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 and Elwood!
The Blues Brothers!
The Blues Brothers! Shit!
They still owe you money, fool!
Ma'am.
Would it make you feel better
if you knew...
that what we're asking Matt to do
is a holy thing?
You see,
we're on a mission from God.
Don't you blaspheme in here!
Now, this is my man,
my restaurant...
and you two are gonna
walk right out that door...
without your dry, white toast...
without your four fried chickens...
and without Matt " Guitar" Murphy!
Now you listen to me!
I love you.
But I'm the man
and you're the woman.
And I'll make the decisions
concerning my life!
You better think about
what you saying.
You better think about
the consequences of your actions.
Shut up, woman!
You better think
Think about what you're
trying to do to me
Yeah, think
Let your mind go
Let yourself be free
Let's go back
Let's go way on back when
I didn't even know you, you couldn't
have been too much more than ten
I ain't no psychiatrist
I ain't no doctor with degree
It don't take too much high IQ
to see what you're doing to me
You better think
Think about what you're trying
to do to me
Think
Let your mind go
Let yourself be free
Freedom
Yeah, freedom right now
Hey, think about it
You, think about it
There ain't nothing you could ask
I could answer you, but I won't
But I was gonna change that, I'm not
if you keep doing things I don't
Think about what you're trying
to do to me
Damn it
Let your mind go
Let yourself be free
People walking around every day
playing games and taking scores
Tryin'to make people lose their mind
Now, be careful you don't lose yours
You need me
And I need you
Without each other
there ain't nothing either can do
- Yeah, think about it, baby
- What you trying to do to me
To the bone
Think about it right now
Oh, freedom
You, think about it
There ain't nothing you could ask
I can answer you, but I won

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