This one, from Cooter's Girl, was inspired by Bo's words: "Luke Duke, you surprise me!"
Luke ought not to be able to surprise him like this. Blue sky days since childhood spent racing everything from paper sailboats to stockcars, with a couple of pit stops at dirtbikes and go-carts in between, and Luke has waited this long to let on that he knows how to sailplane.
Bo'd spend his life up there with Luke and the wind both at his back, but life intrudes as always.
Damsel in distress. Uncle Jesse would tan their hides if they didn't just drop out of the sky right now and pull that pretty little filly right on out of that ditch. Filly is right, not much more than a colt, and Cooter's apparently. That ought to surprise him, but it doesn't. He hasn't slept next to Cooter all his life, and that's a good thing.
Luke surprises him some more, with random knowledge about sheep farming (which turns out to be a bluff and that shouldn't surprise him at all), then by announcing that he's got the license plate number of the weird new dudes in town. There are a few more nasty surprises in store for them both, but those aren't Luke's doing.
Too many things going on at once, more than either of them is used to handling. On the one side there's watching Cooter get himself torn between being the irresponsible fool he hasn't been for about six years and the dependable, paternalistic, business owner that he's become. On the other there's toxic waste trucking its way into Hazzard at an alarming rate.
How convenient, then, that Luke has chosen this week to reveal his sailplaning skills. It allows them the best excuse to escape the family drama unfolding there on Earth, while scanning all of Hazzard from above, watching for trucks bearing the unthinkable. Luke's got one last surprise up his sleeve, deadly aim out a tiny window, countering both wind and gravity to blow up a bridge just before the waste-bearing bad guys can get there.
And that's almost a shame because now they have to go back down to reality, where Cooter's got a kid and Rosco's got a ticket book and Luke's got a surly disposition.
Luke really shouldn't be able to surprise him like this, but he does. Catches hold of Bo's elbow as he's figuring out how to get his long legs back out of the tiny sailplane and onto the deserted landing strip. Steadies him down like he always has; Bo's not sure whether the watch yourself that he hears actually came out of Luke's mouth just now or is an echo of the hundreds of times he's said it under similar circumstances. Luke waits until he's solidly upright, then yanks him off-balance again by that same hand on his elbow. Pulls him closer and downward, plants a kiss right on his lips.
"Good flying," he says, then walks off to wait for someone to bring them the General Lee.