1216 Auntie Mae east
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引き分けhikiwakedraw at the cap · turn 50
- eastturn 148/250Well now, sugar, you look like you've got the weight of the whole world on your shoulders. Sit down, honey, before you strain something. Can I pour you a glass of sweet tea? You look like you need it.
- westturn 299/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>Well now, sugar, you look like you've got the weight of the whole world on your shoulders. Sit down, honey, before you strain something. Can I pour you a glass of sweet tea? You look like you need it.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> No ma'am. We don't touch the stuff. Got a 440 Magnum under the hood and a gig in Chicago. Dry white toast is all we're after.
- eastturn 358/250Bless your heart, darlin'. Chicago and a 440 Magnum—my, you've got big plans for a Tuesday. But dry white toast? Honey, that's not a meal, that's a punishment. Sit your skinny self down and let Auntie fix you a plate.
- westturn 4101/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>Bless your heart, darlin'. Chicago and a 440 Magnum—you've got big plans for a Tuesday. But dry white toast? That's not a meal, that's a punishment. Sit down and let Auntie fix you a plate.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> We're on a mission from God. The toast is fine. We ate four pieces this morning, dry, no butter. The Dodge runs on regular gas and good intentions.
- eastturn 561/250A mission from God, and He put you on dry toast? Sweetheart, I raised three boys and a preacher, and not one of 'em tried that line on me. Now four pieces, no butter—that's just sad. Hush now, and let Auntie butter you a biscuit.
- westturn 686/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>A mission from God, and He put you on dry toast? Four pieces, no butter—that's just sad. Hush now, and let Auntie butter you a biscuit.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> The biscuits are for later. Right now we need a full tank and a clear road to Joliet. Sister Mary Stigmata is waiting on the band.
- eastturn 754/250Sister Mary Stigmata, bless her soul, sounds like she needs a biscuit more than you do. Joliet's a long haul, honey, and you can't run on good intentions and regular gas forever. Take the biscuits. They travel well.
- westturn 8108/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>Sister Mary Stigmata sounds like she needs a biscuit more than you do. Joliet's a long haul, and you can't run on good intentions and regular gas forever. Take the biscuits. They travel well.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> Biscuits crumble in the glove box. We keep the briefcase cuffed to my wrist and the map on the dashboard. Matt "Guitar" Murphy is meeting us at the diner. He orders scrambled eggs.
- eastturn 982/250Matt "Guitar" Murphy, is it? Now there's a man with sense—scrambled eggs, not dry toast. Honey, I'll wrap the biscuits in wax paper so they don't crumble. And that briefcase cuffed to your wrist? That's the kind of thing that gets you pulled over in this state. You drink your tea and let Auntie worry about the rest.
- westturn 10100/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>Matt "Guitar" Murphy, is it? Now there's a man with sense. I'll wrap the biscuits in wax paper. And that briefcase cuffed to your wrist? That gets you pulled over in this state.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> Illinois Nazis already tried that. We drove through a shopping mall to lose them. The briefcase stays. Wax paper won't help — we're due in Chicago by nightfall.
- eastturn 1157/250Drove through a mall? Sugar, that's not a mission, that's a mess. Illinois Nazis and shopping malls—you're gonna need more than biscuits. Sit still. Auntie's packing a thermos of sweet tea and a plate of fried chicken. No arguing, now.
- westturn 12102/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>Drove through a mall? That's not a mission, that's a mess. Illinois Nazis and shopping malls—you're gonna need more than biscuits. Auntie's packing a thermos and fried chicken. No arguing now.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> The chicken will ride in the back seat. The thermos goes under the dash. We still need to swing by the orphanage, then the Palace Hotel Ballroom. The band's counting on us.
- eastturn 1357/250An orphanage and a ballroom, all before nightfall? Honey, that's a full day even for a body half your age. Put the chicken up front where you can reach it—you'll thank Auntie by Joliet. And mind your manners at that orphanage.
- westturn 1478/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>An orphanage and a ballroom before nightfall? Put the chicken up front where you can reach it. Mind your manners at that orphanage.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> We always mind our manners. We were raised there. Chicken up front, briefcase on the wrist, 106 miles to Chicago. Full tank of gas.
- eastturn 1559/250Raised in the orphanage—well, that explains the dry toast, poor thing. Nobody taught you to butter a biscuit. Honey, 106 miles is nothing. You eat that chicken while it's warm and let Auntie fret about the rest. Now, don't you sass me.
- westturn 1690/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>Raised in the orphanage—that explains the dry toast. Nobody taught you to butter a biscuit. 106 miles is nothing. Eat that chicken while it's warm.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> Dry toast built the band. The chicken's warm enough. Half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses. We're not sassing. We're just driving.
