O Brother Where Art Thou Everyones Looking for Answers

O Brother, Where Fine art Thou? is a 2000 comedy film about three stumblebum convicts who escape to go on a quest for treasure and who meet various characters while learning where their real fortunes lie in the 1930s Deep South.

Directed by Joel Coen. Written by Ethan Coen and Joel Coen. Inspired by The Odyssey past Homer.

They take a program, simply not a clue.

Ulysses Everett McGill [edit]

• Say, whatever of y'all boys smithies? Or, if non smithies per se, were you otherwise trained in the metallurgic arts before straitened circumstances forced you into a life of bumming wanderin'?
• Well, any human beingness volition bandage nigh in a moment of stress. No, the fact is, they're flooding this valley so they can hydroelectric upwardly the whole durn state. Yessir, the South is gonna change. Everything's gonna be put on electricity and run on a paying basis. Out with former spiritual mumbo-jumbo, the superstition and the backward ways. Nosotros're gonna see a brave new earth where they run anybody a wire and hook us all up to the grid. Yessir, a veritable age of reason - like they had in France. And not a moment too presently...

Homer Stokes [edit]

• Is you lot is, or is you ain't, my constituency?

Dialogue [edit]

Everett: Jesus! Can't I count on yous people?!

Delmar: Sorry, Everett.

Everett: Well, all right. If we take off through that bayou, then...

Pete: Expect a minute. Who elected yous leader of this outfit?

Everett: Well, Pete, I figured information technology should exist the one with the capacity for abstract thought. But if that ain't the consensus view, then hell, allow'southward put it to a vote.

Pete: Suits me. I'm voting for yours truly.

Everett: Well, I'k voting for yours truly, too.

[Everett and Pete look at Delmar for the deciding vote]

Delmar: Okay... I'm with you fellas.

---

Everett: Mind if we join you, old timer?

Blind Seer: Join me, my son. Join me.

Delmar: You work for the railroad, Grandpa?

Bullheaded Seer: I work for no human.

Delmar: Got a name, do you?

Bullheaded Seer: I have no name.

Everett: Well, that correct there may be why you've had difficulty finding gainful employment. You see, in the mart of competitive commerce...

Blind Seer: Yous seek a great fortune, you three who are now in bondage. You will find a fortune, though it will not be the fortune you seek. But first... Offset you must travel a long and difficult route, a road fraught with peril. Mm-hmm. You shall see thangs wonderful to tell. You lot shall see a... a cow on the roof of a... cotton house. And, oh, then many startlements. I cannot tell y'all how long this road shall be, but fear not the obstacles in your path, for fate has vouchsafed your reward. Though the road may wind, yea, your hearts grow weary, yet shall ye follow them, even unto your salvation.

---

Everett: No, the treasure'southward even so there boys, believe me.

Delmar: [most the Bullheaded Seer] Only how'd he know nigh the treasure?

Everett: I don't know Delmar. The bullheaded are reputed to possess sensitivities compensating for their lack of sight, even to the indicate of developing paranormal psychic powers. Now, clearly seeing into the time to come would fall neatly into that category; it's not then surprising and so that an organism deprived of its earthly vision...

Pete: He said we wouldn't get it. He said we wouldn't get the treasure we seek on account of our obstacles.

Everett: What the hell does he know? He's an ignorant old man.

---

Lawman: All right, boys! [dog barks]

Everett: [wakes upward] How's my hair?

Lawman: It's the authorities! We've got you surrounded!

Everett: Damn. We're in a tight spot.

Lawman: Just come on out and grabbin' air! And don't endeavor nothing fancy! Your state of affairs is pretty most hopeless!

Everett: Damn! We're in a tight spot!

Delmar: What in the Sam Colina?

Everett: Pete's cousin turned u.s. in for the bounty!

Pete: What the hell are y'all saying?! Wash is kin!

Wash: Sorry, Pete! I know we're kin, but they got this low on, and I got to do for me and mine!

Pete: I'm gonna kill you! Judas Iscariot Hogwallop! Yous miserable, horse-eating son of a... [machine gun fire]

Everett: Damn! We're in a tight spot!

Pete: Damn his eyes! Pa e'er said, "Never trust a Hogwallop!" COME AND GET US, COPPERS!!! [the police begin dousing the archway to the befouled with gasoline]

Constable: You boys is leaving us no choice but to smoke you out!

