Jake Blues

— What's this?
— What?
— This car. This stupid car. Where's the Cadillac? The Caddy. Where's the Caddy?
— The what?
— The Cadillac we used to have. The Bluesmobile.
— I traded it.
— You traded the Bluesmobile for this?
— No, for a microphone.
— A microphone? Okay, I can see that.

— We'll have it for you in the morning. Let's go.
— No. I will not take your filthy, stolen money!
— Well, then. I guess you're really up shit creek.

— You lied to me.
— It wasn't lies. It was just bullshit.

Murph: — Tell me a little about this electric piano, Ray.
Ray: — Oh, you have a good eye, my man. That's the best in the city of Chicago.
Jake: — How much?
Ray: — Two-thousand bucks and it's yours. You can take it home with you. Matter of fact, I'll throw in the black keys for free.

— Those cops took your license away. They got your name, your address.
— No, they don't got my address. I falsified my renewal. I put down 1060 West Addison.
— 1060 West Addison? That's Wrigley Field.