Was One of the Lines of One of the Wharvey Gals in Oh Brother Where Art Thou Hes Bonefied

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Pomade Vendor: I can get the office from Bristol. It'll accept two weeks, here'south your pomade.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Two weeks? That don't do me no expert.

Pomade Vendor: Nearest Ford auto man's Bristol.

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

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

Ulysses Everett McGill: Well, I don't want Fop, goddamn information technology! I'm a Dapper Dan man!

Pomade Vendor: Spotter your language, young feller, this is a public marketplace. At present if you want Dapper Dan, I tin order it for you, have it in a couple of weeks.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Well, own't this place a geographical oddity. Two weeks from everywhere!

Pete: Wait a minute. Who elected you leader of this outfit?

Ulysses Everett McGill: Well Pete, I figured information technology should be the one with the chapters for abstract thought. But if that ain't the consensus view, then hell, let's put it to a vote.

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

Ulysses Everett McGill: Well I'thousand voting for yours truly too.

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

Delmar O'Donnell: Okay... I'1000 with you fellas.

Tommy Johnson: I had to be up at that there crossroads terminal midnight, to sell my soul to the devil.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Well, ain't information technology a small world, spiritually speaking. Pete and Delmar just been baptized and saved. I gauge I'grand the simply i that remains unaffiliated.

[after the *Iv* soggy bottom boys finish recording "I Am a Human being of Abiding Sorrow"]

Ulysses Everett McGill: 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 up on in here and sign these papers here and I'grand a gonna you x dollars a slice.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Uh, okay sir. But Murt and Aloysius will have to sign Xes as only four of us can write.

[start lines]

Ulysses Everett McGill: Say, any of you 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 aimless wanderin'?

Bullheaded Seer: Y'all seek a great fortune, you three who are at present in bondage. Y'all will find a fortune, though it will not be the 1 you seek. But start... beginning you must travel a long and difficult road, a route fraught with peril. Mm-hmm. You shall run into thangs, wonderful to tell. You shall see a... a cow... on the roof of a cotton business firm, ha. And, oh, and then many startlements. I cannot tell you lot how long this route shall be, just 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 conservancy.

Pappy O'Daniel: And furthermore, by style of endorsing my candidacy, the Soggy Bottom Boys are gonna lead us all in a rousing chorus of "You Are My Sunshine."

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

Pappy O'Daniel: [no-nonsense] Ain't you lot, boys?

Ulysses Everett McGill: Governor, it'south one of our favorites.

Pappy O'Daniel: Son... you're gonna make it.

Pete: Well I'll exist a sonofabitch. Delmar'southward been saved.

Delmar O'Donnell: Well that'south information technology, boys. I've been redeemed. The preacher's done warshed away all my sins and transgressions. It'south the direct and narrow from hither on out, and heaven everlasting'due south my reward.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Delmar, what are you talking nearly? Nosotros've got bigger fish to fry.

Delmar O'Donnell: The preacher says all my sins is warshed abroad, including that Piggly Wiggly I knocked over in Yazoo.

Ulysses Everett McGill: I idea you said you lot was innocent of those charges?

Delmar O'Donnell: Well I was lyin'. And the preacher says that that sin's been warshed abroad too. Neither God nor human'due south got nothin' on me now. C'mon in boys, the h2o is fine.

Delmar O'Donnell: Intendance for some gopher?

Ulysses Everett McGill: No thank yous, Delmar. A third of a gopher would only arouse my appetite without beddin' 'er back down.

Delmar O'Donnell: Oh, you lot tin can accept the whole thing. Me and Pete already had i apiece. We ran across a whole... gopher village.

Pete: I've ever wondered, what'south the devil look similar?

Ulysses Everett McGill: Well, there are all manner of lesser imps and demons, Pete, but the groovy Satan hisself is cherry and scaly with a bifurcated tail, and he carries a hay fork.

Tommy Johnson: Oh, no. No, sir. He'due south white, as white as yous folks, with empty eyes and a large hollow phonation. He likes to travel effectually with a mean old hound. That's right.

Pete: The Preacher said it absolved us.

Ulysses Everett McGill: For him, non for the law. I'k surprised at yous, Pete, I gave you credit for more brains than Delmar.

Delmar O'Donnell: Just they was witnesses that seen us redeemed.

Ulysses Everett McGill: That's not the event Delmar. Even if that did put you square with the Lord, the State of Mississippi'southward a little more difficult-nosed.