Everett: Damn. We're in a tight spot.

Constable: Lite her up! [the police fix the barn on fire]

Everett: Concur up, boys! Ain't you ever heard of negotiating?! Bet we could talk this thing out! I hate fire!

Pete: You lousy, low-downwards, yellowish-bellied goat!

Everett: Whoa, whoa, Pete, now nosotros've but got to speak with i voice hither! Careful with that fire now, boys!

---

Everett: Well, it didn't await like a i-equus caballus town, but effort finding a decent pilus jelly.

Delmar: Gopher, Everett?

Everett: And no transmission belt for ii weeks, either.

Pete: They dam that river on the 21st. Today's the 17th.

Everett: Don't I know it.

Pete: We got merely four days to become to that treasure. Later that, information technology'll be at the bottom of a lake. We ain't gonna go far walkin'.

Everett: That'south right.

Delmar: Gopher, Everett?

Everett: But the old tactician's got a plan. For the transportation that is. I don't know how I'1000 gonna go along my coiffure in guild.

Pete: How's this a plan? How we gonna get a car?

Everett: [producing a pocket lookout man] Sell that. I figure it can merely have painful association for Wash.

Pete: [reading] "To Washington Bartholomew Hogwallop, from his loving Cora. Amor Fidel... is."

Everett: It was in his bureau. I reckon it'll fetch us plenty cash for a skillful used auto-voiture, and a little left over too.

Delmar: Whoo! Yous got some light fingers, Everett. Gopher?

Pete: You miserable little snake! Y'all stole from my kin!

Everett: Who was fixin' to betray u.s..

Pete: You didn't know that at the fourth dimension!

Everett: So I borrowed it until I did know.

Pete: That don't make no sense!

Everett: Pete, it's a fool that looks for logic in the chambers of the human heart. [hears a congregation singing nearby] Now, what the hell's that singing?

Delmar: Appears to be some kind of a... congregation. Care for some gopher?

Everett: No, cheers, Delmar. A third of a gopher would only agitate my appetite without beddin' her back down.

Delmar: Oh, you tin can have the whole affair. Me and Pete already had i. We ran across a whole gopher village.

---

Everett: Well, I guess hard times flush the chumps. Everybody's lookin' for answers... Where the hell's he goin'?

[Delmar runs out to be baptized]

Pete: Well I'll be a son of a bowwow. Delmar'southward been saved.

Delmar: Well that's information technology, boys. I've been redeemed! The preacher done washed away all my sins and transgressions. It's the straight and narrow from here on out. And heaven everlasting'south my reward!

Everett: Delmar, what are yous talking about? We've got bigger fish to fry.

Delmar: The preacher said all my sins is done away, including that Piggly Wiggly I knocked over in Yazoo.

Everett: I idea y'all said you was innocent of those charges.

Delmar: Well I was lyin'. And the preacher said that that sin's been done away, too. Neither God nor man's got nothin' on me now! C'monday in boys, the water is fine.

---

Pete: The preacher said he absolved us.

Everett: For him. Not for the police. I'chiliad surprised at yous Pete. I gave you credit for more than brains than Delmar.

Delmar: But there was witnesses that seen us redeemed.

Everett: That's not the upshot Delmar. Even if it did put you square with the Lord, the land of Mississippi'southward a little more than hardnosed.

Delmar: You lot should'a joined u.s.a. Everett. It couldn't accept hurt none.

Pete: Hell, at to the lowest degree it would'a washed away the stink of that pomade.

Everett: Bring together you ii ignorant fools in a ridiculous superstition... Thank ya anyway. And I like the smell of my hair treatment. The pleasin' odour's one-half the point. [laughs] Baptism. You ii are just dumber than a bag of hammers. Well, I guess you're just my cantankerous to acquit.

---

Everett: How you doin', son? My name'due south Everett. These ii soggy sons of bitches are Pete and Delmar. Continue your fingers abroad from Pete's oral fissure; he ain't had nothing to eat for xiii years, except prison nutrient, gopher, and a fiddling greasy horse.

Tommy Johnson: Cheers for the lift, sir. My name's Tommy. Tommy Johnson.

