The Blues Brothers (1980) Poster

John Belushi: Joliet Jake

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  • Elwood : It's 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark... and we're wearing sunglasses.

    Jake : Hit it.

  • Mrs. Murphy : May I help you boys?

    Elwood : You got any white bread?

    Mrs. Murphy : Yes.

    Elwood : I'll have some toasted white bread please.

    Mrs. Murphy : You want butter or jam on that toast, honey?

    Elwood : No ma'am, dry.

    [Mrs. Murphy gives him a look, then turns to Jake] 

    Jake : Got any fried chicken?

    Mrs. Murphy : Best damn chicken in the state.

    Jake : Bring me four fried chickens and a Coke.

    Mrs. Murphy : You want chicken wings or chicken legs?

    Jake : Four fried chickens and a Coke.

    Elwood : And some dry white toast please.

    Mrs. Murphy : Y'all want anything to drink with that?

    Elwood : No ma'am.

    Jake : A Coke.

    Mrs. Murphy : Be up in a minute

  • Elwood : Illinois Nazis.

    Jake : I hate Illinois Nazis.

  • 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 we used to have. The Bluesmobile!

    Elwood : I traded it.

    Jake : You traded the Bluesmobile for this?

    Elwood : No, for a microphone.

    Jake : A microphone?

    [pause] 

    Jake : Okay I can see that. What the hell is this?

    Elwood : This was a bargain. I picked it up at the Mount Prospect city police auction last spring. It's an old Mount Prospect police car. They were practically giving 'em away.

    Jake : Well thank you, pal. The day I get outta prison, my own brother picks me up in a *police* car!

  • [while standing at the entrance to the Triple Rock church watching the service with much dancing and Hallelujah choruses, a heavenly light shines down on Jake and he has an epiphany] 

    Jake : The band? The band.

    Reverend Cleophus James : DO YOU SEE THE LIGHT?

    Jake : THE BAND!

    Reverend Cleophus James : DO YOU SEE THE LIGHT?

    Elwood : What light?

    Reverend Cleophus James : HAVE YOU SEEEEN THE LIGHT?

    Jake : YES! YES! JESUS H. TAP-DANCING CHRIST... I HAVE SEEN THE LIGHT!

  • Jake : How often does the train go by?

    Elwood : So often that you won't even notice it.

  • Jake : We're putting the band back together.

    Mr. Fabulous : Forget it. No way.

    Elwood : We're on a mission from God.

  • [after a burst of gunfire from the Mystery Woman, Jake climbs to his feet, covered in mud from the tunnel floor] 

    Jake : It's good 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 three hundred friends and relatives in attendance. My uncle hired the best Romanian caterers in the state. To obtain the seven limousines for the wedding party, my father used up his last favor with Mad Pete Trullo. So for me, for my mother, my grandmother, my father, my uncle, and for the common good, I must now kill you, and your brother.

    [Jake falls to his knees] 

    Jake : Oh, please, don't kill us! Please, please don't kill us! You know I love you baby. I wouldn't leave ya. It wasn't my fault!

    Mystery Woman : You miserable slug! You think you can talk your way out of this? You 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 back from the cleaners. An old friend came in from out of town. Someone stole my car. There was an earthquake. A terrible flood. Locusts! IT WASN'T MY FAULT, I SWEAR TO GOD!

    [Elwood covers his head in anticipation of more gunfire, Jake removes his sunglasses to make a wordless appeal, and the Mystery Woman visibly softens] 

    Mystery Woman : Oh, Jake... Jake, honey...

    [Jake embraces the Mystery Woman and they kiss] 

    Jake : [to Elwood]  Let's go.

    [He drops the Mystery Woman and walks off] 

    Elwood : [to the Mystery Woman as he steps past her]  Take it easy.

  • [Elwood Blues Jake Blues has a fight over the police car Elwood Blues got after he traded away the original bluesmobile for a microphone] 

    Elwood : You don't like it?

    Jake : No I don't like it...

