The Blues Brothers Page #3
- I said no.
Absolutely not!
How much foryour wife?
We're putting the band back together.
We need you, man. We need your horn.
I really can't.
We got everybody except
Matt ''Guitar'' Murphy and Blue Lou.
- We're getting them next.
- No way.
Ifyou say no, Elwood and I
will come here for breakfast...
lunch and dinner
every day ofthe week.
Okay. I'll play.
You got me.
Sir?
White men!
White women!
ofyour race...
since the beginning oftime.
TheJew is using the black...
And you are left there, helpless.
-Fuckyou!
-What are you gonna do about it, whity?
-Just sit there?
- Go back where you came from!
Ofcourse not!
- Son ofa b*tch!
- You are going tojoin...
with us...
the members of...
the American Socialist
White People's Party:
an organization ofdecent...
law-abiding white folk...
just like you.
Go to hell, bastards!
Go to hell!
I pledge allegiance to Adolf Hitler...
the immortal leader ofour race.
To the order for which he stands.
One great cause.
Sacred and invincible.
Hey, what's going on?
Those bums won their court case
so they're marching today.
- What bums?
- The f***ing Nazi party.
Illinois Nazis.
I hate Illinois Nazis.
Heil Hitler!
Ten-hut!
- Gruppenfuehrer!
- Yes, sir!
Get that car's license plate number.
We're gonna kill
that son ofa b*tch.
Come on home, babe
Oh, come on home, woman
Oh, come on home, pretty baby
lloveyou
When she walk that walk
Andtalk that talk
And whisperin my ear
Tellme thatshe love me
llove that talk
That baby talk
When she talk like that
lcan't take it like that
Come on home to me, baby
Walkyour walk
Talkyourtalk
Talkyourtalk, baby
Thankyou, ladies and gentlemen.
That was ''Boom, Boom,''
a song that I wrote back in the '50s.
- No, you didn't.
- It was a hit.
- No, you didn't.
- Yes, I did.
I wrote ''Boom, Boom''!
I wrote ''Boom, Boom''!
- Can I help you, boys?
- You got any white bread?
Yes.
I'll have some
toasted white bread, please.
You want butter orjam
on that toast, honey?
No, ma'am. Dry.
- Got any fried chicken?
- Best damn chicken in the state.
Bring me four fried chickens
and a Coke.
You want chicken wings
or chicken legs?
Four fried chickens and a Coke.
And some dry white toast, please.
You all want anything to drink
with that?
- No, ma'am.
- A Coke.
Be up in a minute.
We got two honkies out there
dressed like Hasidic diamond merchants.
- Say what?
- They look like they're from the CIA.
- What they wanna eat?
- The tall one wants white-bread toast.
- Dry. With nothing on it.
- Elwood!
And the other one wants
four whole fried chickens and a Coke.
And Jake! Sh*t!
The Blues Brothers!
- Hi,Jake!
- Matt! How you doing?
- How wasJoliet?
- Oh, it's bad.
On Thursday night
they serve a wicked pepper steak.
Can't be as bad as the cabbage rolls
at the Terre Haute Federal Pen.
Or that oatmeal
at the Cook County slammer.
- They're all pretty bad.
- Matt--
Me and Elwood--
we're putting the band back together.
We need you and Blue Lou.
Don't talk that way around here.
My old lady--
- She'll kill me.
- Ma'am, you gotta understand.
This is a lot bigger than any domestic
problems you might be experiencing.
Matt, what the hell
is he talking about?
- Don't get riled, sugar.
- Don't you ''sugar'' me!
Now, you not going
back on the road no more.
And you ain't playing
any more two-bit, sleazy dives.
You're living with me now...
and you're not gonna go sliding around
with your white hoodlum friends.
But, babes! This isJake and Elwood!
The Blues Brothers!
The Blues Brothers! Sh*t!
They still owe you money, fool!
Ma'am.
Would it make you feel better
ifyou knew...
that what we're asking Matt to do
is a holy thing?
You see,
we're on a mission from God.
Don't you blaspheme in here!
Now, this is my man,
my restaurant...
and you two are gonna
walk right out that door...
without your dry, white toast...
without your four fried chickens...
and without Matt ''Guitar'' Murphy!
Now you listen to me!
I love you.
But I'm the man
and you're the woman.
And I'll make the decisions
concerning my life!
what you saying.
the consequences ofyour actions.
Shut up, woman!
You betterthink
Thinkabout whatyou're
trying to do to me
Yeah, think
Letyourmindgo
Letyourselfbe free
Let'sgo back
Let'sgo way on back when
ldidn 't even knowyou, you couldn 't
have been too much more than ten
lain 't nopsychiatrist
lain 't no doctor with degree
lt don't take too much high lQ
to see whatyou're doing to me
You betterthink
Thinkabout whatyou're trying
to do to me
Think
Letyourmindgo
Letyourselfbe free
Freedom
Hey, thinkabout it
You, thinkabout it
There ain 't nothingyou couldask
lcouldansweryou, but l won't
But l wasgonna change that, l'm not
ifyou keep doing things ldon't
Thinkabout whatyou're trying
to do to me
Damn it
Letyourmindgo
Letyourselfbe free
People walking aroundeveryday
playinggames andtaking scores
Tryin 'to makepeople lose theirmind
Now, be carefulyou don't loseyours
You needme
Andlneedyou
Without each other
there ain 't nothing eithercan do
- Yeah, thinkabout it, baby
To the bone
Thinkabout it right now
Oh, freedom
You, thinkabout it
There ain 't nothingyou couldask
lcan answeryou, but l won't
ifyou keep doing things ldon't
You needme
Andlneedyou
Without each other
there ain 't nothing eithercan do
- Thinkabout it, baby
- Whatyou're trying to do to me
To the bone, man
Thinkabout it, baby
- Yeah, right on
- To the bone
- Fordeepening
- To the bone, fordeeps
Deepening
Right now
Thinkabout it, yeah, yeah
To the bone
Fordeepening
Thinkabout it
To the bone
Don't give me the Blues Brothers
You hadbetter
Stop andthinkabout it
Think
Let's boogie.
Well, go ahead, damn it!
Sh*t!
Pardon me...
but we do have a strict policy
concerning handling the instruments:
An employee
of Ray's Music Exchange...
must be present.
Now, may I help you?
Ray, it's me.JolietJake.
I once rented some column speakers
from you...
for my band-- The Blues Brothers.
Hey, Ray. It's me. Murph,
Remember me?
- Oh, we sell a lot ofamplifiiers.
- Not like these. They were beautiful.
- Upholstered with thick, red shag.
- Right!
I remember now.
I'll buy them all back for 350 apiece.
Three fiifty?
I paid 800 each
not six months ago.
You know-- depreciation, man.
Ray, we're here to buy stuff.
We need pianos, amps, mikes--
the works.
Go on! Get!
Breaks my heart:
Tell me a little
about this electric piano.
You have a good eye, my man.
That's the best
in the city of Chicago.
- How much?
- Two thousand bucks and it's yours.
You can take it home with you.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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