Delmar: How you doin', Tommy? Say, I haven't seen a house out hither for miles. What are you doing out in the center of nowhere?

Tommy Johnson: Well, I had to be up at that in that location crossroads last midnight, to sell my soul to the devil.

Everett: Well, own't it a small earth, spiritually speaking. Pete and Delmar just been baptized and saved. I guess I'm the just one that remains unaffiliated.

Delmar: This ain't no laughing affair, Everett.

Everett: What'd the devil requite you for your soul, Tommy?

Tommy Johnson: Well, he taught me to play this here guitar existent skillful.

Delmar: Oh, son. For that, you lot traded your everlasting soul?

Tommy Johnson: [shrugs] Well, I wasn't usin' information technology.

Pete: I've e'er wondered, what's the devil expect similar?

Everett: Well, of course in that location are all way of lesser imps and demons, Pete, merely the bully Satan hisself is cherry-red and scaly with a bifurcated tail, and he carries a hay fork.

Tommy Johnson: Oh, no. No, sir. He's white, as white as you folks, with empty optics and a big hollow voice. He loves to travel around with a hateful quondam hound. That's right.

Pete: And he told you lot to go to Tishomingo?

Tommy Johnson: Well, no, sir, that was my idea. I heard there's a man down there. He pays folks money to sing into his can. They say he pays actress if you play real adept.

Everett: Tishomingo, huh? How much he pay?

---

Everett: [after performing Human of Constant Sorrow] Woo! Hot Damn, son I believe you did sell your soul to the devil.

Lund: Woooooooo-wee. Boy, that was a miiiighty fine a-pickin' and a-singin'. I'll tell you what, you come on in hither and sign these papers hither and I'm a gonna you ten dollars a piece.

Everett: Uh, okay sir. But Murt and Aloysius volition have to sign Xes as but four of us can write.

---

[Eager to find the treasure, the boys discuss what they will practice with their shares over a bivouac]

Delmar: Allow's bed downwardly here for the night.

Pete: Yeah. It stinks in that old barn.

Everett: Suits me. Pretty soon, it'll be nothing but feather beds and silk sheets.

Pete: $1 million.

Everett: one.ii one thousand thousand.

Delmar: 500,000 each.

Everett: 400, Delmar. Pete, what are you gonna exercise with your share of the treasure?

Pete: Go out west somewhere, open a fine eatery. I'm gonna be the maitre'd. Greet all the swells. Going to work every 24-hour interval in a bowtie and tuxedo. And all the staff say, "Yeah, sir," and "No, sir," and "In a jiffy, Pete." And all my meals for free.

Everett: What about yous, Delmar? What are y'all gonna do with your share of that dough?

Delmar: I'grand gonna visit them foreclosin' son of a guns down at the Indianola Savings and Loan, slap that money on the barrelhead, and buy back the family unit farm. Yous ain't no kind of man if you ain't got state.

Pete: What nigh y'all, Everett? What'd you accept in mind when y'all stole it in the first place?

Everett: [clears throat] I didn't have no programme.

Pete: Well, that hardly sounds like y'all.

---

Pete: Well, hell, it ain't foursquare ane! Ain't no ane gonna option up three filthy, unshaved hitch-hikers. And one of them, a know-it-all that tin can't keep his trap shut.

Everett: Pete, the personal rancor reflected in that remark I don't intend to dignify with comment. Simply I would like to address your attitude of hopeless negativism. Consider the lilies of the goddamn field... or hell, accept a look at Delmar here equally your epitome of promise!

Delmar: Yep! Expect at me.

Everett: At present y'all may telephone call it an unreasoning optimism. You may call information technology obtuse. But the plain and uncomplicated fact is that we've got close to three days earlier they... [sees a car approaching in the distance behind him] ...dam that river...

---

George Nelson: Whatever of you boys know your way around a Walter P.P.K.?

Delmar: Well, you lot see, that'due south where nosotros can't aid you. I don't believe it's in Mississippi. [notices dollar bills flying out of George's purse] Friend, some of your folding money has come unstowed.

George Nelson: Just stuff information technology down that sack at that place, will yous? You boys aren't bad men, I accept information technology?

Delmar: Well, it's funny you should enquire. I was bad until yesterday, but me and Pete here take been saved. I'm Delmar, and that there's Everett.

