O Brother, Where Art Thou?

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O Brother, Where 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 by Homer.
They have a plan, but not a clue.

Ulysses Everett McGill[edit]

  • Well, any human being will cast about in a moment of stress. No, the fact is, they're flooding this valley so they can hydroelectric up the whole durn state. Yes, sir, the South is gonna change. Everything's gonna be put on electricity and run on a paying basis. Out with the old spiritual mumbo jumbo, the superstitions, and the backward ways. We're gonna see a brave new world where they run everybody a wire and hook us all up to a grid. Yes, sir, a veritable age of reason. Like the one they had in France. Not a moment too soon.
  • [Repeated line] Damn! We're in a tight spot!
  • Say, any of you boys smithies? Or, if not smithies per se, were you otherwise trained in the metallurgic arts before straitened circumstances forced you into a life of aimless wanderin'?

Delmar O'Donnell[edit]

  • [As George "Babyface" Nelson fires his tommy gun into a herd of cattle] Oh, George. Not the livestock!
  • [To Pete] We thought you was a toad!
  • [To Ulysses] Gopher, Everett?
  • [To Ulysses] He's a live wire though, ain't he?

Homer Stokes[edit]

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


Everett: The treasure is still there boys, believe me.
Delmar: [about the Blind Seer] But how'd he know about the treasure?
Everett: I don't know Delmar. The blind are reputed to possess sensitivities compensating for their lack of sight, even to the point of developing paranormal psychic powers. Now, clearly seeing into the future would fall neatly into that category; it's not so surprising then 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: Well what the hell does he know? He's just an ignorant old man.

Lawman: All right, boys! [dog barks]
Everett: [wakes up] 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 try nothing fancy! Your situation is pretty nigh hopeless!
Everett: Damn! We're in a tight spot!
Delmar: What in the Sam Hill?
Everett: Pete's cousin turned us in for the bounty!
Pete: What the hell are you saying?! Wash is kin!
Wash: Sorry, Pete! I know we're kin, but they got this depression on, and I got to do for me and mine!
Pete: I'm gonna kill you! Judas Iscariot Hogwallop! You miserable, horse-eating son of a... [machine gun fire]
Everett: Damn! We're in a tight spot!
Pete: Damn his eyes! Pa always said, "Never trust a Hogwallop!" COME AND GET US, COPPERS!!! [the police begin dousing the entrance to the barn with gasoline]
Lawman: You boys is leaving us no choice but to smoke you out!
Everett: Damn. We're in a tight spot.
Lawman: Light her up! [the police set the barn on fire]
Everett: Hold up, boys! Ain't you ever heard of negotiating?! Bet we could talk this thing out! I hate fire!
Pete: You lousy, low-down, yellow-bellied goat!
Everett: Whoa, whoa, Pete, now we've only got to speak with one voice here! Careful with that fire now, boys!

Everett: Well, it didn't look like a one-horse town, but try finding a decent hair jelly.
Delmar: Gopher, Everett?
Everett: And no transmission belt for two weeks, either.
Pete: They dam that river on the 21st. Today's the 17th.
Everett: Don't I know it.
Pete: We got but four days to get to that treasure. After that, it'll be at the bottom of a lake. We ain't gonna make it walkin'.
Everett: That's right.
Delmar: Gopher, Everett?
Everett: But the old tactician's got a plan. For the transportation that is. I don't know how I'm gonna keep my coiffure in order.
Pete: How's this a plan? How we gonna get a car?
Everett: [producing a pocket watch] Sell that. I figure it can only 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 figure it'll fetch us enough cash for a good used auto-voiture, and a little left over besides.
Delmar: Whoo! You got some light fingers, Everett. Gopher?
Pete: You miserable little snake! You stole from my kin!
Everett: Who was fixin' to betray us.
Pete: You didn't know that at the time!
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, thank you, Delmar. A third of a gopher would only arouse my appetite without beddin' her back down.
Delmar: Oh, you can have the whole thing. Me and Pete already had one. 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 bitch. Delmar's been saved.
Delmar: Well that's it, 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's my reward!
Everett: Delmar, what are you talking about? We've got bigger fish to fry.
Delmar: The preacher said all my sins is washed away, including that Piggly Wiggly I knocked over in Yazoo.
Everett: I thought you said you was innocent of those charges.
Delmar: Well I was lyin'. And the preacher said that that sin's been washed away, too. Neither God nor man's got nothin' on me now! C'mon in boys, the water is fine.

Pete: The preacher said he absolved us.
Everett: For him. Not for the law. I'm surprised at you Pete. I gave you credit for more brains than Delmar.
Delmar: But they was witnesses that seen us redeemed.
Everett: That's not the issue Delmar. Even if it did put you square with the Lord, the state of Mississippi's a little more hardnosed.
Delmar: You should'a joined us Everett. It wouldn't have hurt none.
Pete: Hell, at least it would'a washed away the smell of that pomade.
Everett: Join you two ignorant fools in a ridiculous superstition? Thank ya anyway. And I like the smell of my hair treatment - a pleasin' odor's half the point. [laughs] Baptism. You two are just dumber than a bag of hammers. Well, I guess you're just my cross to bear.

