Cooper has been shot:
"Diane, my recorder is on the table. I'm unable to reach it at this
time. I can only hope that I inadvertently pressed the voice activation
button. I'm lying on the floor of my room. I've been shot. There's
a great deal of pain and a fair amount of blood. Fortunately I was
wearing my bullet-proof vest last night, per Bureau regulations
when working undercover. I remember folding the vest up, trying
to chase down a wood tick."
" If you can imagine the impact on your chest of three bowling balls,
dropped from a height of about 9 feet, you might begin to approximate
"All things considered, being shot is not as bad as I always thought
it might be…as long as you can keep the fear from your mind. I guess
you could say that about most anything in life. It's not so bad,
as long as you can keep the fear from your mind..."
"Oh my God. The ring is gone."
"At a time like this, curiously, you begin to think of the things
you regret. Or the things that you might miss. I would like in general
to treat people with much more care and respect. I would like to
climb a tall hill, not too tall, and sit in the cool grass, not
too cool, and feel the sun on my face. I wish I could have cracked
the Lindbergh kidnapping case. I would very much like to make love
to a beautiful woman, who I had genuine affection for. And, of course,
it goes without saying, that I would like to visit Tibet. I wish
they could get their country back and the Dalai Lama could return.
Oh, I would like that very much."
"All in all, a very interesting experience."
*Sheriff's troops come in and "rescue" Coop*