I love that line in Cool Hand Luke when the prison commandante says: “What we have here is failure to communicate” in an extraordinary Southern accent – it made the whole film for me.
Oh and the fantastic song that “Luke” sings to himself when he learns of his mother’s death
“Don’t care if it rains or freezes, got myself a plastic Jusus, hanging on the dasboard of my car ……” etc
Incredibly moving – what a talent the man had.