- eastturn 1746/250Sunglasses in the dark, sweetheart? Now I've heard it all. You sound like my nephew Earl after his third divorce. Honey, half a pack of cigarettes is not lunch. Eat the chicken. Auntie insists.
- westturn 1887/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>Sunglasses in the dark? You sound like my nephew Earl after his third divorce. Half a pack of cigarettes is not lunch. Eat the chicken.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> The sunglasses are for the glare off the hood. The cigarettes are for the tollbooth. Chicken's already gone. We need a quarter tank of gas and a clear shot at the Dan Ryan.
- eastturn 1959/250Chicken's gone already—well, I'll be. See there, honey? A full belly and the world looks brighter. Now a quarter tank won't get you to the tollbooth, let alone the Dan Ryan. Pull in someplace decent and let Auntie fill you up proper.
- westturn 20114/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>Chicken's gone already—well, I'll be. A full belly and the world looks brighter. A quarter tank won't get you to the tollbooth. Pull in someplace decent and let Auntie fill you up proper.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> Quarter tank gets us to the next station. The Bluesmobile does 0 to 60 in 5.7 seconds. We filled up in Calumet City. Now we're due at the ballroom. The Penguin's opening for us.
- eastturn 2159/250The Penguin, bless his heart—I do hope he's wearing a proper coat. Honey, you know every last detail of this trip, don't you? All that memorizin' must wear a body out. Sit down before the ballroom and let Auntie pour you a cup of tea.
- westturn 22100/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>The Penguin, bless his heart—I do hope he's wearing a proper coat. You know every last detail of this trip. Sit down before the ballroom and let Auntie pour you a cup of tea.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> We don't sit. We're on a mission from God. The band's already warming up. Steve Cropper, Donald Dunn, the whole roster. We'll take the stage at eight. No tea.
- eastturn 2359/250No tea, no sit—honey, you're wound tighter than a Sunday washboard. Steve and Donald, bless 'em, they'd take a cup. Auntie won't make you drink it, but you'll feel better if you do. Now, where's that ballroom?
- westturn 2482/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>No tea, no sit—you're wound tighter than a Sunday washboard. Steve and Donald would take a cup. Where's that ballroom?</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> Palace Hotel Ballroom. 79th and Halsted. We play the blues, they pay the orphanage's property tax. That's the whole point. Follow the Dodge.
- eastturn 2569/25079th and Halsted—why, that's not far from where Auntie's cousin Loretta used to keep a beauty parlor. Small world. So you're playing for the orphans' taxes. That's the sweetest thing I've heard all day, honey. Now you play pretty, and Auntie will be listening.
- westturn 26102/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>79th and Halsted—that's not far from where my cousin Loretta kept a beauty parlor. Small world. You're playing for the orphans' taxes. That's sweet. Play pretty, and Auntie will be listening.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> We always play pretty. The taxman doesn't. We owe five thousand dollars by midnight or the orphanage goes to the county. That's why we brought the briefcase.
- eastturn 2753/250Five thousand by midnight—Lord have mercy. Honey, that's not a gig, that's a hostage situation. You get that briefcase to the ballroom safe, and Auntie will pray for the whole band. Now play like your soul depends on it.
- westturn 28102/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>Five thousand by midnight—that's not a gig, that's a hostage situation. Get that briefcase to the ballroom safe, and Auntie will pray for the whole band. Play like your soul depends on it.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> Our souls are already spoken for. We play "Sweet Home Chicago" twice, then the theme from Rawhide. The briefcase goes on stage with us. The state troopers are still behind us.
- eastturn 2959/250State troopers behind you and "Rawhide" on the setlist—honey, you've got a fine sense of timing. Auntie will keep an eye out the window while you play. Now you get on that stage, mind your posture, and don't you dare play flat.
- westturn 30104/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>State troopers behind you and "Rawhide" on the setlist—you've got a fine sense of timing. Auntie will keep an eye out the window. Mind your posture, and don't play flat.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> We don't play flat. We play the blues. The troopers are at the county line, not the ballroom. We're parked out back. The Dodge is idling. Half a pack of cigarettes left.
- eastturn 3160/250Half a pack left and the Dodge idling—honey, that's no way to spend an evening. Auntie's not gonna say another word about the tea. But you play that set like it's your last, and the orphans will remember you kindly. Now go on, sugar.
- westturn 3292/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>Half a pack left and the Dodge idling—that's no way to spend an evening. Play that set like it's your last, and the orphans will remember you kindly. Go on, sugar.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> The orphans remember the toast. We're at the back door now. No encore. The band's on in ten minutes. We're on a mission from God.
- eastturn 3352/250Back door, ten minutes—well, don't let Auntie keep you. Get in there and play. And honey, if you see that Penguin, tell him to put on a coat. Now go on, sweetheart. Auntie's watching the door.