Everett: How you doin', son? My name's Everett. These two soggy sons of bitches are Pete and Delmar. Keep your fingers away from Pete's mouth; he ain't had nothing to eat for 13 years, except prison food, gopher, and a little greasy horse.
Tommy Johnson: Thanks for the lift, sir. My name's Tommy. Tommy Johnson.
Delmar: How are you doin', Tommy? Say, I haven't seen a house out here for miles. What are you doing out in the middle of nowhere?
Tommy Johnson: Well, I had to be up at that there crossroads last midnight, to sell my soul to the devil.
Everett: Well, ain't it a small world, spiritually speaking. Pete and Delmar just been baptized and saved. I guess I'm the only one that remains unaffiliated.
Delmar: This ain't no laughing matter, Everett.
Everett: What'd the devil give you for your soul, Tommy?
Tommy Johnson: Well, he taught me to play this here guitar real good.
Delmar: Oh, son. For that, you traded your everlasting soul?
Tommy Johnson: [shrugs] Well, I wasn't usin' it.
Pete: I've always wondered, what's the devil look like?
Everett: Well, of course there are all manner of lesser imps and demons, Pete, but the great Satan hisself is 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 eyes and a big hollow voice. He loves to travel around with a mean old hound. That's right.
Pete: And he told you 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 extra if you play real good.
Everett: Tishomingo, huh? How much he pay?

[Eager to find the treasure, the boys discuss what they will do with their shares over a campfire]
Delmar: Let's bed down 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: 1.2 million.
Delmar: 500,000 each.
Everett: 400, Delmar. Pete, what are you gonna do with your share of the treasure?
Pete: Go out west somewhere, open a fine restaurant. I'm gonna be the maitre'd. Greet all the swells. Going to work every day in a bowtie and tuxedo. And all the staff say, "Yes, sir," and "No, sir," and "In a jiffy, Pete." And all my meals for free.
Everett: What about you, Delmar? What are you gonna do with your share of that dough?
Delmar: I'm 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 farm. You ain't no kind of man if you ain't got land.
Pete: What about you, Everett? What'd you have in mind when you stole it in the first place?
Everett: [clears throat] I didn't have no plan.
Pete: Well, that hardly sounds like you.

Pete: Well hell, it ain't square one! Ain't nobody gonna pick up three filthy, unshaved hitch-hikers, and one of them a know-it-all that can't keep his trap shut.
Everett: Pete, the personal rancor reflected in that remark I don't intend to dignify with comment. However, I would like to address your attitude of hopeless negativism--consider the lilies of the goddamn field...or hell, look at Delmar here as your paradigm of hope!
Delmar: Yeah! Look at me.
Everett: Now you may call it an unreasoning optimism. You may call it obtuse. But the plain and simple fact is that we've got close to three days before they... [sees a car approaching in the distance behind him] ...dam that river...

George Nelson: Any of you boys know your way around a Walter P.P.K.?
Delmar: Well, you see, that's where we can't help you. I don't believe it's in Mississippi. [notices dollar bills flying out of George's bag] Friend, some of your folding money has come unstowed.
George Nelson: Just stuff it down that sack there, will you? You boys aren't bad men, I take it?
Delmar: Well, it's funny you should ask. I was bad until yesterday, but me and Pete here have been saved. I'm Delmar, and that there's Everett.
George Nelson: George Nelson. It's a pleasure. [opens the car door] Grab the tiller, will ya, buddy? [the police are catching up to the group] Hand me that chopper! [laughs]
Delmar: [hands George his gun] Say, what line of work you in George?
George Nelson: [laughing maniacally and firing his gun] COME AND GET ME, COPPERS!!! You flat-footed, lame-brain, soft-ass sons of bitches! NO ONE CAN CATCH ME! I'M GEORGE NELSON!!! I'm bigger than any John, live or limp! I'm 10.5 feet tall, and ain't yet 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 as 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 city Itta Bena!
Delmar: He's a live wire, though, ain't he?
George Nelson: [approaches the tellers] All the money in a bag! What are you looking at, Grandpa?
Everett: Pardon me, George. You got a plan for getting out of here?
George Nelson: Sure, boys. [tosses the money bag to Everett] Here's my plan. [opens his jacket to reveal sticks of dynamite, then laughs] They ain't never seen ordinance like this! [to the crowd] Thank you, folks! And remember, Jesus saves, but George Nelson withdraws! [laughs] Go fix the auto 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 name is GEORGE NELSON! GET ME?! [the woman nods in fear]
Delmar: She didn't mean nothing by it, George.
George Nelson: GEORGE NELSON! NOT "BABYFACE"!!! You remember! And you tell your friends! I'm George Nelson! Born to raise hell! [fires a shot in the air, then leaves with Everett, Pete, and Delmar]

