The Blues Brothers

Elwood: "Oh no."
Jake: "What the fuck was that?"
Elwood: "The motor. We've thrown a rod."
Jake: "Is that serious?"
Elwood: "Yup."

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."

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."

Mrs. Murphy: "We got two honkies out there dressed like Hasidic diamond merchants."
Matt Murphy: "Say what?"
Mrs. Murphy: "They look like they're from the CIA, or somethin'."
Matt Murphy: "What they want to eat?"
Mrs. Murphy: "The tall one wants white bread, toasted, dry, with nothin' on it."
Matt Murphy: "Elwood."
Mrs. Murphy: "And the other one wants four whole fried chickens and a Coke."
Matt Murphy: "And Jake. Shit, the Blues Brothers!"

"It's a fucking barn. We'll never fill it."

Elwood: "I bet these cops got SCMODS."
Jake: "SCMODS?"
Elwood: "State County Municipal Offender Data System."

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."

"Boys, you got to learn not to talk to nuns that way."