's over a thousand years away. That doesn't even qualify as futile. Where'd you send them? Cooper... I can't tell you anymore unless you agree... to pilot this craft. - You're the best pilot we ever had. - I barely left the stratosphere. This team never left the simulator. We need a pilot, and this is the mission that you were trained for. Without even knowing it? An hour ago, you didn't even know I was alive. You were going anyway. We had no choice. But something sent you here.
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Stop it!
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Gravitational pull. I'm losing control of the stick.
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Keep that aimed right at it.
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Wasn't near as cute, either.
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Murph? Murph, come on!
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Parent-teacher conferences. Parent. Not grandparent.
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Ever.
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Shut up! - Grab the spare, Tom. - That is the spare.
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- You think that's great? - You hate farming, Dad.
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How did you find this place?
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Eject.
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Prepare to fire escape thrusters. Ready? Ready. Ready. Main engine ignition in three... two... one. Mark.
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Dad, can you fix this?
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What the heck did you do... - to my lander? - Wasn't me. Let me guess. It was your ghost? It knocked it off. It keeps knocking books off. No such thing as ghosts, dumb-ass. - Hey. - I looked it up. It's called a poltergeist. Dad, tell her. Well, it's not very scientific, Murph. You said science was about admitting what we don't know. - She's got you there. - Hey. Start looking after our stuff.
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We wore, um, little strips of sheet... sometimes over our nose and mouth... so that we wouldn't breathe so much of it.
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I guess I can't describe it. It was just constant. Just that steady blow... of dirt.