Crossroads

Willie Brown:
Where I come from, you don't blow no harp, you don't get no p*ssy.

Willie Brown:
The blues ain't nothin' but a good man feelin' bad, thinkin' 'bout the woman he once was with.

Willie Brown:
Lots of towns... Lots of songs... Lots of women... Good times... Bad times... Only thing I wanted anyone to say is... 'He could really play... He was good'.

Eugene Martone:
Where and when for this thing?

Scratch:
Ohh, I can get us there real quick... Jack Butler's gonna like you.

Willie Brown:
Why do you want to know about all that stuff?

Eugene Martone:
I'm a blues man.

Willie Brown:
A blues man?

Willie Brown:
Where you from, boy?

Eugene Martone:
Well, I was born in Long Island.

Willie Brown:
Oh, Long Island oughta' sh*t, this is rich! Long Island: the famous 'breeding ground' for blues men!

Willie Brown:
Oh, so the famous long island blues man come back for another visit, huh?

Eugene Martone:
I have something that I think you'll be interested in.

Willie Brown:
Is somebody saying he ain't been believing when I've been speaking?

Eugene Martone:
That's right, Willie, I'm saying you're full of sh*t! You know something, everytime you mention Fulton's Point, nobody's ever even heard of the godamned place! And I'm starting to think you're just a con-man who used me just to get your ass out of a nursing home!

Frances:
Where are you going?

Willie Brown:
Look, you smart-assed kids, you don't need me! I do my business on this side of the road, and you white folks do your business on that side; that's the way they get things done in Mississippi!

Willie Brown:
Oh, sh*t. Here we go, a little soul from the golden ghetto.

Willie Brown:
OK, Mr. Janitor Man. What you want? I ain't made no mess.

Eugene Martone:
Willie Brown?

Willie Brown:
That's my name.

Eugene Martone:
Look Willie, cut the sh*t, all right? Now, I'm serious about this song!

Willie Brown:
The only sh*t to cut around here is you. Now I had it in me that you was another 'Lightning Boy', but you just a chicken-ass.

Willie Brown:
Chicken-ass, chicken sh*t!

Eugene Martone:
Hey Willie, look at this hat. All I need is a Mississippi string tie and I'm ready to roll!

Willie Brown:
Yeah, you need a lot more than THAT.

Willie Brown:
They find out I can walk, they take away my Pontiac!

Scratch's Assistant:
Ain't got no chance Blind Dog. You SOLD your soul. You goin' down, all the way down. Hell hounds on your trail, boy, hell hounds on your trail.

Eugene Martone:
Willie, here's something from the Delta, tell me this isn't SunHouse.

Willie Brown:
Sounds like bird sh*t.