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’.
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.
Hey, Lord… whatever I done, don’t strike me blind for another couple of minutes.
That’s my darling Luke. He grins like a baby but bites like a gator.
ust let that li’l ol’ belly sag and enjoy yourself!
Anything so innocent and built like that just gotta be named Lucille.
You hang on in there Luke. You hang on. There’s gonna be some world-shakin’ Luke. We gonna send you a postcard.
He’s a natural born world-shaker.
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.
Alright, stand back you pedestrians, this ain’t no automobile accident.