[laughs]

Ulysses Everett McGill: Baptism! You two are only dumber than a purse of hammers!

Ulysses Everett McGill: Yous can't display a toad in a fine eatery similar this! Why, the good folks here would get correct off the feed!

Delmar O'Donnell: I just don't think information technology's right keeping him nether wraps like we's ashamed of him.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Well, if it is Pete, I am ashamed of him! Way I encounter it, he got what he deserved, fornicating with some whore of Babylon. These things don't happen for no reason, Delmar. It's plainly some kinda judgment on his character.

Delmar O'Donnell: Well, the two of us was fixin' to fornicate!

Pappy O'Daniel: Sounded to me like he was harboring a mean grudge against the Soggy Bottom Boys on account of their rough and rowdy past. Looks like Homer Stokes is the kind of fellow who wants to cast the first stone.

[boos]

Pappy O'Daniel: Well, I'm with you folks. I'm a forgive-and-forgettin' Christian, and I say, if their rambunctiousness, and misdemeanoring, is behind them...

[turns away from the mike, towards Everett]

Pappy O'Daniel: [no-nonsense] It is, own't it, boys?

Ulysses Everett McGill: Uh, yeah sir, it is.

Ulysses Everett McGill: The treasure is still there boys, believe me.

Delmar O'Donnell: But how'd he know about the treasure?

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

Pete: He said we wouldn't get go it. He said we wouldn't get the treasure we seek on business relationship of our ob-stac-les.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Well what the hell does he know, he'southward merely an ignorant sometime man?

Lund: At present, what can I practise yous for Mr. French?

French: How tin I lay a concord of them Soggy Bottom Boys?

Lund: Soggy Bottom? I don't precisely recollect them.

French: They cut a record in here a few days ago, was an old-timey harmony thing with a guitar accom... accomp...

Lund: Oh here, here, hither, I remember them! They was colored fellas, I believe.

French: Uh huh.

Lund: Yessuh, they're a fine bunch a boys. They sang in the yonder can and skeedadled.

French: Well that tape is goin' through the goddamned roof. They playin' it as far away as Mobile.

Lund: Naw?

French: Whole damn country's goin' apey.

Lund: Well information technology was a powerful air.

French: Hot damn, we gotta discover them boys and sign 'em to a large fat contract. Hells Bells, Mr. Lund, if we don't the goddamned competition will.

Lund: Ohhhh mercy! Yes we got to beat that competition.

George Nelson: [after Nelson has robbed the bank] Give thanks you folks! And remember, Jesus saves, only George Nelson withdraws!

[laughs]

George Nelson: Get fetch the car voiture, Pete.

Woman In Bank: [whispering] Is that "Babyface" Nelson?

George Nelson: Who said that?

[pause]

George Nelson: What ignorant, low down, slanderizin, son of a bitch said that?

[goes upwards to adult female]

George Nelson: My proper name is George Nelson, go me?

Delmar O'Donnell: She didn't mean nothin by it, George.

George Nelson: [noticeably upset] George Nelson! Not "Babyface"! You remember, and you tell your friends! I'thousand George Nelson! Born to heighten hell!

[Nelson points his Tommy Gun towards the ceiling and fires it, and the bank patrons spring]

[singing]

Ulysses Everett McGill: I am a homo of constant sorrow, I've seen trouble all my days. I bid farewell to old Kentucky, the place where I was born and raised.

Delmar O'Donnell,Pete: The place where he was born and raised.

Ulysses Everett McGill: For six long years I've been in problem, no pleasure here on Earth I've found. For in this world I'm jump to ramble, I take no friends to assist me out.

Delmar O'Donnell,Pete: He has no friends to help him out.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Mayhap your friends think I'm just a stranger, my face up you lot never will see no more. Merely there is one promise that is given, I'll meet you on God'due south gilt shore.

Delmar O'Donnell,Pete: He'll meet you on God's gilded shore.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Me an' the sometime lady are gonna pick up the pieces and retie the knot, mixaphorically speaking.

Delmar O'Donnell: I'thousand gonna visit those foreclosing son-of-a-guns at the Indianola Savings & Loan, slap that money on the barrelhead and purchase back the family unit farm. You own't no kind of homo if you lot ain't got land.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Pete's cousin turned u.s. in for the compensation.

Pete: The hell you say! Wash is kin!

Washington Hogwallop: Sorry, Pete, I know we're kin, but they got this depression on. I got to do for me and mine.

Pete: I'm gonna kill yous, Judas Iscariot Hogwallop!