General Store Clerk: I can get the part from Bristol. It'll take two weeks. Here's your pomade.
Everett: Two weeks? That don't do me no good.
Clerk: Nearest Ford auto man's Bristol.
Everett: Hold on, now. I don't want this pomade. I want Dapper Dan.
Clerk: I don't carry Dapper Dan, I carry Fop.
Everett: Well, I don't want Fop, goddammit. I'm a Dapper Dan man!
Clerk: Watch your language, young fella. This is a public market. Now, if you want Dapper Dan, I can order it for you, have it in a couple of weeks.
Everett: Well ain't this place a geographical oddity! Two weeks from everywhere! Forget it! [slams money on the counter] Just a dozen hair nets.

[Delmar wakes up after being knocked unconscious by the Sirens. He sees Everett, also knocked out, then Pete's clothes lying on the ground, realizing that Pete is missing]
Delmar: Everett? Everett!
Everett: [wakes up] My hair!
Delmar: Look at this!
Everett: [realizes Pete is gone] Pete! Where the heck are you?! Pete! We ain't got time for hide-and-seek! Now, we ain't got time for your shenanigans!
Delmar: [sees a beating coming out of Pete's shirt] Sweet Jesus, Everett. They left his heart. [a toad hops out of Pete's shirt; Delmar gasps] AAAAAHH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!
Everett: What the...? Delmar, what the heck's got into you?
Delmar: Can't you see it, Everett?! Them Sirens did this to Pete! They loved him up and turned him into a... horny toad! [the toad starts hopping into the river] PETE! [Delmar starts chasing the toad] Pete! Pete! Pete! Pete! Pete! Pete! [catches the toad] Pete, it's me--Delmar. It's me--Delmar! Everett!
Everett: Delmar, what the...? [the toad hops out of Delmar's hands]
Delmar: What are we gonna DO?!

Big Dan Teague: [approaches Everett and Delmar's table] I don't believe I've seen you boys around here before. Allow me to introduce myself. Name of Daniel Teague. Known in these precincts as Big Dan Teague. Or, to those who are pressed for time, Big Dan, tout court!
Everett: How you doin', Big Dan? My name is Ulysses Everett McGill. This is my associate, Delmar O'Donnell. I detect like me, you're endowed with the gift of gab.
Big Dan Teague: I flatter myself that such is the case. In my line of work it's plumb necessary. The one thing you don't want... is air in the conversation.
Everett: Once again, we find ourselves in agreement. What kind of work do you 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's right, the word of God, which let me tell you there is damn good money in during these times of woe and want. People are lookin' for answers, and Big Dan sells the only book that's got 'em! And what do you do, you and your tongue-tied friend?
Delmar: We, uh...
Everett: Uh, we're adventurers, sir, currently pursuing a certain opportunity, but we're open to others as well.
Big Dan Teague: I like your style, young man. So I'm gonna propose you a proposition: You cover my bill so I don't have to run back upstairs, get your waitress to wrap your dinner picnic-style, and we shall retire to more private environs, where I will tell you how there are vast amounts of money to be made in the service of God Amighty.
Everett: Well, why not? If nothing else, I could use some civilized conversation.
Big Dan Teague: Don't forget your shoebox, friend.

Everett: Deceitful, two-faced she-woman. Never trust a female, Delmar, remember that one simple precept and your time with me will not have been ill spent.
Delmar: OK, Everett.
Everett: Hit by a train! Truth means nothing to a woman, Delmar. Triumph 'a the subjective. You ever 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 instrument of torture ever devised to bedevil the days of man.
Delmar: Everett, I never figured you for a paterfamilias.
Everett: Oh yes, I have spread my seed.

Pappy: Holey Moley! These boys are a hit!
Junior: But Pappy, they's integrated!

Pappy: It sounded t'me like he harbored some kinda hateful grudge against the Soggy Bottom Boys, on account of their rough and rowdy past.
Pappy: Sounds like Homer Stokes is the kind of fella who wants to cast the first stone. Well, I'm with you folks. I'm a forgive 'n' forget Christian, and I say, if their rambunctiousness, and misdemeanorin' is behind them... [turns away from the mike, towards Everett] It is, ain't it, boys?
Everett: Uh, yes sir, it is.
Pappy: Then, 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 sat mean exactly, Everett?
Everett: Well, you'n me'n Pete 'n Tommy are gonna be the power behind the throne so to speak.
Delmar: Oh, okay.
Pappy: So now, without further ado, and by way of endorsin' my candidacy, the Soggy Bottom Boys is gonna lead us 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're gonna go far.


  • They have a plan, but not a clue.
  • Sometimes, you have to lose your way to get back home.


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