Gonna Be Friends Again Gonna Play Bridge Together
Elwood: It'due south 106 miles to Chicago, we got a total tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, information technology's nighttime... and we're wearing sunglasses.
Jake: Hitting information technology.
[repeated line]
Elwood: We're on a mission from God.
Police Dispatcher: Use of unnecessary violence in the anticipation of the Blues Brothers HAS been approved.
Elwood: What kind of music practise you ordinarily have hither?
Claire: Oh, we got both kinds. We got country *and* western.
Mrs. Murphy: May I assistance you lot boys?
Elwood: Yous got any white bread?
Mrs. Murphy: Aye.
Elwood: I'll accept some toasted white bread please.
Mrs. Murphy: Y'all desire butter or jam on that toast, honey?
Elwood: No ma'am, dry out.
[Mrs. Murphy gives him a look, then turns to Jake]
Jake: Got any fried chicken?
Mrs. White potato: Best damn chicken in the country.
Jake: Bring me 4 fried chickens and a Coke.
Mrs. White potato: You want chicken wings or chicken legs?
Jake: Four fried chickens and a Coke.
Elwood: And some dry white toast please.
Mrs. Irish potato: You lot want anything to beverage with that?
Elwood: No ma'am.
Jake: A Coke.
Mrs. Murphy: Be up in a minute
Elwood: Illinois Nazis.
Jake: I detest Illinois Nazis.
Jake: How often does the train go by?
Elwood: So oft that you won't fifty-fifty notice it.
Jake: What's this?
Elwood: What?
Jake: This car. This stupid car! Where's the Cadillac?
[Elwood doesn't answer]
Jake: The Caddy! Where's the Caddy?
Elwood: The what?
Jake: The Cadillac nosotros used to accept. The Bluesmobile!
Elwood: I traded it.
Jake: Yous traded the Bluesmobile for this?
Elwood: No, for a microphone.
Jake: A microphone?
[break]
Jake: Okay I tin can see that. What the hell is this?
Elwood: This was a bargain. I picked it up at the Mount Prospect city police force auction last spring. It'south an former Mount Prospect police car. They were practically giving 'em abroad.
Jake: Well thank y'all, pal. The mean solar day I go outta prison, my own brother picks me upwards in a *law* car!
Elwood: We're and then glad to see so many of yous lovely people here tonight. And we would particularly similar to welcome all the representatives of Illinois's law enforcement community that have chosen to join us here in the Palace Hotel Ballroom at this fourth dimension. We certainly hope yous all enjoy the bear witness. And remember, people, that no affair who you are and what you exercise to live, thrive and survive, in that location're still some things that makes us still. You. Me. Them. Everybody. Everybody.
Jake: Nosotros're putting the band back together.
Mr. Fabulous: Forget information technology. No way.
Elwood: We're on a mission from God.
[while standing at the entrance to the Triple Stone church watching the service with much dancing and Hallelujah choruses, a heavenly calorie-free shines down on Jake and he has an epiphany]
Jake: The band? The ring.
Reverend Cleophus James: DO Y'all Run into THE LIGHT?
Jake: THE BAND!
Reverend Cleophus James: DO YOU SEE THE LIGHT?
Elwood: What light?
Reverend Cleophus James: Accept You SEEEEN THE Calorie-free?
Jake: Yep! Yes! JESUS H. TAP-DANCING CHRIST... I Accept SEEN THE LIGHT!
[Elwood Dejection Jake Blues has a fight over the constabulary car Elwood Dejection got later he traded away the original bluesmobile for a microphone]
Elwood: You lot don't like it?
Jake: No I don't like it...
[Elwood Blues floors the pedal and jumps over an open drawbridge]
Jake: Motorcar's got a lot of pickup.
Elwood: It's got a cop motor, a 440 cubic inch plant, it's got cop tires, cop suspensions, cop shocks. It'south a model made before catalytic converters so it'll run proficient on regular gas. What do yous say, is it the new Bluesmobile or what?
[a brief thinking pause while Jake attempts to calorie-free a cigarette]
Jake: Fix the cigarette lighter.
Jake: [to Sister Mary Stigmata] Five grand? No trouble, nosotros'll have it for you in the morning. Let's go, Elwood.
Sis Mary Stigmata: No, no! I volition not have your filthy stolen money!
Jake: Well then... I estimate you lot're really up Shit Creek.
[Sister Mary Stigmata hits Jake Blues with a ruler for using that kind of language]
Sister Mary Stigmata: I beg your pardon, what did you say?
Jake: I offered to help yous... Yous refused to take our money. Then I said: I guess you're really up Shit Creek!
