Cool Hand Luke1967

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 mother-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.