d'! Cut it out. The owners are gonna ask me to call the cops. - You wouldn't do that to me, would you? - He just got outta joliet. He's on parole. You can't call the cops on him, man. - We're putting the band back together. - I said no. Absolutely not! How much for your 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. If you say no, Elwood and I will come here for breakfast... lunch and dinner every day of the week. Okay. I'll play. You got me. Sir? White men! White women! The swastika is calling you! The sacred and ancient symbol of your race... since the beginning of time. The jew is using the black... as muscle against you. And you are left there, helpless. - Fuck you! - What are you gonna do about it, whity? - Just sit there? - Go back where you came from! Of course not! - Son of a bitch! - You are going to join... with us... the members of... the American Socialist White People's Party: An organization of decent... law-abiding white folk... just like you. Go to hell, bastards! Go to hell! I pledge allegiance to Adolf Hitler... the immortal leader of our 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 fucking 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 of a bitch. Come on home, babe Oh, come on home, woman Oh, come on home, pretty baby I love you When she walk that walk And talk that talk And whisper in my ear Tell me that she love me I love that talk That baby talk When she talk like that I can't take it like that Come on home to me, baby Walk your walk Talk your talk Talk your talk, baby Thank you, 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 or jam 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! Shit! The Blues Brothers! - Hi, jake! - Matt! How you doing? - How was joliet? - 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 is jake ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Торжество на английском - текст Московская элегия на английском - текст Свадьба на английском - текст Семь стихий на английском - текст Большой автобус на английском |