Tommy Johnson Quotes in O Brother, Where Art Thou? (2000)

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.

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

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

Tommy Johnson: Oh, no. No, sir. He's white, as white as you folks, with empty eyes and a big hollow voice. He likes to travel around with a mean old hound. That's right.

Ulysses Everett McGill: Tommy, what you ridin' there?

Tommy Johnson: Uh... Roll top desk!

Tommy Johnson: What else are you gonna do on a Saturday? Sit in your fuckin' armchair wankin' off to Pop Idols? Then try and avoid your wife's gaze as you struggle to come to terms with your sexless marriage? Then go and spunk your wages on kebabs, fruit machines and brasses? Fuck that for a laugh! I know what I'd rather do. Tottenham away, love it!

Tommy Johnson: Are you gonna sit in some poxy office with a cunt for a boss telling you what to do as you count your pennies trying to make ends meet in a country that's sinking into strikes and wars and at the end of the day you go home to your cosy little flat in 'nowheresville' and pull your IKEA curtains shut to hide from the big bad world and pretend it's not happening? Or are you gonna stand up and be counted, make a difference and feel the rush? Just for once say "fuck it". I'm coiled up like a spring and I'm ready to burst and wanking ain't doing it anymore. I need violence to make me feel I'm still alive. I know what I'd rather do, mate. Tottenham away. Love it!

Tommy Johnson: Jesus! I was expecting a bowl of cornflakes and a quick wank...

Tommy Johnson: There's nothing different about me. I'm just another bored male, approaching 30, in a dead-end job, who lives for the weekend. Casual sex, watered-down lager, heavily cut drugs. And occasionally kicking fuck out of someone.

Tommy Johnson: Kicked half to death, florists, cabbies, nightmares and visions; one of the old soldiers gone forever; Bright gone for a seven; and bollocks so ruptured that the only thing I'll be pulling for months is a chain.

Tommy Johnson: After all that you really do have to ask yourself if it was all worth it... course it fucking was!

Tommy Johnson: Problem was, he'd taken so many beatings on the terraces that he weren't scared of anyone. And the correct medical term for that is a "total fuckin' psycho".

Tamara: So... What do you do, then, Thomas?

Tommy Johnson: [Thomas? I kick people's fuckin' heads in for a laugh. And you should know, div. You read the charges out] Me? I work long and hard.

Tommy Johnson: I'm gonna smash the fuckin' granny out of that.

Raff: The geezer is a complete nutter who will never talk to us again, and everyone else thinks we're thieving little cunts.

Tommy Johnson: You are thieving little cunts.

Tommy Johnson: My granddad, old Bill Farrell, drove us to drink with his stories about the war and how he fought to put the "Great" into Britain. He said fighting at football was nothing compared to fighting with the Germans... Although, he was right. We're an island race. It's what we do best. It's not about color or race, it's just the buzz of being in the frontline. Truth is, I just love to fight.

Tommy Johnson: The next best thing to violence is sex. And seeing as there's nearly 500,000 single women in London, I must be in with half a chance. Especially as I'd fuck anything that's breathing.

Tommy Johnson: Getting beaten up by football hooligans is like having V.D. The fucking pain goes on forever. But that's what makes it so exciting.

Bill Farrell: Don't you ever get the itch?

Tommy Johnson: Yeah. I can see myself on a sun lounger in my back garden, couple of kids running about. Sipping my Pimm's quietly.

Bill Farrell: Kids, eh?

Tommy Johnson: Yeah, why not?

Bill Farrell: Well, what's their names?

Tommy Johnson: Dorian, after me mate.

Bill Farrell: Dorian? Both of them?

Tommy Johnson: Yeah, probably.

Bill Farrell: Well, what if they're girls?

Tommy Johnson: Dorian.