Elwood Blues: We’re on a mission from God.
Elwood Blues: What kind of music do you usually have here?
Claire: Oh, we got both kinds. We got country and western.
Elwood Blues: It’s 106 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 Blues: Hit it!
Elwood (to the mean nun): You fat penguin!
Elwood: I…I see the light! I see the light! The band!
Jake: The band?
Elwood: The band!
Both: The band!
Jake Blues: I ran out of gas! I got a flat tire! I didn’t have change for cab fare! I lost my tux at the cleaners! I locked my keys in the car! 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 Blues: Illinois Nazis.
Jake Blues: I hate Illinois Nazis.
Mrs. Tarantino: Are you the police?
Elwood Blues: No, ma’am. We’re musicians.