    [Elwood Blues floors the pedal and jumps over an open drawbridge] 

    Jake : Car'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's a model made before catalytic converters so it'll run good on regular gas. What do you say, is it the new Bluesmobile or what?

    [a brief thinking pause while Jake attempts to light a cigarette] 

    Jake : Fix the cigarette lighter.

  • [to man in restaurant] 

    Jake : [fakes accent]  How much for the little girl? How much for the women?

    Father : What?

    Jake : Your women. I want to buy your women. The little girl, your daughters... sell them to me. Sell me your children!

  • Murph : Tell me a little about this electric piano, Ray.

    Ray : Ah, you have a good eye, my man. That's the best in the city Chicago.

    Jake : How much?

    Ray : 2000 bucks and it's yours. You can take it home with you. As a matter of fact, I'll throw in the black keys for free.

  • Jake : We'll put the band back together, do a few gigs, we get some bread. Bang! Five thousand 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 keep 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 you, huh?

    Jake : They're not the kinda guys who write letters. You were outside, I was inside. You were supposed to keep in touch with the band. I kept asking you if we were gonna play again.

    Elwood : Well, what was I gonna do? Take away your only hope? Take away the very thing that kept you going in there? I took the liberty of bullshitting you, okay?

    Jake : You lied to me.

    Elwood : It wasn't a lie, it was just bullshit.

  • Jake : [to Sister Mary Stigmata]  Five grand? No problem, we'll have it for you in the morning. Let's go, Elwood.

    Sister Mary Stigmata : No, no! I will not take your filthy stolen money!

    Jake : Well then... I guess you'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 you... You 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. Take it easy man.

    [Sister Mary Stigmata hits Elwood Blues] 

    Jake : Oh shit!

    [Sister Mary Stigmata hits Jake Blues] 

    Elwood : Jesus Christ!

    [Sister Mary Stigmata hits Elwood Blues] 

    Jake : Shit!

  • Jake : First you traded the Cadillac in for a microphone. Then you lied to me about the band. And now you're gonna put me right back in the joint!

    Elwood : They're not gonna catch us. We're on a mission from God.

  • Jake : Uh, Bob, about the money for tonight.

    Bob : Oh, yeah, $200, and you boys drank $300 worth of beer.

  • Jake : How are you gonna get the band back together, Mr. Hot Rodder? Those cops have your name, your address...

    Elwood : They don't have my address. I falsified my renewal. I put down 1060 West Addison.

    Jake : 1060 West Addison? That's Wrigley Field.

  • [Elwood Blues has just passed on a red light, and a police car rolls up behind them. The words are said in the same rhythm as a blues song ("Soothe Me") on the car stereo] 

    Elwood : Shit.

    Jake : What?

    Elwood : Rollers...

    Jake : No.

    Elwood : Yeah.

    Jake : Shit.

  • Mrs. Murphy : Don't you "Don't get riled, sugar" me! You ain't goin' back on the road no more, and you ain't playin' them ol' two-bit sleazy dives. You're livin' with me now, and you not gonna go slidin' around witcho ol' white hoodlum friends.

    Matt Murphy : But babes, this is Jake and Elwood, the Blues Brothers.

    Mrs. Murphy : The Blues Brothers? Shit! They still owe you money, fool.

    Jake : Ma'am, would it make you feel any better if you knew that what we're asking Matt here to do is a holy thing?

    Elwood : You see, we're on a mission from God.

    Mrs. Murphy : Don't you blaspheme in here! Don't you blaspheme in here! This is my man, this is my restaurant, and you two are just gonna walk right out that door without your dry white toast, without your four fried chickens, and without Matt 'Guitar' Murphy!

  • Jake : [about the electric piano]  $2,000 for this chunk of shit? C'mon, Ray.

    Murph : [tests the piano]  I mean really, Ray, it's used. There's no action left in this keyboard.

    Ray : [smiles, comes out to the piano]  E-excuse me, uh, I don't think there's anything wrong with the action on this piano.

    [launches into "Shake Your Tail Feather"] 

  • Jake : Book us for tomorrow night.

