Elwood: Yep, mind if we fill er up?
Owner: Nope. I said we're outta gas. Tanker trucks late. Shoulda been here two hours ago. It's always late on Thursdays.
Elwood: Well uh... I'll guess we'll have to wait.
Owner: Yeah.
[A sports car with a blond female driver (Twiggy) pulls up to the station]
Blonde: [To Elwood] Excuse me sir, yes you, could you fill it up with premium please and check under the hood.
[Elwood, stuffing his jacket full of five-finger discount fan belts, looks at the blonde and points to himself as if to say "Who me?"]
Blonde: Yes you!
Elwood: Sure.. you uh want I should uh.. wash the dead bugs of the windshield?
Blonde: Oh no don't worry. I'm in kind of a hurry.
[Back at the Palace Hotel.]
Curtis: Where in the hell are they?
[Back to the Gas Station.]
Elwood: So uh.. maybe you'd like to uh come by and see the show?
Blonde: Oh I'm awfully sorry but I do have a prior dinner engagement.
[The tanker pulls in]
[Cut to Police Station...Someone hands in a flyer with for the gig]
Mr Mercer: Thanks Marvin. [reads the poster, talks into the phone] Debbie, get me troopers Daniel and Mount.
[Cut to Palace Hotel Ballroom. Bob and The Good Ole Boys are in the audience carrying baseball bats.]
Bob:
I don't see those Blues Brothers. Tucker: We'll wait.
[Meanwhile, back at the gas station.]
Elwood: Okay, you're all set. That'll be... 94 dollars.
Blonde: Here's 95 thank you Elwood.
Elwood: Okay and uh.. that's a dollar change.
Blonde: Oh keep the change.
Elwood: Oh thanks. Uh.. so look uh, if you're date don't work out tonight for any reason uh, there's a motel up on the interstate, uh maybe we could say uh meet.. around uh midnight?
Blonde: I'll think about it Elwood, okay?
Elwood: Yeah. Bye.
[she drives off. Jake looks at his watch and realises the time (Note the prison scene when Jakes possesions are being returned...the watch is broken!)]
Jake: Son of a bitch. [He hits Elwood] Come on!
Elwood: Owww!