I buy the stale popcorn, or at least try {because Bernie, in his words, won't...

I buy the stale popcorn, or at least try {because Bernie, in his words, won't have it} and we go through and sit down, near where I watched from yesterday.
He's given us a ticket each.
'Coool Hand Luke: 7pm.'
'Has your cool got three Os?' Audrey enquires.
I look down at it, amused. It has and it seems perfect for this night.