    Maury Sline : Hold it, hold it. Tomorrow night? What are you talking about? A gig like that, you gotta prepare the proper exploitation.

    Elwood : I know all about that stuff. I have been exploited all my life.

  • Elwood : This is definitely Lower Wacker Drive! If my estimations are correct, we should be very close to the Honorable Richard J. Daley Plaza!

    Jake : That's where they got that Picasso.

    Elwood : Yep.

  • Jake : Maury, you gotta come through for us. We need $5,000 fast.

    Maury Sline : $5,000? Who do you think you are, The Beatles?

  • [Trying to get Mr. Fabulous back into the band] 

    Jake : If you say no, Elwood and I will come here for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day of the week.

    [Elwood takes a huge, obnoxious bite out of his bread] 

    Mr. Fabulous : Okay, okay. I'll play. You got me.

  • [Arriving at the Orphanage] 

    Jake : What are we doing here?

    Elwood : You promised you'd visit the penguin the day you got out.

    Jake : Yeah? So I lied to her.

    Elwood : You can't lie to a nun. We got to go in and visit the penguin.

    Jake : No... fucking... way.

  • [last lines] 

    Cook County Assessor's Office Clerk : Can I help you?

    [the brothers back him up and lift him onto the counter] 

    Jake : This is where they pay the taxes, right?

    Cook County Assessor's Office Clerk : Right.

    Elwood : This money is for the year's assessment of Saint Helen of the Blessed Shroud Orphanage in Calumet City, Illinois.

    Jake : 5,000 bucks, it's all there pal...

  • Jake : [falls down after getting smacked by Sister Mary Stigmata]  Fuck this noise, man!

  • Curtis : Well, the Sister was right. You boys could use a little churching up. Slide on down to the Triple Rock, and catch Rev. Cleophus. You 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 get wise. You get to church.

  • [while they are driving around in the shopping mall with 2 police cars on their tail] 

    Elwood : Baby clothes...

    Jake : This place has got everything.

  • Jake : Look at you, in those candy-ass monkey suits. And I thought I had it bad in Joliet.

    Willie 'Too Big' Hall : At least we got a change of clothes, sucker. You're wearing the same shit you had on three years ago.

  • [the Good 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 you gentlemen are carrying your permits.

    Tucker McElroy : Our what?

    Jake : Your union cards. May I see your cards please?

    Tucker McElroy : Well, suppose we ain't got no union cards and go in there and start playin' anyway? Whatcha gonna do about that? You gonna stop us, Stein? Ha. You're gonna look pretty funny tryin' to eat corn on the cob with no fuckin' teeth!

  • [the brothers race around the mall parking lot] 

    Elwood : We'll be all right if we can just get back on the expressway.

    Jake : This don't look like no expressway to me!

    Elwood : Don't yell at me.

    Jake : Well whadda you want me to do, Motorhead?

    Elwood : Try not to be so negative all the time. Why don't you offer a little... constructive criticism?

    Jake : You got us into to this parking lot, pal. Now you get us out!

    Elwood : You want outta this parking lot?... O.K.

  • Jake : Disco pants and haircuts...

    Elwood : Yeah, lots of space in this mall.

  • Elwood : [the Mystery Woman sprays the tunnel with gunfire as Jake and Elwood dive for the ground]  Who *is* that girl?

    Mystery Woman : Well Jake, you look just fine down there, slithering in the mud like vermin.

    Jake : [makes a reassuring gesture to Elwood]  No problem.

  • Elwood : Oh no.

    Jake : What the fuck was that?

    Elwood : The motor. We've thrown a rod.

    Jake : Is that serious?

    Elwood : Yup.

  • Elwood : I bet these cops got SCMODS.

    Jake : SCMODS?

    Elwood : State County Municipal Offender Data System.

  • Jake : Take $1400 and give it to Ray's Music Exchange in Calumet City. Give the rest to the band.

  • Jake : That Night Train's a mean wine.

  • Willie 'Too Big' Hall : You'll never get Matt and Mr. Fabulous out of them high-payin' gigs.

    Jake : Oh yeah? Well me and the Lord, we have an understanding.

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