Pete: Well hell, it own't square ane! Ain't nobody gonna choice upwards iii filthy, unshaved hitch-hikers, and ane of them a know-it-all that tin can't go along his trap shut.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Pete, the personal rancor reflected in that remark I don't intend to dignify with annotate. But I would like to accost your general attitude of hopeless negativism. Consider the lilies of the goddamn field or... hell! Take at look at Delmar here as your paradigm of hope.

Delmar O'Donnell: Yeah, look at me.

[Discussing how to counter Homer Stokes' entrada for governor]

Junior O'Daniel: Nosotros could hire our own midget, even shorter than his.

Pappy O'Daniel: Wouldn't we look like a agglomeration of Johnny-come-latelies, bragging on our own midget, doesn't thing how stumpy.

Pappy O'Daniel: Shake a leg Junior! Thank God your mammy died givin' birth. If she'd have seen you lot, she'd take died o' shame.

Homer Stokes: [as Thou Kleagle at a KKK rally] Brothers! Oh, brothers! Nosotros accept all gathered here, to preserve our hallowed culture and heritage! We aim to pull evil up by the root, before it chokes out the flower of our civilization and heritage! And our women, allow'southward not forget those ladies, y'all. Looking to the states for protection! From darkies, from Jews, from papists, and from all those smart-ass folks say we come descended from monkeys!

Ulysses Everett McGill: Deceitful, two-faced she-woman. Never trust a female person Delmar, remember that one simple precept and your time with me will non take been sick spent.

Delmar O'Donnell: Ok, Everett.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Hit by a train! Truth ways nothing to a woman, Delmar. Triumph of the subjective. Y'all ever been with a woman?

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

Ulysses Everett McGill: That's right, if and then. Believe me Delmar, woman is the almost fiendish instrument of torture always devised to bedevil the days of man.

Penny Wharvey McGill: Vernon here'southward got a job. Vernon's got prospects. He'south bona fide. What are yous?

Pete: Do non seek the treasure!

Big Dan Teague: You don't say much my friend, but when you do it'southward to the point, and I salute you for information technology.

Pappy O'Daniel: I'll press your flesh, you lot dimwitted sumbitch! You don't tell your pappy how to court the electorate. We own't one-at-a-timin' hither. We're MASS communicating!

Ulysses Everett McGill: Well, equally presently as nosotros get ourselves cleaned upwards and nosotros get a little smellum in our hair, why, we're gonna experience 100% better about ourselves and most life in full general.

Pete: Crazy! No one's ever gonna believe we're a real ring.

Ulysses Everett McGill: No, information technology'southward gonna work. I just gotta get shut enough to talk to her. Takin' off with u.s.a. has got more than future than marryin' a guy named Waldrip. I'yard Goddamned bona fide!

Delmar O'Donnell: Everett, my bristles itches.

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

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

Ulysses Everett McGill: Uh, I take your signal. Merely it does put me in a damn bad-mannered position, vis-a-vis my progeny.

Siren,Siren,Siren: [singing] Go to sleep you lot trivial baby / Get to sleep you little baby / Yous and me and the devil makes iii / Don't need no other lovin' infant // Go to sleep yous niggling baby / Become to slumber yous little baby / Come and lay your bones on the alabaster stones / And be my always lovin' baby // Get to sleep you fiddling baby / Go to slumber you lilliputian baby / Your momma'south gone away and your daddy'southward gone to stay / Didn't leave nobody simply the baby // Go to sleep you little baby / Get to slumber yous little baby / Everybody's gone in the cotton and the corn / Didn't leave nobody but the baby // You lot're a sugariness petty baby / Yous're a sweet little babe / Honey in the rock and the saccharide don't end / Gonna bring a bottle to the baby // Don't you weep pretty baby / Don't yous weep pretty infant / She's long gone with the red shoes on / Gonna come across another lovin' baby // Go to slumber you little babe / Go to slumber you fiddling baby / Yous and me and the devil makes three / Don't need no other lovin' baby // Go to sleep y'all little baby / Go to sleep yous little baby / You and me and the devil makes three / Don't need no other lovin' infant // Go to slumber you lot niggling babe / Go to sleep you little babe / Your momma'southward gone away and your daddy's gone to stay / Didn't go out nobody but the baby // Become to sleep you little infant / Go to sleep you lot piffling baby / Come and lay your basic on the alabaster stones / And be my ever lovin' baby

Delmar O'Donnell: Them syreens did this to Pete. They loved him up and turned him into a horny toad.

