Where's the Bluesmobile?

Jake:
First you trade the Cadillac for a microphone, then you lie to me about the band, now you're gonna put me right back in the joint.

Elwood:
They're not gonna catch us. We're on a mission from God. <Picture>

Jake:
Elwood!

Officer Mount:
(into CB) We are in high speed pursuit northbound on Cortland Avenue. Black and white 1974 Dodge sedan with Illinois plates. Request assistance.

Elwood turns into a parking lot. Officers pursue.

Elwood:
It would be alright if we could just get back on the expressway.

Jake:
This don't look like no expressway to me!

Elwood:
Don't yell at me.

Jake:
What the hell do you want me to do motorhead?

Elwood:
Well try not to be so negative all the time, why don't you offer some constructive criticism.

Jake:
You got us into this parking lot pal, so you get us out.

Elwood:
You want outta this parking lot? Okay.