Ulysses Everett McGill: Well what the hell does he know, he's just an ignorant old man? The pencil-neck is identified on posters as 'Homer Stokes, Friend of the Little Man', and, in life as in the pictures, he shakes a broom over his head. The blow catches Everett on the chin and sends him reeling. He whips open his suitcoat to reveal a half-dozen sticks of dynamite. The woman also holds a babe-in-arms. Pappy's Staff: No, I believe he's gonna paddle it. Delmar O'Donnell, Pete: He has no friends to help him out. Consider the lillies of the goddammed field.
Neither God nor man's got nothin' on me now! The story of the Coen Brothers' O Brother, Where Art Thou takes its primary inspiration from Homer's legendary epic about Ancient Greece,. Can't I count on you people?! Delmar O'Donnell: Can't you see it, Everett? M: Yeah well, I don't record Negro songs. C'mon in boys, the water is fine. Everett, still trying to get Penny's attention, looks up, stunned at the ovation. When the intruders reach the foot of the cross, Delmar turns.
Marvin Acme 1- I don't want this pomade. They got this depression on, I got to do for me n mine. I'm gonna be a dentist. Everett, entering, goggles at the infant. I am a Dapper Dan man I am a man of constant sorrow. Neither God nor man's got nothin' on me now. Click here for your invite! Homer: No, I called all three Herbert Powells in Detroit.
Lemme slap up a wire. The two men pause in fitting the noose. They wear faded stripes and grey duck- billed caps. I don't really remember them. Everett: Governor, it's one of our favorites. But I would like to address your general attitude of hopeless negativism.
The trade is not a complicated one; there're but two things to learn. Why, you little pasty-face sumbitch. Everett: How you doin', son? Ulysses: I thought you said you was innocent of those charges? We're in a tight spot. Ulysses Everett McGill: Yessir, the South is gonna change. The three convicts, faces upturned, listen raptly to the blind prophet.
Maybe I'll be able to throw a little patronage his way, get the man a job diggin' ditches or rounding up stray dogs. Everett: Now you may call it an unreasoning optimism. It's not so surprising then, that an organism, deprived of its earthly vision. With empty eyes and a big hollow voice and he travels with a mean ole hound. Ain't that right, little fella? We hear distant thunder and the howl of a hound. He screws the lid back on the pomade.
Each of them, still bound by chains, clinks as he moves. I cannot tell you how long this road shall be. These boys desecrated a fiery cross! The two henchmen fit the noose over Pete's neck. Most films have been recycled in some form or another. We are inside a cupboard.
Everett wears a puzzled smile. Delmar, smiling, shakes his head as he watches him go. No, the fact is, they're flooding this valley so they can hydro-electric up the whole durned state. His walk is unsteady, the wood blocks still strapped to his feet. I'm not allowed to release that information. Ladies'n gentlemens here and listenin' at home, the great state of Mississippi Pappy O'Daniel, Gov'nor thanks the Soggy Bottom Boys for that won-a-ful performance! Everett hesitates, not sure where this is going. You ever been with a woman? I'm surprised at you Pete.
Delmar, moaning, looks blearily up through swollen eyes. And, ladies'n jettymens, the little man has admonished me to grasp the broom a - ree-form and sweep this state clean! You see, in the mart of competitive commerce. My name is Ulysses Everett McGill. There are those who attempt both at the same time. Now, if you need towels, laundry-- Homer: Wait! The two rows of chained men sit.
Pete: You stole from my kin. But first, first you must travel a long and difficult road - a road fraught with peril, uh-huh, and pregnant with adventure. Everett, jaw hanging open, can only stare, as if at a ghost. Everett: who was about to betray us. Delmar, not angry himself, is trying to work it out.