O Brother, Where Art Thou?

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.

I detect, like me,
you're endowed with the gift of gab.

I flatter myself such is the case.
In my line, it's plum necessary.

The one thing you don't want...
is air in the conversation.
Again we agree.
What kind of work you do, Big Dan?

Sales, Mr McGill, sales!
What do I sell?

The truth, every blessed word of it.
From Genesis down to Revelations.
Yes, the word of God,
which, let me say,

there's damn good money in
during these times of woe and want.

People want answers, and Big Dan
sells the only book that's got 'em.

And what do you do,
you and your, uh, tongue-tied friend?

We, uh...
We're adventurers, sir,
pursuing an opportunity,
but we're open to others as well.
I like you.
I'm gonna propose you a proposition.

You cover my bill for now,
get your dinner wrapped picnic-style

and we'll retire
to more private environs,

where I'll reveal how to make
vast amounts of money

in the service of God Almighty.