Homer Stokes: These boys is not white! These boys is not white! Hell, they ain't fifty-fifty old timey!

Ulysses Everett McGill: Well, I judge hard times flush the doormat. Everybody's lookin' for answers... Where the hell's he goin'?

[every bit Delmar runs out to be baptized]

Pete: Well, I'll be a son of a bitch. Delmar's been saved!

Human with Bullhorn: All right, boys! Information technology's the authorities! We got you lot surrounded! Just come on out and grabbin' air! And don't endeavor goose egg fancy! Your sityeachin is purty nigh hopeless!

[as a noose is flung over Pete]

Sheriff Cooley: Stairway to sky. Nosotros shall all meet by and past.

Ulysses Everett McGill: So you're against me now too? Is that how it is boys? The whole globe, God almighty, and now y'all.

Delmar O'Donnell: Jacking upwardly banks. I can see how a fella'd derive a whole lot of pleasure and satisfaction out of information technology.

Big Dan Teague: Thank you for the conversational hiatus. I generally refrain from oral communication durin' gustation. I find information technology course and vulgar. Where were we?

Delmar O'Donnell: Makin' coin in the service of the Lord.

Large Dan Teague: Heh, you don't say much, friend, simply when you do, information technology's to the point and I salute y'all for information technology!

Ulysses Everett McGill: I am the only daddy you got! I'm the damn paterfamilias!

Wharvey Gal: Only yous ain't bona fide!

Big Dan Teague: Thank you boys for throwin' in that fricassee. I'm a human of large appetite, and even with dejeuner nether my belt, I was feelin' a mite peckish.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Information technology's our pleasure, Big Dan.

Pappy O'Daniel: Moral fibre? I invented moral fibre! Pappy O'Daniel was displaying rectitude and high-mindedness when that egghead you lot work for was even so messing his drawers!

Pappy O'Daniel: Furthermore, in the second Pappy O'Daniel assistants, these boys is gonna be my *brain* trust.

Delmar O'Donnell: What's that mean, Everett?

Homer Stokes: And I say to you that the dandy land a Mississippi cannot afford iv more than years a Pappy O'Daniel - iv more years a cronyism, nepotism, racialism and service to the Innarests! The choice, she's a clear 'un: Pappy O'Daniel, slave a the Innarests; Homer Stokes, servant a the little human! Ain't that correct, trivial fella?

The Picayune Human: He ain't lyin'!

Ulysses Everett McGill: Yessir, the South is gonna change. Everything'southward gonna exist put on electricity and run on a paying basis. Out with old spiritual mumbo-colossal, the superstition and the backward ways. We're gonna come across a brave new world where they run everyone a wire and claw united states all upwardly to the grid. Yessir, a veritable age of reason - like they had in France. And non a moment too soon...

Soggy Lesser Customer: Do you have the Soggy Bottom Boys performing "Man of Constant Sorrow"?

Record Store Clerk: No ma'am. We got a new shipment in yesterday. Sorry, but we just can't proceed 'em on our shelves.

Pete: Since nosotros been followin' your lead, nosotros own't got nothing but trouble.

Pete: My pa always said "Never trust a Hogwallop!"

Ulysses Everett McGill: The old tactician has got a plan. For the transportation that is, I don't know how I'm gonna go along my coiffure in lodge.

Pete: How's this a program? How we gonna go a automobile?

Ulysses Everett McGill: Sell that. I figure it can only have painful association for Launder.

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

Ulysses Everett McGill: It was in his bureau. I figure information technology'll fetch us plenty cash for a proficient used auto-voiture, and a little left over besides.

Delmar O'Donnell: Hey mister! I don't hateful to exist tellin' tales out of school, but in that location's a feller in at that place that'll pay yous ten dollars if you sing into his can.

Big Dan Teague: Bible sales. Now the trade is not a complicated ane. There are just two things to learn. One bein' where to notice a wholesaler - the Word of God in bulk as it were. Two, how to recognize your customer. Who are you dealin' with? Information technology's an exercise in psychology, and so to speak.

Homer Stokes: This band of miscreants, this very evening, interfered with a lynch mob in the performance of its duty.

[Last Lines]

Blind Seer: [sings] Oh, deport me away on your snow white wings to my angelic home

Woolworths Customer: Who is that human?

Penny Wharvey McGill: He'southward not my husband... Just a drifter, I guess... But some no-account drifter.

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