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.
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Luke Jackson
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.
[Alone in a church, talking to God, as police lights begin flashing] Is that your answer, old man? Well, I guess you're a hard case, too.
Captain: You gonna get used to wearin' them chains after 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. Luke: Wish you'd stop being so good to me, Captain.
Yeah, well...sometimes nothin' can be a real cool hand.
Dragline: Why you got to go and say fifty eggs for? Why not thirty-five or thirty-nine? Luke: I thought it was a nice round number.
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.