Yes! Yes! Jesus H. tap-dancin' Christ, I have seen the light!
Tied for most-quoted character in The Blues Brothers (1980): in 28 of its 61 quotes
Most scenes with: Elwood Blues (16)
How much for the little girl? Your women - how much for the women? The little girl your 2 daughters, sell them to me, SELL ME YOUR CHILDREN!
More lines from 'Joliet' Jake Blues
10 quotesYou! How much for your wife? Ha ha ha ha ha!
I usually get inside the car so I can sign the check on the glove compartment lid.
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 town! Someone stole my car! There was an earthquake! A terrible flood! Locusts!! It wasn't my fault I swear to God!!!
This don't look like no expressway to me!
You got us into this parking lot pal! Now you get us out!
If you say "no", Elwood and I will come here for breakfast, lunch and dinner - every day of the week.
First, you trade the Bluesmobile in for a microphone. Then, you lie to me about the band. Now, you're about to get me put back in the joint on the very day I just got out!
...disco pants and haircuts...
This place has got everything!
Scenes with 'Joliet' Jake Blues
17 scenesWhat is this?
What's what?
This car. This stupid car. Where's the Cadillac? (Throws cigarette lighter out the window) The Caddy, where's the Caddy?
Elwood The what?
The Cadillac we used to have! The Bluesmobile!
Elwood Traded it.
You traded the Bluesmobile for this peice of shit?
No ... for a microphone.
A microphone? [Pause] Okay, I can see that. But what the hell is this?
I picked it up at the Mount Prospect police auction last spring. It's an old Mount Prospect police car. They were practically giving them away.
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 (Very long pause) No, I don't like it.
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.
Hit it.
Car's got a lot of pickup.
It's got a cop motor, a 440-cubic-inch plant. It's got cop tires, cop suspension, cop shocks. It's a model made before catalytic converters so it'll run good on regular gas. So what do you say, is it the new Bluesmobile or what?
Fix the cigarette lighter.
You boys could use some churchin' up. Slide on down to the Triple Rock and catch Rev. Cleophus.
Curtis, I don't need some jive-ass preacher talkin' to me about heaven and hell!
Jake...you get wise...you get to church!
Shit.
What?
Rollers. [police car]
No?
Yep.
Shit.
God-damn it!
Man, I haven't been pulled over in six months. I'll bet those police cops have got SCMODS.
SCMODS...?
State County Municipal Offender Data System.
First you trade the Cadilac for a microphone, then you lie to me about the band, and now you're gonna put me right back in the joint!
They're not gonna catch us. We're on a mission from God!
Well, it ain't much, but it's home.
How often does the train go by?
So often you won't even notice it.
How you gonna get the band back together, Mr Hot-Rodder? Mr Motor Head? The cops got your name, your address!
No, they don't got my address. I falsified my renewal. Put down 1060 West Addison.
1060 West Addison? (pause) That's Wrigley Field!
Four fried chickens and a Coke.
And some dry white toast please.
Hey, what's going on?
Ah, those bums won their court case so they're marching today.
What bums?
The **** Nazi party.
Illinois Nazis!
I hate Illinois Nazis.
[The Blues Brothers promptly drive through the parade, forcing the Nazis to dive into the river] .
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.
Hit it.
Ma'am, would it make you feel any better if we told you that what we're asking Matthew to do is a holy thing?
You see, we're on a mission from God.
Don't you blaspheme in here! Don't you blaspheme in here! This is my man, this is my restaurant, and you two are gonna turn around and walk right out of here - without your dry white toast, without your four fried chickens, and without Matt 'Guitar' Murphy!
What's this?
What?
This car. This stupid car. Where's the Cadillac? [tries the cigarette lighter, finds it doesn't work, and throws it out the window] The Caddy, where's the Caddy?
The what?
The Cadillac we used to have. The Bluesmobile.
I traded it.
You traded the Bluesmobile for this?
No, for a microphone.
A microphone? Okay, I can see that. But what the hell is this?
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.
Well, thank you, pal. The day I get out of prison, my own brother picks me up in a police car.
No, I don't like it.
Car's got a lot of pickup.
It's got a cop motor, a four hundred and forty 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?
Fix the cigarette lighter.
What are we doing here?
You promised you'd visit the Penguin the day you got out.
Yeah? So, I lied to her.
You can't lie to a nun. We gotta go in and visit the Penguin.
No. ****. Way.
Forget it! Five grand? No problem, we'll have it for you in the morning. Let's go, Elwood.
No, no! I will not take your filthy stolen money!
Well, then, I guess you're really up shit's creek. [the Penguin smacks him with her ruler] Ow!
I beg your pardon; what did you just say?
First, I offered to help you.
Mmmmm...
Then you refused to take our money.
Mmmhmmm...
And then I said, "I guess you're really up shit's creek". [the Penguin promptly smacks him again] Ow!
Christ, Jake. Take it easy, man.
Elwood! [hits Elwood]
Oh shit!
Shit!
Cut it out, you fat penguin! [she breaks the ruler over his head, then chases them from the office while beating them with a pointer rod] **** this noise, man! [runs down the stairs]
You two are such a disappointing pair. I prayed so hard for you both. It saddens and hurts me that the two young men whom I raised to believe in the Ten Commandments have returned to me as two thieves with filthy mouths, disgusting lies and bad attitudes. Get out! And don't come back...until you've redeemed yourselves.
The band? The band.
DO YOU SEE THE LIGHT?!
THE BAND!
DO YOU SEE THE LIGHT?!
HAVE YOU SEEEEN THE LIGHT?!
YES! YES! JESUS H. TAP-DANCING CHRIST! I HAVE SEEN THE LIGHT!
Well, Jake, you look just fine down there, slithering in the mud like vermin.
No problem.
You're not gonna get away from me this time. [recklessly fires around the tunnel, causing pipes to leak and water to burst out]
It's good to see you, sweetheart.
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.
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!
You miserable slug! You think you can talk your way out of this? You betrayed me.
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!!!
Oh, Jake...Jake, honey...
Let's go. [drops the Mystery Woman and walks off]


