Répliques

“Je me dois de fustiger ton pessimisme qui frôle le défaitisme.”

Pete : Pourquoi ça serait toi le chef de bande ?

Ulysses : Parce qu'il me semble que cette fonction requiert une certaine aptitude à l'abstraction Pete, Mais si aucun consensus ne se dégage sur ce point, votons.

Pete : Absolument ! Et j'vote pour moi figure toi !

Ulysses : Moi aussi je vote pour moi !

[ils regardent tous les deux Delmar]

Delmar : Bon, j'suis avec vous les gars.

N'oublie jamais Delmar, que la femme est le plus diabolique instrument de torture jamais inventé pour nous mettre au désespoir.

- En fait on t'a pas abandonné Pete, on a cru que t'étais une grenouille !

- Ah non on m'a pas transformé en grenouille.

- C'est ça, on s'est trompé.

Delmar O'Donnell: Can't you see it, Everett? Them sirens did this to Pete. They loved him up and turned him into a... horny toad. Pete! Pete! Pete! Pete! Pete! Pete. It's me - Delmar. Everett...

Ulysses Everett McGill: Delmar. What the...

Delmar O'Donnell: What are we gonna do?

Ulysses Everett McGill: I'm not sure that's Pete.

Delmar O'Donnell: Of course it's Pete. Look at him.

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

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

Pete: You miserable little snake! You stole from my kin!

Ulysses Everett McGill: Who was fixin' to betray us.

Pete: You didn't know that at the time.

Ulysses Everett McGill: So I borrowed it until I did know.

Pete: That don't make no sense!

Ulysses Everett McGill: Pete, it's a fool that looks for logic in the chambers of the human heart.

Ulysses Everett McGill: What'd the devil give you for your soul, Tommy?

Tommy Johnson: Well, he taught me to play this here guitar real good.

Delmar O'Donnell: Oh son, for that you sold your everlasting soul?

Tommy Johnson: Well, I wasn't usin' it.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Say, any of you 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'?