[Sister Mary Stigmata hits Jake Blues with the ruler again]
Elwood: Christ, Jake. Have it easy man.
[Sister Mary Stigmata hits Elwood Blues]
Jake: Oh shit!
[Sister Mary Stigmata hits Jake Blues]
Elwood: Jesus Christ!
[Sis Mary Stigmata hits Elwood Blues]
Jake: Shit!
[to man in restaurant]
Jake: [fakes accent] How much for the little girl? How much for the women?
Begetter: What?
Jake: Your women. I want to purchase your women. The piffling girl, your daughters... sell them to me. Sell me your children!
[after a flare-up of gunfire from the Mystery Woman, Jake climbs to his feet, covered in mud from the tunnel flooring]
Jake: It's skillful to see you, sweetheart.
Mystery Woman: You contemptible pig! I remained celibate for you. I stood at the back of a cathedral, waiting, in celibacy, for you, with iii hundred friends and relatives in omnipresence. My uncle hired the best Romanian caterers in the state. To obtain the seven limousines for the wedding ceremony political party, my father used upwards his concluding favor with Mad Pete Trullo. So for me, for my female parent, my grandmother, my male parent, my uncle, and for the common good, I must now kill y'all, and your brother.
[Jake falls to his knees]
Jake: Oh, please, don't impale u.s.! Please, please don't kill united states of america! You know I love you baby. I wouldn't get out ya. It wasn't my mistake!
Mystery Woman: You lot miserable slug! You recollect you can talk your way out of this? Yous betrayed me.
Jake: No, I didn't. Honest... I ran out of gas. I... I had a flat tire. I didn't have enough money for cab fare. My tux didn't come up dorsum from the cleaners. An old friend came in from out of town. Someone stole my automobile. At that place was an earthquake. A terrible inundation. Locusts! Information technology WASN'T MY Mistake, I SWEAR TO GOD!
[Elwood covers his caput in anticipation of more than gunfire, Jake removes his sunglasses to make a wordless appeal, and the Mystery Woman visibly softens]
Mystery Woman: Oh, Jake... Jake, beloved...
[Jake embraces the Mystery Woman and they buss]
Jake: [to Elwood] Allow's go.
[He drops the Mystery Woman and walks off]
Elwood: [to the Mystery Woman equally he steps past her] Take information technology easy.
Murph: Tell me a fiddling about this electric piano, Ray.
Ray: Ah, you lot have a skilful eye, my man. That'south the best in the city Chicago.
Jake: How much?
Ray: 2000 bucks and it's yours. You can take it home with you. Every bit a matter of fact, I'll throw in the blackness keys for free.
[Sis Mary Stigmata hits Elwood with her stick]
Elwood: Ow, y'all fat penguin!
Jake: How are yous gonna get the band back together, Mr. Hot Rodder? Those cops have your name, your address...
Elwood: They don't accept my address. I falsified my renewal. I put downward 1060 Westward Addison.
Jake: 1060 West Addison? That'south Wrigley Field.
Jake: Nosotros'll put the band back together, do a few gigs, nosotros get some bread. Bang! V grand bucks.
Elwood: Yeah, well, getting the band back together might not that be that easy, Jake.
Jake: What are you talking about?
Elwood: They split, they all took straight jobs.
Jake: Yeah, so you know where they are. You said you were gonna go on in touch with them.
Elwood: Well... I got a couple of leads, a few phone numbers, but I mean, how many of them visited or even wrote yous, huh?
Jake: They're not the kinda guys who write messages. You were outside, I was within. Yous were supposed to keep in touch with the band. I kept asking y'all if we were gonna play again.
Elwood: Well, what was I gonna do? Take away your only promise? Accept away the very thing that kept yous going in in that location? I took the liberty of bullshitting you, okay?
Jake: Yous lied to me.
Elwood: It wasn't a prevarication, it was just bullshit.
Jake: Start you traded the Cadillac in for a microphone. Then you lied to me almost the ring. And now you're gonna put me right back in the joint!
Elwood: They're not gonna grab the states. We're on a mission from God.
Elwood: This is mucilage. Strong stuff.
Willie 'Too Large' Hall: So, Jake, yous're out, you're costless, you're rehabilitated. What's next? What's happenin'? What you gonna do? You got the coin you lot owe usa, motherfucker?
Burton Mercer: Who wants an orange whip? Orange whip? Orange whip? Three orange whips.
[Elwood Blues has merely passed on a red light, and a police motorcar rolls upward backside them. The words are said in the aforementioned rhythm as a dejection vocal ("Soothe Me") on the car stereo]
Elwood: Shit.
