Cool Hand Luke

Carr: Them clothes got laundry numbers on them. You remember your number and always wear the ones that has your number. Any man forgets his number spends a night in the box. These here spoons you keep with you. Any man loses his spoon spends a night in the box. There's no playing grab-ass or fighting in the building. You got a grudge against another man, you fight him Saturday afternoon. Any man playing grab-ass or fighting in the building spends a night in the box. First bell's at five minutes of eight when you will get in your bunk. Last bell is at eight. Any man not in his bunk at eight spends the night in the box. There is no smoking in the prone position in bed. To smoke you must have both legs over the side of your bunk. Any man caught smoking in the prone position in bed... spends a night in the box. You get two sheets. Every Saturday, you put the clean sheet on the top... the top sheet on the bottom... and the bottom sheet you turn in to the laundry boy. Any man turns in the wr

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Captain: It says here you did real good in the war. Bronze Star, Silver Star, couple of Purple Hearts. Sergeant. Then came out the same way you went in... buck private. Luke: I was just passing time, Captain.

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Dragline: Boy, you're new meat. You're gonna have to shape up fast and hard for this gang. We got rules here. In order to learn 'em, you gotta do more work with your ears than with your mouth. Dragline: Somebody say somethin'? Luke: I didn't say nothin', Boss. Dragline: Well, whatta we got here? Luke: A Lucas Jackson. Society Red: You don't have a name here until Dragline gives you one. Dragline: Maybe we ought to call it No Ears. You don't listen much, do ya, boy? Luke: I ain't heard that much worth listenin' to. There's a lot of guys layin' down a lot of rules and regulations.

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Dragline: He ain't in the box because of the joke played on him. He back-sassed a free man. They got their rules. We ain't got nothin' to do with that. Would probably have happened to him sooner or later anyway - a complainer like him. He gotta learn the rules the same as anybody else. Luke: Yeah, them poor old Bosses need all the help they can get. Dragline: You tryin' to say somethin'? You got a flappin' mouth. One of these days, I'm gonna have to flap me up some dust with it.

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Convict: [about the woman washing a car nearby] Oh man, oh man, I'm dyin'. Gambler: She ain't got nothin' but, nothin' but one safety pin holdin' that thing on. Come on safety pin, POP. Come on baby, POP. Dragline: Hey Lord, whatever I done, don't strike me blind for another couple of minutes. My Lucille!... That's Lucille, you mullet head. Anything so innocent and built like that just gotta be named Lucille. Convict: She don't know what she's doin'. Luke: Oh boy, she knows exactly what she's doin'. She's drivin' us crazy and lovin' every minute of it. Dragline: Shut your mouth about my Lucille.

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Dragline: [After Luke wins a poker game by bluffing] Nothin'. A handful of nothin'. You stupid mullet head. He beat you with nothin'. Just like today when he kept comin' back at me - with nothin'. Luke: Yeah, well, sometimes nothin' can be a real cool hand. Dragline: Move over. I'm gonna sit in here next to my boy - Cool Hand Luke.

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