Aretha: Help you boys?
Elwood: You got any white bread?
Aretha: Yes.
Elwood: I'll have some toasted white bread please.
Aretha: You want butter or jam on that toast honey?
Elwood: No ma'am, dry.
Jake: You got any fried chicken?
Aretha: Best damn chicken in the state.
Jake: Bring me four fried chickens and a Coke.
Aretha: You want chicken wings or chicken legs?
Jake: Four fried chickens and a Coke.
Elwood: And some dry white toast please.
Aretha: You all want anything to drink with that?
Elwood: No ma'am.
Jake: A Coke.
Aretha: Be up in a minute.
[She goes back to the kitchen]
Aretha: We got two honkies out there dressed like Hacedic Diamond merchants.
Matt: Say what?
Aretha: They look like they're from the CIA or something.
Matt: What they want to eat?
Aretha: The tall one wants white bread, toast, dry with nothing on it.
Matt: Elwood!
Aretha: And the other one wants four whole fried chickens and a Coke.
Matt: And Jake! Shit, the Blues Brothers!
[Matt goes out into the cafe]
Matt: Hi Jake.
Jake: Matt. How you doing?
Matt: Hi Elwood. How ya doing? How was Joliet.
Jake: Oh it was bad. Thursday night they'd serve a wicked pepper steak.
Matt: Can't be as bad as the cabbage role at the Terra-Phelevo Penn.
Elwood: Or that oatmeal at the Cook County slammer.
Matt: Well they're all pretty bad.
Jake: Matt, me and Elwood, we're putting the band back together. We need you and Blue Lou.
Matt: Oh man. Don't talk that way round here. My old lady, she'll kill me.
Elwood: Ma'am you gotta understand that this is a lot bigger than any domestic problems you might be experiencing.
Aretha: Matt, what the hell is he talking about?
Matt: Don't get roused sugar.
Aretha: Don't you "Don't get roused sugar" me! Now you not going back on the road no more, and you ain't playing no more two bit sleazy dives. You're living with me now, and you're not gonna go sliding around with you old white hoodlum friends.
Matt: But babe, this is Jake and Elwood. The Blues Brothers.
Aretha: The Blues Brothers! Shit, they still owe you money, fool!
Jake: Ma'am, would it make you feel any better if you knew that what we asking Matt here to do was a holy thing?
Elwood: You see, we're on a mission from God.
Aretha: Don't you blaspheme in here! Don't you blaspheme in here! Now this is my man and my restaurant and you two are gonna just walk right out that door, without ya dry white toast, without ya four fried chickens and without Matt guitar Murphy.
Matt: Now listen to me. I love you, but I'm the man and your the woman. And I'll make the decisions concerning my life.
Aretha: You better think about what you're saying. You better think about the consequences of your actions.
Matt: Oh shut up woman! Song - Think - Sung by Aretha with customers backing and dancing
[Matt undoes his apron and drops it on the floor as he leaves]
Matt: Let's boogie. [Blue Lou looks at the leaving]
Aretha: [To Blue Lou] Well, go ahead dammit.
[he leaves] Shit!