George Nelson: George Nelson. It's a pleasure. [opens the motorcar door] Grab the tiller, will ya, buddy? [the police are catching up to the group] Manus me that chopper! [laughs]

Delmar: [hands George his gun] Say, what line of piece of work you in, George?

George Nelson: [laughing maniacally and firing his gun] Come up AND Become ME, COPPERS!!! You apartment-footed, lame-encephalon, soft-ass sons of bitches! NO ONE CAN CATCH ME! I'Yard GEORGE NELSON!!! I'm bigger than any John, live or limp! I'm 10.v feet alpine, and ain't even so fully grown! [sees a herd of cows in a field] Cows! I hate cows worse than coppers! [turns his gun on the cows and starts shooting at them]

Delmar: Oh, George! Not the livestock!

George Nelson: Come on, you miserable, salaried sons of bitches! COME AND GET ME!

[Several cows wander out onto the road; one of the police cars runs over a cow every bit George continues to fire his gun]

---

George Nelson: Okay, folks, hold the applause and drop your drawers! I'm George Nelson, and I'm here to sack the urban center Itta Bena!

Delmar: He'south a alive wire, though, ain't he?

George Nelson: [approaches the tellers] All the money in a pocketbook! What are you looking at, Grandpa?

Everett: Pardon me, George. You lot got a program for getting out of here?

George Nelson: Sure, boys. [tosses the money handbag to Everett] Here's my plan. [opens his jacket to reveal sticks of dynamite, so laughs] They own't never seen ordinance like this! [to the crowd] Give thanks you lot, folks! And call back, Jesus saves, but George Nelson withdraws! [laughs] Go fix the machine voiture, Pete.

Woman: [whispers to the man next to her] Is that Babyface Nelson?

George Nelson: Who said that? What ignorant, lowdown, slanderizin' SON OF A Bitch SAID THAT??!! [approaches the woman] My proper name is GEORGE NELSON! Become ME?! [the woman nods in fearfulness]

Delmar: She didn't mean nothing by it, George.

George Nelson: GEORGE NELSON! Not "BABYFACE"!!! You remember! And y'all tell your friends! I'm George Nelson! Built-in to enhance hell! [fires a shot in the air, then leaves with Everett, Pete, and Delmar]

---

Full general Store Clerk: I tin can get the function from Bristol. It'll take two weeks. Here's your pomade.

Everett: Two weeks? That don't practice me no good.

Clerk: Nearest Ford machine man's Bristol.

Everett: Hold on, now. I don't want this pomade. I want Dapper Dan.

Clerk: I don't behave Dapper Dan, I carry Fop.

Everett: Well, I don't desire Fop, goddammit. I'thou a Dapper Dan human being!

Clerk: Watch your language, young fella. This is a public market. Now, if you desire Dapper Dan, I can order it for you, have it in a couple of weeks.

Everett: Well ain't this identify a geographical oddity! Two weeks from everywhere! Forget it! [slams coin on the counter] Merely a dozen hair nets.

---

Big Dan Teague: [approaches Everett and Delmar's table] I don't believe I've seen you lot boys effectually hither before. Permit me to innovate myself. Proper noun of Daniel Teague. Known in these precincts as Big Dan Teague. Or, to those who are pressed for time, Big Dan, tout courtroom!

Everett: How y'all doin', Large Dan? My name is Ulysses Everett McGill. This is my associate, Delmar O'Donnell. I find like me, you lot're endowed with the gift of gab.

Large Dan Teague: I flatter myself that such is the instance. In my line of work it's plumb necessary. The one matter you don't want... is air in the chat.

Everett: Once again, we find ourselves in agreement. What kind of work exercise yous do, Big Dan?

Big Dan Teague: Sales, Mr. McGill, sales! And what do I sell? The Truth! Every blessed word of it, from Genesee on down to Revelations. That'southward right, the word of God, which let me tell yous at that place is damn good money in during these times of woe and want. People are lookin' for answers, and Large Dan sells the only book that'due south got 'em! And what do yous practise, you and your tongue-tied friend?

Delmar: We, uh...

Everett: Uh, we're adventurers, sir, currently pursuing a certain opportunity, merely we're open up to others as well.

