Elwood: The light was yellow, sir.
Elwood: This is glue. Strong stuff.
I want to die with my blue jeans on.
I think: perhaps the sky is a huge sea of fresh water and we, instead of walking under it, walk on top of it; perhaps we see everything upside down and the earth is a kind of sky, so that when we die, when we die, we fall and sink into the sky.
Mika: Were you happy? Hiro: I was so happy.
I can't shove the dark out of my way.
The assumption of no God cannot be proven by science.
Were the sky to fall, not an earthen pot would be left whole.
In a blind taste test, nine out of ten Helen Kellers preferred Blue Ribbon Coffee to Starbucks. The tenth Helen Keller, well, she claimed she didn’t hear the question.
Below me Rontu was running along the cliffs barking at the screaming gulls. Pelicans were chattering as they finished the blue water. But suddenly I thought of Tutok, and the island seemed very quiet.
So, Beav, tell me about yourself." "I'm Blue." "Sweetheart, if I had your dubious taste in men, I wouldn't be too happy, either." "My name is Blue. Blue Bailey.
I wanna record these girls individually. And then, I wanna cut a blues album on me. But all of it, original stuff, you know. When I listen to the blues today, it's like they all sounds similar. I wanna do something different, to try to add to the blu...
Blue: What you need, homey? Jake Hoyt: Crack. 20 bucks' worth. Blue: Crack? [looks at Alonzo] Blue: Smells like bacon in this muthafucka. What I look like, a sucka to you, nigga? Fuck you, rookie.
Elwood: [Police have surrounded the Blues Brothers concert] ... And we would especially like to welcome all the representatives of Illinois's law enforcement community that have chosen to join us here in the Palace Hotel Ballroom at this time...
I want to go back to the format that radio started with rock n' roll, with country artists and rhythm and blues with that oldies type feeling. I want to put it all together and create a Top 40 of rhythm and blues and country and straight blues with W...
See, that's nothing but blues, that's all I'm singing about. It's today's blues.
Elwood: Illinois Nazis. Jake: I hate Illinois Nazis.
Elwood: Hey you sleaze, my bed!
This Midwestern sky is the nakedest loneliest sky in America. To escape it, people live inside and underground.
Who is this woman, and what has she done with my ever worryng mother?
Whatever we may say about the soul going to the sky... we know there is no sky but only an atmosphere.
