Dragline: My 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! Luke: Well that oughta be easy for a genuine son of a 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? Lucas (Luke) Jackson: I don't know, Boss. Boss Paul: You better get in there and get it out, boy.
[Why he was cutting the heads off parking meters.] Lucas (Luke) Jackson: Small town, not much to do in the evenin'. Dragline: Anything so innocent and built like that just gotta be named Lucille. Carr: Any man playing grabass or fightin' in the building spends a night in the box. Captain: You run one time, you got yourself a set of chains. You run twice you got yourself two sets. You ain't gonna need no third set, 'cause you gonna get your mind right. Luke: Sometimes nothin' can be a real cool hand. Arletta: Ya know, sometimes I wished people was like dogs, Luke. Boss: Sorry, Luke. I'm just doing my job. You gotta appreciate that. Lucas (Luke) Jackson: Nah -- calling it your job don't make it right, Boss. Captain: What we've got here is failure to communicate. Some men you just can't reach, so you get what we had here last week which is the way he wants it. Well, he gets it. And I don't like it any more than you men. Captain: You gonna get used to wearin' them chains afer a while, Luke. Don't you never stop listenin' to them clinking. 'Cause they gonna remind you of what I been saying. For your own good. Lucas (Luke) Jackson: Wish you'd stop bein' so good to me, cap'n. Lucas (Luke) Jackson: I can eat fifty eggs. Dragline: Nobody can eat fifty eggs. Other Prisoner: You just said he could eat anything. Dragline: Did you ever eat fifty eggs? Lucas (Luke) Jackson: Nobody ever eat fifty eggs. Other Prisoner: Hey, Babalugats! We got a bet here! Dragline: My boy says he can eat fifty eggs, he can eat fifty eggs! Other Prisoner: Yeah, but in how long? Lucas (Luke) Jackson: A hour. Other Prisoner: Well, I believe I'll take part of that wager!
[Discussing a new prisoner who has to spend the night in the box] 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. Lucas (Luke) Jackson: Yeah, them poor old bosses need all the help they can get. Dragline: Where'd the road go? Lucas (Luke) Jackson: That's it. That's the end of it. Convict: Man, there's still daylight. Dragline: About two hours left. Convict: What do we do now? Lucas (Luke) Jackson: Nothin'. Dragline: Oh Luke, you wild, beautiful thing. You crazy handful of nothin'.
[Discussing God and the rain] Lucas (Luke) Jackson: Let him go. Bam, Bam. Dragline: Knock it off, Luke. You can't talk about Him that way. Lucas (Luke) Jackson: Are you still believin' in that big bearded Boss up there? You think he's watchin' us? Dragline: Get in here. Ain't ya scared? Ain't ya scared of dyin'? Lucas (Luke) Jackson: Dyin'? Boy, he can have this little life any time he wants to. Do ya hear that? Are ya hearin' it? Come on. You're welcome to it, ol' timer. Let me know you're up there. Come on. Love me, hate me, kill me, anything. Just let me know it. [He looks around] I'm just standin' in the rain talkin' to myself. Lucas (Luke) Jackson: Oh come on! Stop beatin' it! Get out there yourself. Stop feedin' off me. Get out of here. I can't breathe. Give me some air.
[Luke won a game of poker on a bluff.] Dragline: 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'. Lucas (Luke) Jackson: Yeah, well, sometimes nothin' can be a real cool hand.
[Alone in a church, talking to God, as police lights begin flashing.] Lucas (Luke) Jackson: Is that your answer, old man? Well, I guess you're a hard case too.