Big Dan Teague: I like your style, young man. And then I'1000 gonna suggest y'all a proposition: You cover my neb so I don't have to run back upstairs, get your waitress to wrap your dinner picnic-fashion, and we shall retire to more than private environs, where I will tell you how there are vast amounts of coin to be fabricated in the service of God Almighty.

Everett: Well, why non? If naught else, I could apply some civilized chat.

Big Dan Teague: Don't forget your shoebox, friend.

---

[Big Dan, Everett, and Delmar are having a picnic lunch]

Big Dan Teague: Give thanks you lot, boys, for throwin' in that fricassee. I'm a homo of large appetites. Fifty-fifty with lunch under my belt, I was feeling a mite peckish.

Everett: Information technology'southward our pleasure, Big Dan.

Big Dan Teague: Thank you besides for the conversational hiatus. I generally refrain from oral communication during gustatory modality. There are those who attempt both at the same time. I find information technology coarse and vulgar. Where were we?

Delmar: Makin' money in the Lord's service.

Big Dan Teague: You don't say much friend, but when you do, information technology'southward to the bespeak and I salute you for it. Yes, Bible sales. Now, the trade is not a complicated one. In that location are but 2 things to larn. One: being where to notice a wholesaler. The word of God in majority, as it were. Two: how to recognize your customer. Who are you dealing with? It's an exercise in psychology, so to speak. And it is that which I propose to give you a lesson in correct now. [snaps a branch off a nearby tree]

Everett: Well, I like to think I'm an acute observer of the human being scene, too, Big Dan.

Big Dan Teague: No uncertainty, blood brother. I figured as much back at the restaurant. That's why I invited you all out here for this advanced tutorial. [hits Delmar with the branch]

Everett: What's goin' on, Big Dan?

Big Dan Teague: IT'Southward ALL Nigh THE MONEY, BOYS! THAT'Due south IT! [Delmar grab's Big Dan'south leg; Large Dan knocks Delmar out with the branch] Gol... durned... Coin!

Everett: I don't go it, Big Dan. [Big Dan yells and knocks Everett unconscious with the branch]

Big Dan Teague: I'll just take your show cards... [pulls a wad of money out of Everett's pocket; Delmar jumps onto Big Dan, merely Large Dan swings him around and throws him to the ground] ...and whatever ya got in the hole. [opens the shoebox and is dismayed to see the toad inside] What the...? In that location own't nothin' but a damn toad.

Delmar: No, you don't understand. That's Pete. [Big Dan takes the toad out of the shoebox] Pete...

Big Dan Teague: Yous know these things give ya warts? [squashes the toad in his hand, then throws information technology against the tree] End of lesson. Then long, boys. [chuckles mockingly] Meet ya in the funny papers. Y'all seen the cease of Large Dan Teague. [gets in the car and drives away, leaving Everett and Delmar dilapidated on the basis]

---

Everett: Why are you telling our gals that I was hit by a train?

Penny: Lots of respectable people accept been hit by trains. Judge Hobbie over in Cookville was hit by a railroad train. What was I gonna tell them, that you got sent to the penal farm and I divorced you from shame?

Everett: Uh, I take your point. But it does put me in a damn awkward position, vis-a-vis my progeny.

---

Everett: Deceitful, ii-faced she-woman. Never trust a female, Delmar, remember that i simple precept and your time with me volition non have been ill spent.

Delmar: OK, Everett.

Everett: Hit past a railroad train! Truth ways nothing to a woman, Delmar. Triumph 'a the subjective. You e'er been with a woman?

Delmar: Well, I... I... I gotta get the family farm back before I can start thinking about that.

Everett: That's right, if then. Believe me Delmar, woman is the most fiendish musical instrument of torture e'er devised to bedevil the days of human.

Delmar: Everett, I never figured you lot for a paterfamilias.

Everett: Oh yes, I have spread my seed.

---

Pappy: It sounded t'me like he harbored some kinda mean grudge against the Soggy Bottom Boys, on business relationship of their rough and rowdy past.

[boos]

Pappy: Sounds like Homer Stokes is the kind of fella who wants to cast the starting time stone. Well, I'chiliad with you folks. I'1000 a forgive 'n' forget Christian, and I say, if their rambunctiousness, and misdemeanorin' is behind them... [turns abroad from the mike, towards Everett] Information technology is, ain't it, boys?