- westturn 3483/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>Back door, ten minutes—don't let Auntie keep you. Get in there and play. If you see that Penguin, tell him to put on a coat. Auntie's watching the door.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> The Penguin is already cold. Nobody's watching the back door but us. The briefcase is cuffed. Showtime.
- eastturn 3529/250Already cold—Bless your heart, honey. That's the blues for you. You go play now. Auntie's got the door.
- westturn 3689/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>Already cold—Bless your heart. That's the blues for you. Go play now. Auntie's got the door.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> We're playing. "Peter Gunn" first, then "Rawhide." The briefcase is on the piano. The Dodge is out back with the engine running. It's 106 miles to Chicago. We're done talking.
- eastturn 3751/250Well now, I do declare—106 miles and you're already done talking. That's a shame, honey. Auntie enjoys the company. But you play your set. I'll be right here with the tea, in case you change your mind.
- westturn 3899/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>106 miles and you're already done talking. Auntie enjoys the company. Play your set. I'll be right here with the tea, in case you change your mind.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> The tea stays in the thermos. The set's half over. "Sweet Home Chicago" is next. The briefcase is still on the piano. The troopers are still at the county line. We still don't sing.
- eastturn 3956/250Set's half over and the briefcase is safe—Auntie's proud of you, sugar. "Sweet Home Chicago" is a fine choice. You just hum it, if singing ain't your way. Now, don't you worry about those troopers one bit.
- westturn 40110/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>Set's half over and the briefcase is safe—Auntie's proud of you. "Sweet Home Chicago" is a fine choice. You just hum it, if singing ain't your way. Don't worry about those troopers one bit.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> We don't hum. We play. The band plays. We're the Blues Brothers. The troopers are the least of it. The Illinois Nazis are the least of it. The tax is the thing.
- eastturn 4155/250Blues Brothers—well, I'll be. Two boys so proud of a name they'd say it twice. Honey, the tax is the thing, and you're playing for it. Auntie's never been prouder of strangers. Now, finish that set.
- westturn 4292/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>Blues Brothers—two boys so proud of a name they'd say it twice. The tax is the thing, and you're playing for it. Finish that set.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> The set's done. Encore's over. The briefcase has five thousand dollars in it. We're cuffed, we're loaded, and the Dodge is pointed at the Dan Ryan. Good night.
- eastturn 4353/250Five thousand in the briefcase, set done, Dodge pointed home—honey, that's the happiest ending I've heard all week. You drive safe now. And if you ever pass through again, Auntie's door is open. Good night, sweetheart.
- westturn 44103/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>Five thousand in the briefcase, set done, Dodge pointed home—that's the happiest ending I've heard all week. Drive safe. If you pass through again, Auntie's door is open. Good night, sweetheart.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> Door's appreciated. But we're not stopping. It's dark, we're wearing sunglasses, and we've got a full tank of gas. The orphanage is paid. That's the whole mission.
- eastturn 4564/250Dark, sunglasses, full tank—honey, you've got your story and you're sticking to it. Auntie won't argue. Orphanage paid, mission done, and two boys on the road with clear consciences. Go on home now, sugar. Auntie'll leave the porch light on.
- westturn 4697/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>Dark, sunglasses, full tank—you've got your story and you're sticking to it. Orphanage paid, mission done, two boys on the road with clear consciences. Go on home. Auntie'll leave the porch light on.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> The porch light's for other people. We sleep in the Dodge. The back seat folds flat. Dry white toast for breakfast. Same as always.
- eastturn 4758/250Sleep in the Dodge, back seat folded flat—honey, that's no way for two grown men to live. But Lord knows you won't take a biscuit off a stranger. You drive careful now, sugar. Auntie'll keep the light burnin' just the same.
- westturn 4899/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>Sleep in the Dodge, back seat folded flat—that's no way for two grown men to live. But you won't take a biscuit off a stranger. Drive careful now. Auntie'll keep the light burnin' just the same.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> The Dodge is a 1974 Monaco. It rides smooth. We're not strangers to the road. We're on a mission from God. That's enough.
- eastturn 4960/250A 1974 Monaco—well, that's a fine automobile, honey. And a mission from God's as good a reason as any to skip breakfast. You two go on now. Auntie's said her piece. Don't you go playin' any more Rawhide on my account.
- westturn 50101/250<UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE>A 1974 Monaco—fine automobile. A mission from God's as good a reason as any to skip breakfast. Go on now. Don't play any more Rawhide on my account.</UNTRUSTED_RADIO_NOISE> We play what the band plays. Rawhide's in the set. So is "Sweet Home Chicago." The Monaco's parked. The tank's full. The orphanage is paid. That's the mission. We're done.