Miller said in the paper here:
"After I clear the dirt from my eyes,
I could see that the rock couldn't weigh more than 20 pounds
And it shape like a leg of a lamb."
Ah,hogwash
Biggest leg of a  lamb I ever saw.

Get me New York City!
Hello, Chicago?
Could you put me through to Bowling Green?
You ready for the lowdown
The real straight poop?
Here comes the mother-lode scoop
Get me Butte, Montana!
Hello, Savannah?
Could you put me through to Abilene?
You ready for the info?
'Cause she's a pip!
I'm mighty glad I made the trip!

Cave City, comma, capital K, capital Y; February three:
"Cave Man Underground!"
You got it?
Yeah
"Caveman Underground
Imprisoned By Rock."
("Cave Man Trapped Inside a Boulder.")
Somewhere in the cold hills of Kentucky, comma
A caver named Floyd Collins lies pinned
in a sandy cave by a boulder on his foot, period
("Kentuckian Caught Alone;Coffin Of Stone.")
Kentuckian trapped for no one knows how long under two ton slab of granite
("Buried While Still Alive.")
The brave man lies in a coffin of stone, comma, trapped under nearly...
"Seven Tons Of Rock!"

Is that remarkable?
That's remarkable!
Is that remarkable enough?
Most amazing thing I ever saw!
Is it incredible?
Whoa!
I wonder what tomorrow will bring!

MILLER: Mr. Carmichael, I need to speak to you.
I have an idea. I want to go down again with a jack and a crowbar.
I think I can pry the rock of his foot.​
CARMICHAEL: You're not serious, Miller.​
MILLER: We have to try something, and soon sir.
The one thing we can't have happen is for Floyd to lose hope.​
"Floyd's starting to lose hope!"
—Lose hope!——Lose hope!
MILLER: What?

I want the Walla Walla Bugle!
The Paducah Tribune!
Is this the Mexicali Telegram?
You ready for the lowdown
The real straight poop?
Here comes the mother-lode scoop!
I want the Alamogordo Banner!
The Boise Gazette!
Get me the Bumblebee in Birmingham!
You read for the goods?
'Cause she's ready to pop
This is going over the top!

Cave City, comma, capital K, capital Y; February four:
"Cave Victim Losing Hope"
According to Skeets Miller
MILLER: —Huh?
Comma, Collins is quickly slipping into a state of deep despair
（"Cave Victim Crying Out…")
("...Asking For... Milk.")
The trapped man was heard to cry out, quotes
("Crying Out In Deep Despair")
"Get me out of here, comma,
even if you have to tear my foot off!"
("To Tear His Foot Off!")
exclamation, close quotes
Floyd is reported to be in a state of delirium
Conversing with cave crickets and even begging them...
...To "Hurry, hurry
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry
PULL ME OUT!"

Remarkable?
MILLER: Wait...
Is that remarkable enough?
MILLER: If you report what you see...
Is it incredible?
Whoa!
I wonder what tomorrow will bring?
MISS JANE: Lee, there's a fella just arrived from People's Bank,
and he's saying he wants to help us some with our money trouble.​
LEE: Oh god, bless him! Janie, where is he?
"God bless him"
—"God bless him"
—"The Collins family is deeply religious!"

Gimme the Lackawanna Pulpit!
Pierre Picayune?
Is this the Tallahassee Democrat?
Sharpen that woody, 'cause here's the dope
Chock full of tragedy and hope!
I'd like the Ponca City Sun!
The Saginaw Globe!
Put me through the Escanaba Finch!
Grab a feather and double dip;
This bird is ready to rip!
("Collins Family Waits And Prays.")
Cave City, comma, capital "K," capital "Y." February five!
("Nellie, Jane, Old Man Collins, Sitting on Log.")
The picture of the old weathered farmer
("The picture of the weathered fam'ly is touching.")
and his bent backwoods wife is a touching one, period
The virginal sister is a colorful example
("A virginal and colorful example of the life.")
of the folkways and eccentricities of the hillbilly life, period
"Remarkably enough," comma4
"although they live such simple lives,"
Comma, "the Collins family manages to own a car and even wear shoes."

BISHOP: I'm freezing.​
What?
"He's free!"
(What?)
"Floyd Collins is free!"
(DOYLE: Hogwash!)
(BISHOP: Amazing!)
(JEWELL: Balderdash!)
"He's free!"
(FAMILY: Hooey!)
MILLER: But I was just with him,And he's…
"Not free! "
"Skeets Miller—Celebrity Hack!"
I wonder what tomorrow will bring?

Go on, ya' know you're yella!
Now listen fella
This ain't no literary magazine!
I only want the goodies
The mother-lode scoop!
I only want to scoop
the poop
Scoop the poop!
Scoop the poop!