Everett: Uh, yes sir, it is.

Pappy: Well, then I say, by the power vested in me, these boys is hereby pardoned! And furthermore, in the second Pappy O'Daniel administration, why, these boys is gonna be my brain trust!

Delmar: What'due south that hateful, Everett?

Everett: Well, Delmar, y'all, me, Pete, and Tommy are gonna be the power behind the throne, so to speak.

Delmar: Oh, okay.

Pappy: So without farther ado, and by way of endorsin' my candidacy, the Soggy Lesser Boys is gonna lead united states all in a chorus of "You Are My Sunshine."

[Applause. Pappy turns away from the mike, towards Everett]

Pappy: Ain't you, boys?

Everett: Governor, it's one of our favorites.

Pappy: Son... you lot're gonna get far.

---

Everett: Well, at to the lowest degree you boys go to see the ancestral manse; the home where I spent and so many happy days in the bosom of my family--a refugim, if y'all will--with a mighty oak tree out front end and a happy little tire swing on it.

[The boys arrive at Everett's old cabin, just they run into no tire swing on the tree]

Delmar: Where'due south the happy piddling tire swing? [the boys are shortly confronted by Sheriff Cooley and his men]

Sheriff Cooley: [steps out of the cabin with his domestic dog] End of the road, boys.

Everett: Wait a minute, now...

Sheriff Cooley: Information technology's had its twists and turns. Now, it deposits you lot here.

Everett: No, wait a minute!

Sheriff Cooley: You take eluded fate, and you take eluded me for the final time. [to his men] Tie their easily, boys.

Everett: You tin can't exercise this now!

[Cooley'southward men begin tying Everett, Pete, and Delmar'south hands behind their backs and holding Tommy at gunpoint]

Sheriff Cooley: Didn't know you'd be bringin' a friend. He'll but have to wait his plough, share one of your graves.

Everett: You tin't do this! We just got pardoned by the governor hisself!

Delmar: It went out on the radio!

Sheriff Cooley: Is that right? Well, nosotros ain't got a radio.

Pete: God take mercy.

---

[Everett and Penny are walking through town with their daughters in tow]

Everett: "All'due south well that ends well," some poet said.

Penny: That's correct, honey.

Everett: Don't mind telling you I'm awful pleased... My adventuring days have come to an stop.

Penny: That's expert, honey.

Everett: You were right about that ring, too. Any other wedding ring wouldn't exercise. This here was fore-ordained. Fate was a-smilin' on me, and...

Penny: That's non my ring.

Everett: What?

Penny: That's not my ring.

Everett: Not your ring?

Penny: That's one of Aunt Herlene'south.

Everett: But you said it was in the roll-meridian desk-bound.

Penny: I said I thought it was in the ringlet-summit desk.

Everett: No, yous said...

Penny: Or under the mattress. Or maybe in my chifforobe. I don't know.

Everett: Well, I'g distressing, honey.

Penny: Merely we demand that band.

Everett: Well, that ring is at the bottom of a pretty durn big lake.

Penny: Uh-uh.

Everett: A ix,000-hectare lake.

Penny: I don't care if information technology was 90,000. That lake was not my doing.

Everett: Of course non, beloved...

Penny: I counted to iii, dear.

Everett: No, wait, dear. Finding ane little ring in the heart of all that water is one hell of a heroic chore!

Taglines [edit]

• They have a plan, only not a inkling.
• Sometimes, you lot have to lose your way to get back home.

Cast [edit]

• George Clooney – Ulysses ("Ulysses") Everett McGill
• John Turturro – Pete
• Tim Blake Nelson – Delmar O' Donnell
• John Goodman – Big Dan ("Cyclops") Teague
• Holly Hunter – Penny (Penelope) McGill nee Wharvey
• Chris Thomas Male monarch – Tommy Johnson
• Charles Durning – Governor Menelaus "Pappy" O'Daniel
• Wayne Duvall – Homer Stokes
• Ray McKinnon – Vernon T. Waldrip Suitor of Penelope

External links [edit]

• O Brother Where Art Thou? quotes at the Internet Movie Database
• O Blood brother Where Fine art Thou? at Rotten Tomatoes

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