Jake: What?
Elwood: Rollers...
Jake: No.
Elwood: Yes.
Jake: Shit.
Matt Murphy: Ah. Don't become riled, carbohydrate.
Mrs. Murphy: Don't you "Don't get riled, saccharide" me! Yous ain't goin' back on the road no more, and yous ain't playin' them ol' two-chip sleazy dives. Yous're livin' with me now, and y'all not gonna become slidin' around witcho ol' white hoodlum friends.
Matt Tater: But babes, this is Jake and Elwood, the Blues Brothers.
Mrs. Murphy: The Blues Brothers? Shit! They still owe you coin, fool.
Jake: Ma'am, would it make you experience any amend if y'all knew that what we're asking Matt here to practise is a holy matter?
Elwood: You see, we're on a mission from God.
Mrs. Irish potato: Don't you blaspheme in here! Don't you lot blaspheme in hither! This is my human, this is my restaurant, and you two are just gonna walk right out that door without your dry white toast, without your iv fried chickens, and without Matt "Guitar" Tater!
Gruppenfuehrer: [to Head Nazi, as they collapse off the bridge] I've always loved you.
Elwood: Our Lady of Blessed Acceleration, don't fail me now.
Elwood: [Police have surrounded the Blues Brothers concert] ... And we would especially similar to welcome all the representatives of Illinois's law enforcement community that have chosen to join us here in the Palace Hotel Ballroom at this fourth dimension...
Jake: Uh, Bob, most the coin for tonight.
Bob: Oh, yeah, $200, and y'all boys drank $300 worth of beer.
[Jake Blues is released on parole and gets dorsum all the things he wore when he was arrested]
Corrections Officer: One Timex digital watch, broken. I unused prophylactic.
[looks disgusted, picks something upward with his pen]
Corrections Officer: One soiled. One black suit jacket, one pair black suit pants. 1 hat
[punches it back out to full]
Corrections Officer: blackness. One pair of sunglasses. $23.07. Sign here.
[Carrie flame throws a propane tank next to a phone berth they are in - information technology blows sky high and crashes downwardly to earth - the phone breaking in half]
Elwood: Hey, Jake. Gotta be at to the lowest degree seven dollars worth of change here.
Jake: [near the electric pianoforte] $ii,000 for this chunk of shit? C'monday, Ray.
Murph: [tests the pianoforte] I mean really, Ray, it's used. At that place'southward no activity left in this keyboard.
Ray: [smiles, comes out to the piano] E-alibi me, uh, I don't think there'due south annihilation incorrect with the activity on this pianoforte.
[launches into "Shake Your Tail Feather"]
[while they are driving around in the shopping mall with ii constabulary cars on their tail]
Elwood: Baby clothes...
Jake: This place has got everything.
Jake: Book u.s.a. for tomorrow night.
Maury Sline: Concord it, concord it. Tomorrow night? What are you talking most? A gig like that, you gotta set up the proper exploitation.
Elwood: I know all about that stuff. I have been exploited all my life.
[the Expert Ole Boys arrive late]
Jake: My name is Jacob Stein. I'm from the American Federation of Music. I've been sent to see if yous gentlemen are carrying your permits.
Tucker McElroy: Our what?
Jake: Your marriage cards. May I see your cards please?
Tucker McElroy: Well, suppose we ain't got no spousal relationship cards and go in at that place and start playin' anyway? Whatcha gonna practise virtually that? You gonna stop us, Stein? Ha. Yous're gonna await pretty funny tryin' to eat corn on the cob with no fuckin' teeth!
Mr. Fabulous: No, sir, Mayor Daley no longer dines hither. He'southward dead, sir.
Elwood: The light was xanthous, sir.
Reverend Cleophus James: And now, people... And now, people... When I woke up this mornin', I heard a distubin' sound. I said When I woke up this mornin', I heard a disturbin' audio! What I heard was the jingle-jangle of a g lost souls! I'm talkin' 'bout the souls of mortal men and women, departed from this life. Await a minute! Those lost aroused souls roamin' unseen on the earth, seekin' to find life they'll non find, because it'south likewise late! Tooooo late, yeah! Too late for they'll never run across again the life they choose not to follow. Alright! Alright! Don't exist lost when your time comes! For the day of the Lord cometh as a thief in the night!
[singing]
Reverend Cleophus James: YEEEEEEEEEEEEAH! Can I get an AMEN?
[congregation shouts "AMEN!"]
Reverend Cleophus James: Tin I get an AMEN?
[congregation shouts "AMEN!" again]
Reverend Cleophus James: Well Well Well!
