Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?/Quotes
Herb: While you're here, I want you to make yourselves right at home. Anytime you're hungry, anytime day or night, Cook will make you anything you want. Homer: Even pork chops? Herb: Absolutely. We have a tennis court, a swimming pool, a screening room-- Homer: You mean, if I want pork chops, even in the middle of the night, your guy will fry 'em up? Herb: Sure. That's what he's paid for. Now, if you need towels, laundry-- Homer: Wait! Herb: Maids-- Homer: Wait, wait, wait, wait! Let me see if I've got this straight. It's Christmas day, 4:00 a.m., there's a rumble in my stomach-- Marge: Homer, please! Herb: Your old man sure loves pork chops! Bart: He sure does, Uncle Herb.
Marge: Any luck, Homie?
Homer: No, I called all three Herbert Powells in Detroit. Nothing.
Marge: Hmm...well, you wanna try that H. Powell?
Homer: H.! Of course! That could stand for Herbert! It's a long shot but...
Director of Shelbyville Orphanage: I know how you feel, Mr. Simpson. I myself have spent years searching for my long-lost twin brother.
Homer: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, I wish I could help you, but we're looking for my brother today. Can you tell me his name?
Director: Hmm. According to our records, a Mr. and Mrs. Powell adopted your brother and named him Herbert.
Homer: Herbert! Herbert Powell! Great, where can I find him?
Director: I'm sorry...I'm not allowed to release that information.
Homer: Oh, please, please! This is my life we're talking about here! Please!
Director: Well, I--I do sympathize with your situation, Mr. Simpson. After all your brother could be anywhere. Even Detroit.
Homer: I know he could be anywhere, that's why I want you to narrow it down for me! Please!
Director: You know, Mr. Simpson, if you ask me, the city of brotherly love isn't Philadelphia. It's...Detroit.
Homer: Well, if you ask me, changing the subject makes you the most worthless, heartless excuse for a human being I ever--
Director: Read between the lines, you fool!
Homer: Oh! Oh, I get it! Okay. Here's twenty bucks. Now will you tell me where my brother lives?
Director: Mr. Simpson, I don't want your--
Homer: Just take it and tell me!
Director: Detroit. He lives in Detroit.
Homer: Fine! Thank you!
