Jailhouse Rock1957

Vince:
We got an offer for the label, Peg. It's just too good to turn down.

Peggy:
An offer? What kind of an offer?

Vince:
To sell out to Geneva Records. [raises his hand] Wait a minute. Wait'll you hear the deal. Seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars, a capital gain. That's 225,000 in cold cash for you, after taxes.

Peggy:
But, Vince, I don't wanna sell out.

Vince:
I'm afraid you got not choice, kid. I own...

Peggy:
I know. Sixty percent.

Vince:
That's the way the mop flops. You'd think I was tryin' to rob you. After all, you're getting practically a quarter of a million dollars.

Peggy:
Dollars? Dollars? Is that the beginning and the end of the world for you? Is there no emotion left in you but the lust for money?

Vince:
Emotion? What emotion? It's strictly business between you and me. You said that.

Peggy:
I don't care what I said. We started this thing together. We nursed it and brought it up, you and I. It may just be a ledger page to you and Mr. Shores... but to me it's part of my life! Oh, go ahead and sell it! I don't care what you do! [goes away crying]

Vince:
[shrugging] Nothin' but a record company.

Hunk:
It's not just the record company that's botherin' her.