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Pomade Vendor: I can go the part from Bristol. It'll take ii weeks, here'south your pomade.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Two weeks? That don't practise me no good.

Pomade Vendor: Nearest Ford car man's Bristol.

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

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

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

Pomade Vendor: Watch your language, young feller, this is a public market place. Now if yous desire Dapper Dan, I can social club it for you, take it in a couple of weeks.

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

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

Ulysses Everett McGill: Well Pete, I figured information technology should exist the ane with the capacity for abstruse thought. But if that own't the consensus view, then hell, let's put information technology to a vote.

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

Ulysses Everett McGill: Well I'm voting for yours truly as well.

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

Delmar O'Donnell: Okay... I'm with yous fellas.

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

Ulysses Everett McGill: Well, ain't information technology a small earth, spiritually speaking. Pete and Delmar just been baptized and saved. I guess I'm the just one that remains unaffiliated.

[afterward the *Iv* soggy bottom boys finish recording "I Am a Man of Constant 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 on in here and sign these papers hither and I'm a gonna you ten dollars a piece.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Uh, okay sir. But Murt and Aloysius will accept to sign Xes equally only 4 of us can write.

[starting time lines]

Ulysses Everett McGill: Say, any of y'all 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'?

Bullheaded Seer: You seek a great fortune, you three who are now in chains. Yous volition find a fortune, though it will not be the i you seek. Merely kickoff... commencement you must travel a long and difficult road, a road fraught with peril. Mm-hmm. Yous shall see thangs, wonderful to tell. Y'all shall see a... a moo-cow... on the roof of a cotton house, ha. And, oh, so many startlements. I cannot tell you how long this route shall exist, but fear not the obstacles in your path, for fate has vouchsafed your reward. Though the road may air current, yea, your hearts grow weary, still shall ye follow them, fifty-fifty unto your salvation.

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

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

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

Ulysses Everett McGill: Governor, information technology'south 1 of our favorites.

Pappy O'Daniel: Son... you lot're gonna arrive.

Pete: Well I'll be a sonofabitch. Delmar's been saved.

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

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

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

Ulysses Everett McGill: I thought you said yous was innocent of those charges?

Delmar O'Donnell: Well I was lyin'. And the preacher says that that sin'southward been warshed away besides. Neither God nor human'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 thanks, Delmar. A third of a gopher would only arouse my ambition without beddin' 'er back down.

Delmar O'Donnell: Oh, you can have the whole thing. Me and Pete already had one apiece. We ran beyond a whole... gopher village.

Pete: I've always wondered, what's the devil look like?

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

Tommy Johnson: Oh, no. No, sir. He's white, every bit white every bit you folks, with empty optics and a big hollow vocalization. He likes to travel effectually with a mean one-time hound. That's right.

Pete: The Preacher said it absolved us.

Ulysses Everett McGill: For him, not for the constabulary. I'm surprised at you, Pete, I gave you credit for more than brains than Delmar.

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

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

[laughs]

Ulysses Everett McGill: Baptism! You lot ii are just dumber than a handbag of hammers!

Ulysses Everett McGill: You can't display a toad in a fine eating place like this! Why, the good folks here would get correct off the feed!

Delmar O'Donnell: I only don't think it's correct keeping him under wraps like we'due south ashamed of him.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Well, if information technology is Pete, I am aback of him! Style I see it, he got what he deserved, fornicating with some whore of Babylon. These things don't happen for no reason, Delmar. It'southward manifestly some kinda judgment on his graphic symbol.

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

Pappy O'Daniel: Sounded to me like he was harboring a hateful grudge against the Soggy Bottom Boys on account of their rough and rowdy past. Looks similar Homer Stokes is the kind of boyfriend who wants to cast the starting time rock.

[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] Information technology is, ain't it, boys?

Ulysses Everett McGill: Uh, yes sir, information technology is.

Ulysses Everett McGill: The treasure is still in that location boys, believe me.

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

Ulysses Everett McGill: 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. At present, clearly seeing into the futurity would fall into neatly into that category; its not so surprising so that an organism deprived of its earthly vision...

Pete: He said nosotros wouldn't become get it. He said we wouldn't get the treasure nosotros seek on account of our ob-stac-les.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Well what the hell does he know, he's just an ignorant old man?

