LUKE How'd you find me?

ARLETTA Helen, she sent along your things with a note, and John here, he wrote to the police.

LUKE Yeah. Well. (to Godfrey) Getting' up here, Boss.

Godfrey just looks at him, says nothing.

LUKE Well, Arletta, I got to stand down here.

ARLETTA I allus hoped to see you well fixed and have me a crop of grandkids to kiss and fuss around with.

LUKE Like to oblige you, Arletta, but right off I don't know where to put my hands on 'em.

ARLETTA Sometimes I wisht people was like dogs, Luke. Comes a time, a day like, when the bitch just don't recognize her pups no more, so she don't have no hopes nor love to bring her pain. She just don't give a damn. They let you smoke?

LUKE Smokin' it up here, Boss.

 

 

Cool Hand Luke (1)

Donn Pearce & Frank Pierson