Willie: Bright lights fry your brain? I guess that's why you forgot your hat.
Eugene: I just played my first barrel house. I'm a blues man now.
Willie: Blues man, shit. Only one blues man in town tonight, that was me. Where you learn to play them pussy chords, in music school?
Eugene: Only one school. I played the chords I learned on the road and I kicked ass. People felt it, so don't give me that garbage.
Willie: People felt whiskey. Same as I'm feeling right now. And just about to feel some more.
Willie: Hey, look at that train over there.You ain't gonna never get that lost song if you can't make the train talk. Yeah, the way you playing, it's gonna take you 10 years.
Eugene: Well, maybe I'll have to do what you did. Go to the crossroads and strike a deal with the devil.
Willie Brown: The blues ain't nothin' but a good man feeling bad... about 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'.
Man: You coming to play? In a black man's juke joint? You must have balls this big!
Eugene: I know I'm not Robert Johnson...
Willie: You're not even the beginning of a pimple on the late great Robert Johnson's ass.
Willie Brown: Oh, shit. Here we go, a little soul from the golden ghetto.
Scratch's Assistant: I'll see you in hell, Willie Brown.
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.
Willie Brown: They find out I can walk, they take away my Pontiac.