Lund: Now, what tin I exercise you lot for Mr. French?

French: How can I lay a concur 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, hither, here, I call up them! They was colored fellas, I believe.

French: Uh huh.

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

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

Lund: Naw?

French: Whole damn state's goin' apey.

Lund: Well it was a powerful air.

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

Lund: Ohhhh mercy! Aye we got to beat that contest.

George Nelson: [later Nelson has robbed the banking concern] Cheers folks! And call up, Jesus saves, but George Nelson withdraws!

[laughs]

George Nelson: Go fetch the auto voiture, Pete.

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

George Nelson: Who said that?

[pause]

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

[goes upward to woman]

George Nelson: My name is George Nelson, get me?

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

George Nelson: [noticeably upset] George Nelson! Non "Babyface"! You lot retrieve, and you tell your friends! I'grand George Nelson! Born to enhance hell!

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

[singing]

Ulysses Everett McGill: I am a man 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 trouble, no pleasance here on Earth I've found. For in this globe I'grand spring to constitutional, I accept no friends to assistance me out.

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

Ulysses Everett McGill: Mayhap your friends recollect I'one thousand just a stranger, my face you never volition see no more. But at that place is one promise that is given, I'll see you lot on God's golden shore.

Delmar O'Donnell,Pete: He'll meet y'all on God'due south aureate shore.

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

Delmar O'Donnell: I'm gonna visit those foreclosing son-of-a-guns at the Indianola Savings & Loan, slap that coin on the barrelhead and buy dorsum the family farm. You ain't no kind of human if you own't got land.

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

Pete: The hell you say! Launder is kin!

Washington Hogwallop: Pitiful, 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 you, Judas Iscariot Hogwallop!

Pete: Well hell, it ain't square one! Ain't nobody gonna option upwards iii filthy, unshaved hitch-hikers, and 1 of them a know-it-all that can't keep his trap close.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Pete, the personal rancor reflected in that remark I don't intend to dignify with comment. But I would like to address your general attitude of hopeless negativism. Consider the lilies of the goddamn field or... hell! Take at wait at Delmar hither every bit your prototype of hope.

Delmar O'Donnell: Yeah, look at me.

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

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

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

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

Homer Stokes: [every bit Grand Kleagle at a KKK rally] Brothers! Oh, brothers! We accept all gathered here, to preserve our hallowed culture and heritage! We aim to pull evil upward by the root, before it chokes out the flower of our civilization and heritage! And our women, let's not forget those ladies, y'all. Looking to us 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 Delmar, remember that 1 elementary axiom and your time with me volition non have been sick spent.

Delmar O'Donnell: Ok, Everett.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Striking by a train! Truth means nada to a woman, Delmar. Triumph of the subjective. You ever been with a woman?

Delmar O'Donnell: Well, I... I... I gotta become the family farm back before I tin first thinking about that.

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

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

Pete: Do not seek the treasure!

Big Dan Teague: You lot don't say much my friend, but when you practise information technology'due south to the point, and I salute y'all for it.

Pappy O'Daniel: I'll printing your mankind, y'all dimwitted sumbitch! You don't tell your pappy how to court the electorate. Nosotros ain't 1-at-a-timin' here. Nosotros're MASS communicating!

Ulysses Everett McGill: Well, as shortly as we go ourselves cleaned upwardly and we get a trivial smellum in our hair, why, we're gonna feel 100% better nigh ourselves and about life in full general.

Pete: Crazy! No one'southward ever gonna believe nosotros're a real band.

Ulysses Everett McGill: No, it'south gonna work. I just gotta get close enough to talk to her. Takin' off with the states has got more futurity than marryin' a guy named Waldrip. I'grand 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 hit by trains. Gauge Hobbie over in Cookville was striking by a train. What was I gonna tell them, that yous got sent to the penal farm and I divorced you from shame?

