O Brother, Where Art Thou?

Pete! Pete!
Pete! Pete!
Pete, it's me...Delmar.
It's me...Delmar.
- Everett.
- Delmar, what the...?!

What are we gonna do?!
I'm not sure that's Pete.
Of course it's Pete. Look at him.
We got to find some kind of...
wizard can change him back.

I'm just not sure that's Pete.
(Everett) You can't display a toad
in a fine restaurant.

Folks'd go off their feed.
Hey. I just don't think it's right
keeping him under wraps

like we was ashamed of him.
If it is Pete, I am ashamed of him.
He got what he deserved, fornicatin'
with some whore of Babylon.

These things don't happen
for no reason.

It's a judgment on Pete's character.
Well, the two of us was
fixin' to fornicate.

You'll have to excuse
my rusticated friend,

unaccustomed as he is
to city manners. (Snaps)

(Everett) I guess we'll have
a couple of steaks

and some, uh, gratine potatoes,
and wash it down with
your finest bubbly wine.

Oh, I don't suppose you have any...
Maybe the chef could prepare...
Just bring us a couple
of leaves of raw cabbage.

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

I don't believe I've seen you boys.
Allow me to introduce myself.

Name of Daniel Teague,
known around here as Big Dan Teague,

Or, pressed for time, Big Dan!
Tout court!

Name's Ulysses Everett McGill.
My associate, Delmar O'Donnel.