[breaks into "The Onetime Landmark"]
[the brothers race around the mall parking lot]
Elwood: We'll exist all correct if we can just get back on the expressway.
Jake: This don't wait similar no expressway to me!
Elwood: Don't yell at me.
Jake: Well whadda y'all desire me to practice, Motorhead?
Elwood: Try not to exist then negative all the fourth dimension. Why don't you offer a little... effective criticism?
Jake: You got us into to this parking lot, pal. Now you lot get the states out!
Elwood: Y'all want outta this parking lot?... O.K.
[Camille has fired a machine gun at Jake and Elwood]
Elwood: Who *is* that girl?
Tucker McElroy: [to Bob after they accidently drive into a lake] Don't you say a fucking word!
[Arriving at the Orphanage]
Jake: What are nosotros doing here?
Elwood: You promised you'd visit the penguin the twenty-four hours you lot got out.
Jake: Yeah? So I lied to her.
Elwood: You tin't lie to a nun. We got to go in and visit the penguin.
Jake: No... fucking... mode.
Curtis: Do you guys know 'Minnie the Moocher'?
Murph: I in one case knew a hooker named Minnie Mazola!
Jake: [falls down later on getting smacked by Sister Mary Stigmata] Fuck this noise, man!
Elwood: Hey you sleaze, my bed!
Sister Mary Stigmata: [after chasing Jake and Elwood out of her part with a ruler for using foul language] You are such a disappointing pair. I prayed and so hard for y'all. It saddens and hurts me that the two young men whom I raised to believe in the 10 Commandments have returned to me as 2 thieves, with filthy mouths and bad attitudes.
[pauses and points at them]
Sis Mary Stigmata: Get out, and don't come back until you've redeemed yourselves.
Elwood: Hey, Jake. Jake. I gotta pull over.
[he drives the Bluesmobile off the road, right through a guardrail]
Elwood: Y'all desire I should wash the dead bugs off the windshield?
[Trying to go Mr. Fabulous back into the band]
Jake: If yous say no, Elwood and I will come here for breakfast, tiffin, and dinner every 24-hour interval of the week.
[Elwood takes a huge, obnoxious bite out of his bread]
Mr. Fabled: Okay, okay. I'll play. You got me.
[as the Blues Brothers are trying to haggle the cost of a piano, a little male child is in the back trying to steal a guitar. Of a sudden, Ray whips out a gun and -- despite being blind -- nearly misses hitting the boy]
Ray: Now, go on! Get!
[the little boy scurries away]
Ray: [sadly] Breaks my center to see a male child that young goin' bad.
Maury Sline: What are y'all guys gonna practice? The same act? You lot wear the same verkakte suits?
Elwood: This is definitely Lower Wacker Drive! If my estimations are correct, we should exist very close to the Honorable Richard J. Daley Plaza!
Jake: That's where they got that Picasso.
Elwood: Yep.
Elwood: I bet these cops got SCMODS.
Jake: SCMODS?
Elwood: State Canton Municipal Offender Data System.
Jake: Maury, you gotta come through for u.s.a.. We need $v,000 fast.
Maury Sline: $v,000? Who exercise you think y'all are, The Beatles?
Elwood: Tonight only, the fabled Blues Brothers. Rhythm and Blues review. The Palace Hotel Ballroom. Road 16. Lake Wazzapamani. The fabulous Dejection Brothers testify band and review.
Father: [trying to get Mr. Fabulous attention] Sir? Sir... sir... SIR!... SIR!
Murph: [reacting to the lights at Bob'southward Land Bar beingness turned off] Hey, why'd they plough out the lights?
Willie 'Also Big' Hall: Maybe they blew a fuse.
'Blue Lou' Marini: I don't think so, human! Those lights are off on purpose.
Curtis: Well, the Sister was right. You boys could employ a little churching upwards. Slide on down to the Triple Rock, and catch Rev. Cleophus. Y'all boys listen to what he's got to say.
Jake: Curtis, I don't want to listen to no jive-ass preacher talking to me about Heaven and Hell.
Curtis: Jake, you go wise. You get to church.
Elwood: [after crashing the Bluesmobile in a car dealership] The new Oldsmobiles are in early on this year!
Elwood: You lot on the motorcycle... Yous two girls... tell your friends.
Ray: Pardon me, simply we have a strict policy apropos the treatment of the instruments. An employee of Ray'southward Music Commutation must be present. Now, may I help you?
Bob: That ain't no Hank Williams song!
Elwood'due south Boss: [deleted scene] Hello Elwood, sit downward. What's on your mind?
Elwood: I gotta quit.
Elwood'due south Boss: Why is that, Elwood?