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

Siren,Siren,Siren: [singing] Become to sleep you little baby / Go to sleep y'all niggling baby / You and me and the devil makes three / Don't need no other lovin' baby // Go to sleep you piffling baby / Go to slumber you lot little baby / Come and lay your basic on the alabaster stones / And be my always lovin' baby // Get to sleep yous little babe / Go to sleep you fiddling baby / Your momma's gone away and your daddy's gone to stay / Didn't exit nobody just the infant // Go to sleep yous fiddling infant / Go to sleep you little baby / Everybody's gone in the cotton and the corn / Didn't get out nobody simply the baby // You're a sugariness piddling baby / Yous're a sweet picayune baby / Honey in the rock and the sugar don't stop / Gonna bring a bottle to the infant // Don't you cry pretty baby / Don't you lot weep pretty infant / She's long gone with the red shoes on / Gonna meet another lovin' baby // Go to sleep yous footling baby / Go to slumber you fiddling babe / You and me and the devil makes three / Don't need no other lovin' baby // Go to sleep you little baby / Become to slumber you little baby / You and me and the devil makes iii / Don't need no other lovin' baby // Become to sleep yous little infant / Go to slumber you little baby / Your momma'due south gone abroad and your daddy's gone to stay / Didn't go out nobody only the infant // Go to sleep you lot little baby / Go to sleep you little baby / Come and lay your bones on the alabaster stones / And be my ever lovin' baby

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

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

Ulysses Everett McGill: Well, I guess difficult times flush the chump. Everybody's lookin' for answers... Where the hell's he goin'?

[as Delmar runs out to be baptized]

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

Human with Bullhorn: All correct, boys! Information technology'due south the regime! We got you surrounded! Just come on out and grabbin' air! And don't endeavor nothing fancy! Your sityeachin is purty well-nigh hopeless!

[as a noose is flung over Pete]

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

Ulysses Everett McGill: And so you're against me at present as well? Is that how information technology is boys? The whole world, God almighty, and now you.

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

Big Dan Teague: Thank you for the conversational hiatus. I generally refrain from speech durin' gustation. I find it course and vulgar. Where were nosotros?

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

Big Dan Teague: Heh, you don't say much, friend, but when y'all do, it's to the point and I salute you for it!

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

Wharvey Gal: But y'all own't bona fide!

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

Ulysses Everett McGill: It'south our pleasure, Large Dan.

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

Pappy O'Daniel: Furthermore, in the 2nd Pappy O'Daniel assistants, these boys is gonna exist my *brain* trust.

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

Homer Stokes: And I say to you that the great country a Mississippi cannot afford four more years a Pappy O'Daniel - four more years a cronyism, nepotism, racialism and service to the Innarests! The choice, she's a clear 'united nations: Pappy O'Daniel, slave a the Innarests; Homer Stokes, servant a the footling homo! Own't that correct, little fella?

The Little Homo: He ain't lyin'!

Ulysses Everett McGill: Yessir, the South is gonna change. Everything's gonna be put on electricity and run on a paying basis. Out with quondam spiritual mumbo-jumbo, the superstition and the astern ways. We're gonna see a brave new earth where they run everyone a wire and hook us all up to the grid. Yessir, a veritable age of reason - similar they had in France. And not a moment as well soon...

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

Tape Shop Clerk: No ma'am. We got a new shipment in yesterday. Sorry, but we merely can't keep 'em on our shelves.

Pete: Since we been followin' your lead, we ain't got nothing just problem.

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

Ulysses Everett McGill: The one-time tactician has got a program. For the transportation that is, I don't know how I'chiliad gonna keep my coiffure in society.

Pete: How'due south this a plan? How we gonna become a car?

Ulysses Everett McGill: Sell that. I figure it tin merely take painful association for Launder.

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

Ulysses Everett McGill: Information technology was in his agency. I figure information technology'll fetch united states of america enough cash for a adept used auto-voiture, and a little left over besides.

Delmar O'Donnell: Hey mister! I don't mean to be tellin' tales out of school, but there's a feller in there that'll pay you ten dollars if you sing into his can.

Big Dan Teague: Bible sales. Now the trade is not a complicated one. There are but two things to learn. One bein' where to find a wholesaler - the Discussion 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 then to speak.

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

[Final Lines]

Blind Seer: [sings] Oh, bear me away on your snow white wings to my celestial dwelling

Woolworths Customer: Who is that human?

Penny Wharvey McGill: He's non my husband... Just a drifter, I guess... Just some no-account drifter.

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