The Blues Brothers

We're on a mission from God.

The Blues Brothers is a 1980 comedy film starring John Belushi and Dan Aykroyd featuring The Blues Brothers Band. Jake and Elwood Blues, two blues singers and petty criminals, must stage a concert to save the orphanage in which they grew up.

Directed by John Landis. Written by Dan Aykroyd and John Landis.

They'll never get caught. They're on a mission from God. #taglines

'Joliet' Jake Blues

I hate Illinois Nazis.

Curtis, I don't want to listen to no jive-ass preacher talking to me about Heaven and Hell.

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Others

Claire: [When asked what music is played at Bob's Country Bunker] Oh we got both kinds. We got Country and Western.

Police Dispatcher: Use of unnecessary violence in apprehension of the Blues Brothers . . . has been approved.

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Dialogue

[Jake and Elwood are driving in the new Bluesmobile, a former police car]

Jake: What's this?

Elwood: What?

Jake: This car. This stupid car. Where's the Cadillac? [tries to use the car's lighter, but it does not work; he throws it out the window] 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? Okay, I can see that. But 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 them away.

Jake: Well thank you, pal. The day I get out of prison, my own brother comes to pick me up in a police car.

Elwood You don't like it?

Jake: No, I don't like it.

[Elwood jumps the car over the bridge]

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?

[Jake lights his cigarette using his lighter]

Jake: Fix the cigarette lighter.

Jake: First you trade the Cadillac for a microphone, then you lie 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!

Elwood: Man, I haven't been pulled over in six months. I bet those cops have got "SCMODS".

Jake: "SCMODS?"

Elwood: "State/County Municipal Offender Data System."

Mrs. Tarantino: Are you the police?

Elwood: No, ma'am. We're musicians.

[Jake and Elwood go to see the Penguin. She needs money, but refuses to accept theirs.]

Jake: Guess you're really up shit creek then.

[The Penguin smacks Jake with her ruler.]

Penguin: I beg your pardon?

Jake: I offered you help.

Penguin: Mmmmm...

Jake: You refused to take our money.

Penguin: Mmmhmmm...

Jake: And then I said, "Guess you're really up shit creek"!

[The Penguin promptly smacks him again.]

[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: [Confused] What light?

Reverend Cleophus James: HAVE YOU SEEEEN THE LIGHT?

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

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.

Mrs. Murphy: We got two honkies out there dressed like Hasidic diamond merchants.

Matt "Guitar" Murphy: Say what?

Mrs. Murphy: They look like they're from the CIA, or somethin'.

Matt "Guitar" Murphy: What they want to eat?

Mrs. Murphy: The tall one wants white toast, dry, with nothin' on it.

Matt "Guitar" Murphy: Elwood.

Mrs. Murphy: And the short one wants four whole fried chickens and a Coke.

Matt "Guitar" Murphy: And Jake. Shit, the Blues Brothers!

[Mystery Woman starts shooting at Elwood and Jake]

Elwood: Who is that girl?

Jake: [gets up] 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 walks forward a few steps and 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: It's a hundred and six miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses.

Jake: Hit it.

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