Mrs. Murphy: Help you boys?
Elwood: You got any white bread?
Mrs. Murphy: Yes.
Elwood: I'll have some toasted white bread, please.
Mrs. Murphy: You want butter or jam on that toast, honey?
Elwood: No, ma'am, dry.
[Mrs. Murphy gives him a look, then turns to Jake]
Jake: Got any fried chicken?
Mrs. Murphy: Best damn chicken in the state.
Jake: Bring me four fried chickens and a Coke.
Mrs. Murphy: You want chicken wings or chicken legs?
Jake: Four fried chickens and a Coke.
Elwood: And some dry white toast, please.
Mrs. Murphy: Y'all want anything to drink with that?
Elwood: No, ma'am.
Jake: A Coke.
Mrs. Murphy: Be up in a minute.
[She goes into the kitchen, where Matt is cooking]
Mrs. Murphy: We got two honkies out there dressed like Hasidic diamond merchants.
Matt "Guitar" Murphy: Say what?
Mrs. Murphy: They look like they're from the CIA or somethin'.
Matt "Guitar" Murphy: What they want to eat?
Mrs. Murphy: The tall one wants white toast, dry, with nothin' on it.
Matt "Guitar" Murphy: Elwood.