Elwood: I'm... I'm going to become a priest.
Elwood'due south Boss: Well okay! Heed I'll telephone call payroll and have them go your severance pay ready.
[they rise and milk shake easily]
Elwood: God bless y'all, sir.
[after arriving at Wrigley Field, thinking it'south Elwood's firm]
Head Nazi: [to the Nazis] Anybody with that kind of record is gonna brand a mistake. I want all party members in the tri-state district to monitor the city, county and state police on their CBs. Mr. Blues is gonna fuck up, and when he does... he better pray the police get to him earlier we do.
Jake: Look at you, in those candy-ass monkey suits. And I thought I had it bad in Joliet.
Willie 'Too Large' Hall: At least nosotros got a change of apparel, sucker. Yous're wearing the aforementioned shit yous had on three years ago.
Elwood: [during "Everybody Needs Somebody to Love"] People, when you do find that special somebody, you gotta hold that man, hold that woman! Dear him, delight him, clasp her, please her! Signify your feelings with every gentle caress, because it'south and so important to take that special somebody to hold, to buss, to miss, to squeeze, and please!
Mrs. Tarantino: Mister Man! Mister Man! Mister Human. They left this menu.
Jake: Disco pants and haircuts...
Elwood: Yeah, lots of space in this mall.
Jake: Take $1400 and give it to Ray's Music Substitution in Calumet City. Give the rest to the ring.
Elwood: I gotta hit the sack.
[He sees that Jake has fallen asleep on his bed]
Elwood: Hey, you sleaze. My bed!
[Elwood pauses for a second, then retrieves the liquor bottle and sets it beside the hot plate. He spreads a coating over his brother]
Curtis: Boys, you lot got to learn non to talk to nuns that way.
[at the closing, as each graphic symbol is credited]
Reverend Cleophus James: The lamentable sack was sittin' on a block o' rock/Way over in the corner weepin' all alone/
Curtis: The warden said, "Hey, buddy, don't you be no square / if y'all can't observe a partner use a wooden chair!"
Ray: Permit's rock, everybody, let's rock/
Mrs. White potato: Everybody on the whole cell block / Was dancin' to the Jailhouse stone.
Elwood: [the Mystery Woman sprays the tunnel with gunfire as Jake and Elwood swoop for the basis] Who *is* that girl?
Mystery Woman: Well Jake, you look only fine down at that place, slithering in the mud like vermin.
Jake: [makes a reassuring gesture to Elwood] No trouble.
Mr. Fabulous: Yes? How are your salads?
Male parent: The salads are fine. It's just that we'd like to move to a new table... away from those two gentlemen.
[Mr. Fabulous glances briefly at Jake and Elwood stuffing their faces at the table beside the family unit]
Mr. Fabled: Why? Have they been agonizing yous?
Father: No, it's simply that... well frankly, they're offensive. Smelling. I hateful they physically smell... bad.
Elwood: Our blessed Lady of Acceleration, don't fail me now.
Jake: That Nighttime Train's a mean wine.
Head Nazi: White men! White women! The swastika is calling you. The sacred and ancient symbol of your race, since the get-go of time. The Jew is using The Black as muscle against you. And you lot are left there helpless. Well, what are you lot going to do about it, Whitey? Just sit down at that place? Of course not! You are going to join with us. The members of the American Socialist White Peoples' Party. An arrangement of decent, law abiding white folk. But like you!
[first lines]
Prison Guard #1: Yeah, the Assistant Warden wants this one out of the block early. Wants to get it over with fast.
Prison Guard #two: Okay, let'southward do information technology.
[rattling the confined with his billy]
Prison Guard #ane: Hey come on, information technology's time to wake up.
Prison Guard #2: Wake up. Let's go, it'due south time.
[striking the sleeping Jake with his billy]
Elwood: Don't worry, they won't take hold of u.s.a. -- we're on a mission from God.
Willie 'Too Big' Hall: You'll never go Matt and Mr. Fabulous out of them loftier-payin' gigs.
Jake: Oh yeah? Well me and the Lord, nosotros have an understanding.
Jake: [to Mystery Adult female] I ran outta gas. I had a flat tire. I didn't have enough money for cab fare. My tux didn't come back from the cleaners. An old friend came in from outta boondocks. Someone stole my car. There was an earthquake, a terrible flood, locust'due south. Information technology wasn't my fault! I swear to God!
Mystery Adult female: Ohh, Jake!
[He kisses her, she sets downwardly her gun and he lets her fall into the mud]
[final lines]
Entire Crew: Everybody in the whole cell block was dancing to the Jailhouse Stone!
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