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Elwood: It's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, a
half a pack of cigarattes, it's dark and we're wearing sunglasses.
Jake: Hit it.
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Unknown: Are you the police?
Elwood: No ma'am. We're musicians.
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Jake: One, two, one, two, three , four! ("Gimme Some 'Lovin" intro
starts)
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Jake: Four fried chickens, and a coke
Elwood: And some dry white toast, please.
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Elwood: It wasn't lies, it was just....bullshit.
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