Captain: What we've got here is failure to communicate.
Captain: Now, I can be a good guy, or I can be one real mean sum-bitch.
Boss Paul: That ditch is Boss Kean's ditch. And I told him that dirt in it's your dirt. What's your dirt doin' in his ditch?
Luke: I don't know, Boss.
Boss Paul: You better get in there and get it out, boy.
Dragline: [Watching the woman washing her car] Hey, Lord... whatever I done, don't strike me blind for another couple of minutes.
Dragline: That's my darling Luke. He grins like a baby but bites like a gator.
Boss: Sorry, Luke. I'm just doing my job. You gotta appreciate that.
Luke: Nah - calling it your job don't make it right, Boss.
Dragline: He was smiling... That's right. You know, that, that Luke smile of his. He had it on his face right to the very end. Hell, if they didn't know it 'fore, they could tell right then that they weren't a-gonna beat him. That old Luke smile. Oh, Luke. He was some boy. Cool Hand Luke. Hell, he's a natural-born world-shaker.